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 Jul 2017 Yang Abao
nivek
with no two voices the same
everyone wields words
with unique fingerprints.
 Sep 2016 Yang Abao
naeuta
goodnight, sleep tight
don't let the bed bugs bite
and if they do
then take your shoe
and knock them till they're black and blue.

goodnight, sleep tight;
carry me away with all your might
and when you do
I'll have good news
and I'll be pretty
dressed in blue
how maybe then
you'll love me, too.
perhaps I am just
a mere bird in flight
so if I may
or if I might
I wish, I wish
for things to be right
yet I am a mere child
filled with fright
who once believed
the world was bright.

goodnight
sleep tight
how I sang you to sleep that night
you looked so blue
in the morning dew
it wasn't a surprise
your life was through.
you rest among the flowers
all dressed in white
and I wished that I may
I wished that I might
but I never got
what I wished for that night.

goodnight, sleep tight
I gazed at the stars
and held you tight
and on that day
I didn't fight
for what I knew
no words could write.
I wished I may
I wished I might
maybe one day
I'll be a bird in flight,

I wished for may
I wished for might
yet all I could say
was goodnight.
wrote this when I was 12
so don't judge me
[iknowitswaytoolongimsorry]
 Sep 2016 Yang Abao
SteffyWeffy
Mom, I’m coming home.
You said you had concerns that you needed to talk about.
It seems you want me there.
I love you mom.
Mom, I’m coming home.
Wait for me please, don’t leave.
I will be there; we can talk then.
 Jul 2016 Yang Abao
Corvus
Spending a month in a hospital teaches you a lot about people.
The doctor that told me to shave my head or she wouldn't treat me,
The nurses that spent forever chatting to me
And giving me supportive advice about how my illness doesn't define me.
The woman who was given a terminal cancer sentence
And chose not to pay attention to it and defied it anyway.
How she sat next to me on my bed,
Told me that all suffering is valid,
And just because I'm not dying, doesn't mean I don't get to complain.
How she complains more about her skin problems
Than she ever complained about her cancer,
And that's OK, because pain rarely follows rules.
I never even learned her name,
But she gave me the words I hold most closely to me
On those days when I want to fall asleep and never wake up.
I'm allowed to scream and shout and rage against the pain
And the unfairness of it happening to me.
I just have to make sure I know where the line is
Between giving my darkness a voice and pitying myself.
 Jun 2016 Yang Abao
Ophelia
"Write something funny",
She said with a roll
Of her perfect eyes
As if all this was
Not already
A joke
 Jun 2016 Yang Abao
Polar
There is a word

More powerful than any other...

Mythologised,

Romanticized,

Deified.

Men would fast for it,

Fight for it,

Live for it,

Die for it,

In hopes it could be passed

From one generation to the next.

Religions have been founded on it.

Countries went to war for it.

Way before Tolkien devised one ring to rule them all

There was a word,

Whispered and screamed.

The word was peace.

All I ask

Is don't tell me

Show me.
I'm sorry.
I wish that opening
My mouth and finding
The words to say
Was easier.
I wish that I could be there
For ever golden moment
Of your exsistence.
I'm sorry.
That leaving my bed
Is sometimes so monumental
A task, I collapse in the doorway.
I'm sorry.
That when you invite me out,
My heart races
Only at the thought of
The whisper of my blankets
As I crawl back to them.
I'm sorry.
That I'm selfish
And won't respond
When you need me
Because I can't handle
Any more darkness.
I'm sorry,
That I don't tell you
How much I love you
For even trying.

I'm sorry.
 Jun 2016 Yang Abao
Flo
Misfit
 Jun 2016 Yang Abao
Flo
Running away
An eternal struggle
Fighting against suppressed feelings
Feeling displaced
Located in a world of my own
A world so strange...
I don't belong here...

I'm just a misfit
Branded by society
Trapped by my own peculiarity
Free to imagination...
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