"anh" poems
When Napoleon walks into my house, he doesn’t shake my hand
Instead he nods, clears his throat, and says my other name, “Thien.”
“Chu,” I say. He sniffs the air like a K-9 from Denmark,
presses his lips into a line, like one found on a blank page,
like one found on a mirror, and like one found in McDonalds.
He smells the smoke from the Marlboro lights on my black-Tee shirt.
I reach into the pocket of my trousers, searching for cologne:
Tommy; ocean; breeze. It’s lost. I mutter, “son-of-a-bi—”
Chu stares, tries to punish me. I want to laugh, want to shrug.
“Anh-Thien,” says a young voice. I close my eyes. And see my cousin.
Apr 28, 2016
Apr 28, 2016 at 6:04 PM UTC
There's a phrase
I wan to say
Through barrier
Of the tongue
Em thich anh
Rat nhieu
Gosh I like you so much
Aishiteru
I could say
Or even
Querme
No matter the language
The look is the same
The feeling induced by eyes
I've caught his gaze
My hips his hand graze
Language will not be our demise
Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 11:49 PM UTC
I've gotten a couple of busted lips,
bruised hips,
migraines, headaches...
Insults,
sarcastic compliments,
and maybe even a single armed hug every other Wednesday.
But no I love you,
I respect you, or I want you.
No initiation to put forth love and express affection.
"Stubborn as a bull", I say to you as I climb your trunk and grab onto your horns.
Can't get away from your demons, can't hear my angels cries.
Throw me into the wall, call me wrong for feeling it.
Reject my wishes, and shame me for wanting something more.
But I weigh it all out and I'm just 7 lbs too few, and I need more.
Because I got too comfortable in your violent mind.
Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 5:17 PM UTC
You know
I really like Centering my poems
The ways it focuses
For me at least
What I don't like
Is how got dam flirtatious you are
You look beautiful
Turns around and says the same to another chick
Your the only friend I have
I thought we were friends - *he says to another girl
We arrraeee! - she retorts
You don't make me feel like a centered poem.
And I learned how to say Em Which Anh Rat Nhiue for you, ugghh.
Nov 26, 2015
Nov 26, 2015 at 1:52 AM UTC
In the world to describe how much I love you.
ti amo
te amo
o
Anh yêu em
I love you
איך האב דיר ליב
o
я тебе люблю
There aren't enough languages either.
Jan 17, 2018
Jan 17, 2018 at 1:57 PM UTC
Here comes that one great wave,
A tumultuous tsunami of emotions.
Thrashing and crashing made,
Intent to obliterate each single notion.
Yet, I embrace the chaos.
The chaos is real.
The chaos is truth.
The chaos is necessary.
There can be no tranquility,
With loose lips and many moronic minds.
The civil sensibilities,
Are stripped and then erased time over time.
Still, I embrace the chaos.
The chaos is real.
The chaos is truth.
The chaos is necessary.
They fail to see the true master plan
The incomprehensible meaning of all
With hate our fates extended in hand
To separate man and to see us fall.
We are all the chaos.
The chaos is life.
The chaos is love.
The chaos is the revolution!
-ANH-
Apr 2, 2018
Apr 2, 2018 at 6:36 PM UTC
The pain fades ever so slowly now
His poisonous venom seeping from my heart
This venom is unlike any other though
It is stronger than that of anh snake, spider, or other beast
I was so oblivious to the effect it would have on me
A ruby red rose glistening in the light of dawn
Harmless right?
Wrong.
I wanted the rise to call my own
Longing for its velvety petals to caress my scarred skin
I was not even the slightest bit careful
I did not look before I lept
Little did I know the rose had thorns
Lots of them
They added to my ever growing collection of scars
The walls I spent years building up came crumbling down
Coursing through my veins, the poison took over my body
My glass heart shattered into millions of shards
Every breath is a struggle now
Every moment forced to be spent on this earth a living hell
As the venom leaves, a new emptiness replaces it
I feel nothing now, like my body is paralyzed
Something good will come from all of this right?
The empty must eventually go away
It has to
Hope is the only thing left keeping me alive
Hope is moving on to greater things
My hope is fading faster than the venom though
With my last breath, I decide that whatever is coming isn't worth waiting for
And with that I leap, not even bothering to look first
I am feather light as the world around me slowly fades into darkness
May 11, 2016
May 11, 2016 at 3:54 PM UTC
i saw
the short reaches of the fabric
revealing the honey slopes of skin
and i try to fight down the blush
before anyone sees
for blood is a powerful thing
and we do not want anh shed
simply because i am a daughter
of sappho
so my face goes in my hands
and when they ask why your dance was my favorite
i say
i liked the costumes
Feb 14, 2019
Feb 14, 2019 at 11:44 PM UTC