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OpenWorldView May 23
born an empty sheet
traits and external forces
affect your choices

so, death is certain
all the time before the end
is yours to paint green
Try your best.

I'm not the kind to give on up,
though often I may feel like it

I'm not the kind to let you down,
my hand will always be here.

I'm not the kind to hold a grudge forever,
no matter what you've done to me.

I'm not the kind to stray away from you,
I will always be near.

I'm not the kind to treat you bad,
even after what you've done to me.

I'm not the kind who doesn't care,
I will always worry.

I'm not the kind to bring you down,
I will always pull you up.

I'm the kind to try to do the best to you,
even if you have not done the same for me.

Now go back and just read the sentences in italics.
I have never done this before but always wanted to.
Tell me what you think...

your pride tries to optimize
my persona, to suit your needs,
and if it doesn't, you criticize...
Yet, you're good enough...

your prejudice makes you
suspect even my good deeds,
and you demean me for them too....
Yet, you're good enough...

your control freakiness
makes you restrict me
even if i act right...
Yet, you're good enough...

your self centeredness
wants me to fit in the standards,
you define and ever-changing ...
Yet, you're good enough...

the veil of your hatred
doesn't let you see
my love and concern for you...
Yet, you're good enough...

Sometimes people have personality traits, difficult to deal with, but still they are good enough. Better to be grateful for their positive side
Desire Jan 17
Have the faith to pray.
Have the desire to dream.
Have the will to fight.
Have the grit to achieve.
Have the passion to want.
Have the goals within reach.
Have the discipline to push.
Have the voice that speaks.
Have the positive attitude.
Have the courage to smile.
Have the guts to take a stand.
Have the love that stretches for miles.
Have the character of one wholesome.
Have the patience of a rock.
Have the morals of one holy.
Have the spirit of a warrior.
Justin Zheng Dec 2018
so i guess ill just let it out
and shout

and let my words come out
this **** aint so cool
not when subtle asian traits thinks im a fool

like come on i wrote two posts now
and i still have zero clout?

like social media is whacko
im a ****** jacko

master of none
played my cards all; now they’re gone

hella raw, you can feel it; right?
or if not, then tell me please, just don’t be silent, aight?

this **** got me burnin
idk whats happenin

idk why its coming out like this
but it does

and these poems i type
they simply absolve

the feelings i feel inside
lol i guess subtle asian traits aint the right place
It's the normal human traits
That get me going
Most of it isn't ******
It's how the person's demeanor is
To get me to pass the attraction quiz
The way she carries herself, the way she treats people
If you be yourself
You don't have to worry about your body and how hot it is
Your personality is what drives me sky high
I'll want to get intimate solely on that
Not because I like your body
I hardly think about it
But if you bring it up
It would be a nice sight as we're sharing each other
There's no side chicks
There's no affair
Just you and only you
I've already had dreams of marrying the last one I was into
Don't mistaken me
My emotions for you will most likely be heavy
If I've fallen for you already
girl diffused Oct 2017
Sleek dark hair
Highlights of auburn, color of fall
Stern lips
A look of austerity in the dark russet eye
Skin lighter than my own
The smaller wrist
Large eyes
Faint deepening crow's feet
Nursing knowledge
Small, short, slight, petite, and strong
Maternal vanguard
Beautiful and earthly
Scorpionic elusiveness
Her unused canvas
Frequent Homegoods purchased
Shifts decor in the livingroom like a Feng Shui practitioner
Laughs at the absurdity of modern horror movies
Smells like bath wash and too much perfume
Smells of my childhood
Smells of my innocence
Paperbacks of Hugo and Austen in boxes in the basement
Paperbacks of The Symposium and a biography of Marx in the basement
Secretly likes to cook
Culinary explorer
Gastronomically open
Culinary door opener
Very little circle of friends
Austerity on the small mouth
Austerity in the small mouth
Conviction in her voice
Soft graphite in her voice
Has a lisp sometimes
The slight overbite(?)
Immigrant parent
Unnaturalized citizen
Reminds me of fall
Reminds me of everything
Reminds me of very little at once
Life-teacher, one of many
The way her hand moves on her tablet
The way her voice sounded during a lecture when I was a child
The way she used to hug
Closet full of shoes and clothes she rummages through when she's going out
Meticulous cleaner
The way her voice sounded when she tried to make sense of me
The way her voice sounds
List poetry. An experiment in profiling a close loved one.
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