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That Was It (Part Two)
When I first met you
I never thought you’d become this important to me
Yet now I find myself
Wishing you never had to leave
There was a quote I read in a book a few years ago
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That Was It (Part One)
That was it.
May 15th, 2024
Our last memory
That was it.
The last time
I’ll ever see your face
The last time we’ll ever talk in-person
That was it.
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Clinging To Sunshine
I’ve kept every card I’ve ever received
For as long as I can remember
People fade in and out of your life
Eventually lost in the past, forgotten
I read their letters after sunset
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The first poem of 'The Sun Will Rise Again ' - The Sunset
I was eight when it began.
I was left clinging to sunshine
As the sun descended below the horizon.
It all started as a blank page
Until slowly, painfully,
My heart began to bleed
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2020 Fall
As the days became colder
And the sun stopped shining
We became closer
As the clouds became grayer
And the rain started falling
We pretended
It was normal
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A Collection of Short Poems
I Wish You Never Hurt Me
When we first met
I had no idea
You would become so important to me
Yet now I find myself
Wishing we never met
Now I’m forced to remember you
Loves
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Take Me Home
Two years ago, my home was Beijing
Even though I moved away ten years ago.
Two years ago, I longed for inclusion
for that tingle that made my skin
burn bright with belonging.
You ask me where is my home.
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I Have A Voice
The erosion of rights towards marginalized groups feels like a personal attack on the values of equality, fairness, and justice that have importance to me.
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Young Love
“Look at her,”
There was a lovestruck girl obsessively drawing hearts on her note card
“look at past you.”
Sincere love flowed from her fingertips.
She believed she was loved.
“Do you think she's dumb?”
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They are all the same
You left dead flowers at my grave,
as if they were all the same.
Most leave bouquets,
even though they will slowly die,
just like me til I made it to the afterlife.
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Alone
[Alone in] Laughter, lamenting the lost light,
you don’t want to be the forgotten, the lost cause, the missed flight.
Reason runs thin when your sadness is bountiful,