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Yip Wayne Jul 2018
She reminded me of a flower,
Her gentle tone as soothing as wind chimes,
Her silent hidden thoughts makes me wonder,
If her reality was one she had hoped for,
Her smile resembles the colours of the roses,
Colours that leave many to ponder,
At her happiest, she blossoms in a graceful pink,
Her gentleness and warmth glows in bright peach,
She bears no burden for those she cares for,
The strongest trait that makes her so beautiful,
A soothing ember as red as a crimson rose,
One that could keep you staring for hours and hours to go
The longer I see, the more I know,
That deep down inside, the colours are shedding,
A story untold that mires in the hollow,
In time, the colours of the wind shall change,
And she'll bloom once again,
One day in the summer rain.


Dedicated to my special twin.
Yip Wayne Jul 2018
Whitewashed four walls
Silence and total recalls
Ticking clock on the wall
My mind begging for a curtain call

Flashbacks in my cerebral theatre
Complimenting the rainy weather
Raindrop falls as my insides wither
As I lay on my bed where we were last together

4 months gone and I still remember
Your scent from my shirt down to my sweater
Your voice I recall and every laughter
Became history now that you found another

So much done in this apartment room
So much wrong ended it so soon
River of tears flow as I vacate the room
Another chapter ends, a new story resumes
Yip Wayne Jul 2018
I stared out into the slums of a ruined society
Where the rich and the poor drew great disparity

I walked the streets that divided the city
On my left, the rich and to my right, those in poverty

The further I walk more sleeping eyes loomed upon me
A great unease befell with each shifting steps

The privileged stared down from their thrones
While the poor watched from below in envy

Politicians and conglomerates drew blood from the city's vein
While its citizens struggle to live through its pain

The rebels prowled the streets for their voices to be heard
Their cries silenced by temptations of ***** money

It reminded me of scenes from dystopian movies
Only this time I was living in its reality
My first take on poems about social issues. Please do leave a comment below to help me improve
Yip Wayne Jul 2018
Her departure was my deepest sorrow
Knowing that i'll wake without her tomorrow
I gave her my heart, my soul
Looking back now, I'm left to sit here hollow
Hiddenly I watch from a distance
As you spoil her, who was once my princess
Cherish her in your arms as I would've
And give her everything that I couldn't
Be her reason to smile every single day
And remind her how beautiful she is in every single way
I'm unable to do so from where I stand
Even when I try to make amends
My mistakes were made and time has been lost
She endured the pain that i've caused
I wrote this in hopes of common peace,
As her heart is one I can no longer appease
From the words of her former to her lover
I wish you both happiness together
Yip Wayne Jul 2018
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If there could be one punishment
It would surely be this
The effect so sinister yet so innocent
A simple reply would bring the world peace

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Why should I blame you for my heart's unease?
It not as horrendous as compared to blue ticks
Unless, of course, you deactivated your read receipts
Like a professional crook who covers their prints

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The wait is driving me insane
But I've to mask my maniacal pettiness
Put on a straight face to feign
Is it that hard to hide my emptiness?

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Yip Wayne Jul 2018
I got my heart on another heist,
I thought she was the one
Never thought that I'd be twiced,
Our hearts caught in all the wants,
Now my cigarettes are my only vice,
Light up another one,
Each puff I'm dragging thrice,
Feelings dissipate all at once,
But my emotions are on a rollercoaster ride,
My depression cocked like a loaded gun,
My finger pressing on the trigger tight
You had me on a run,
Trying to turn my wrongs right,
First mistake strike one,
Strike two then came the warning light,
Strike three, that was the last one,
Out the door you went, disappearing into the light
Since then, I've been heavy on the ***,
The bottle starting to feel a little light,
My nights spent waiting for the sun,
But the sun never seem to rise,
Here I am, back in square one.
Yip Wayne Jul 2018
We were taught to love others
But truly we lack love for ourselves

We learnt to love the flaw in others
But never the flaws in ourselves

They say do unto others what you expect of others
But truly have you done anything unto you?

We seek a reflection of ourselves in others
But you reflected on your own?

Contradiction's a paradox of imperfection
But can imperfection be a paradox of contradiction?

These were the feelings when our eyes met
Or was it when my eyes met you?

You have accepted the flaws in my chronicles
All that I have yet to come to terms with

I'm a walking imperfection
And you lived in contradiction

Guess you could say we are a part of a paradox
But are we yet a paradox to be?

— The End —