My poem called Back in Time. … If I could go back in time, I’d take your hand, and journey into unknowns with you. If I could go back in time, I’d wrap my arms around you, and show you how much you mean to me. If I could go back in time, I’d open my eyes, and see you for the first time. But time— it’s merciless. It doesn’t bend for broken hearts, so all I’m left with are secondhand dreams… and every “if” that never learned your name.

Contemplating…

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My poem called Daily Life with You. … A clock’s second hand ticking. The scent of early morning coffee, someone’s car leaving their driveway, a long drive on a rainy day. Clocking into work before sunrise. Conversation echoes in empty spaces, the sky’s golden canvas, the hum of tires on a highway at night. Silence after a door shuts. A surprise smile— so true, with fast-food dinner for two, eating beneath the moon… with you.

Done with doctor appointments for the time being… finally 😭🎉

Still have another in 3 months though 😑

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My poem called Goodbyes. … Goodbyes terrify me. When we part ways with someone, most people say “see you later.” some stay by your side forever… until one day they don’t. So many “see you laters,” then suddenly— they say goodbye. They leave love framed on your dresser, and you never see them again. Goodbyes terrify me. For if you hadn’t left that day… they’d only be saddening to me.

I have yet ANOTHER doctor’s appointment this Thursday 🙃

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My poem called Wet Swings. … When the sun was shining, it meant we could go out and play. The sandbox, the swings and playground. All day, at least until the moon knocked. Rainy days were different. We could not play in that area. The wet sand, playground and swings said so— and our parents, who said no from worry. So we didn’t use them. Instead we’d search for puddles, and splash around in the biggest one. We’d return home dripping wet, parents saying we’d catch colds. And we always did.

Just a little nostalgia from childhood. I remember swinging high then jumping off the swing… then failing the landing— and getting stabbed by pieces of bark.

Looking back… not a fun memory 😂

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My poem called Teacups. … I place them like always, yours on the left, mine on the right. A small symmetry we never planned, but somehow honored. Each morning, I fill the kettle, and let the steam rise slow. Jasmine for you— hibiscus for me. They sit between us, those two teacups— quiet as prayers, warm only for one. And though your hands haven't reached for yours in seasons, I keep pouring, because letting it go, feels like losing you a second time.

Another day, another visit to the doctor’s office (in a few hours) 😭

Hope you’re all doing well, and staying healthy too 😊

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My poem called Animoria. … While in the hospital room, the brush called to him. Hesitant at first— he picked it up, and made his way to the easel. The tip of the brush pecked the canvas, then glided from one side to the other. At the end of the day, a blind man slipped away. What he left behind? His Animoria to be displayed.

I think I invented a word (I think).

I’ll make another post with the definition for Animoria. I’m really hoping it doesn’t exist, then I can say I invented a word 😎

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My poem called Cracked. … An egg rolled my way. Curious, I picked it up, crack~ but accidentally dropped it. I looked into a mirror. My outfit is good today, but— crack~ the mirror didn’t like it. Walked away from her doorstep. Got into my car, and drove back home. crack~

Forgot to post yesterday 😓😭

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My poem called I Found You. … I searched everywhere. From mountain tops to caves, even riverbanks and beaches. Nothing. It was only when I was at my lowest, that I finally found it. A vibrant red coat hanging over a chair, ignored by my own company. And seated on that chair, on the table next to me, by the restaurant’s fire pit… I found you.

All went smoothly with the biopsy, just pain the first 2 days, and now discomfort for however long it lasts 🙃

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My poem called Float Away. … It was let go, purely by accident. For the time it was held, It brought thankfulness. Surely it brought laughter as well, the balloon that was accidentally let go, floating away like a memory.

Wrote this one when I saw someone accidentally let a balloon drift away the other day.

Also, I decided to post before I do my biopsy 😄

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My poem called At The End of the Day. … Chirping birds greet my mornings, much to my dismay. I head to work, on another unassuming day. That’s it. I don’t really like work days, but it’s something that needs to be done. But there is one thing I like. At the end of the day, the train I’m taking back home… leads me to you once more.

I’ll be having a bone marrow biopsy in a few days, so I probably won’t post until Wednesday… or post a day earlier on Monday.

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My poem called Heart of Spring. … It has come once again, my preferred season, spring. All kinds of trees are in bloom, but only one catches my eye. In the heart of spring, cherry blossoms fall alongside you. You, within my heart.

I’m not gonna lie, I’m running a little low on ideas for poems 🥲

I’ll try to make more tonight ✍🏻

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My poem called Skies Above. … The sky calls out to him, as he reaches for its hand. It lifts him higher off the ground, until he exhales in its vast expanse. He then grabs a baton, and conducts an orchestra. Reverberations of harmony, guided by all that was… resonating from skies above.

A nice, piping hot bowl of Tonkotsu Ramen sounds good right about now.

But I’ll probably eat some tomorrow, it’s too late to eat 😞

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My poem called Paper Lanterns. … Tonight I say goodbye. To memories good and bad, to moments deep and shallow… to a love whole and sweet. Waves of flickering stars wash over me, telling me it’s time to let go. I release my paper lantern into the sea, away from the rest… To guide you back home.

This poem was inspired by a festival in Japan that is held after Obon, a Buddhist festival honoring ancestors.

One of its symbolic meanings is guiding spirits back to the afterlife.

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My poem called Feelings in a Jar. … It sits on the top shelf in the basement. Sunlight creeps through the basement window, attempting to break its foggy glass. It never succeeds. They’ve been locked in there by someone, someone foreign to me. The lid is sealed tight, so as to not let anyone see them. Atop the basement shelf lies a jar, one I closed myself. Atop the basement shelf lies a jar, one with pent up feelings, and a voice unable to escape.

Bored out of my mind, my town has no entertainment except for a movie theater 😑

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My poem called Drifting to You. … Clouds drift overhead, like a peaceful spring morning, as shapes of all kinds form. An airplane breaks the flow. It still remains silent. A contrail is left behind, condensation shaping into an arrow. That arrow points to someone, that someone is you.

Just got back home from my trip, safe and sound 😊

Fun fact:

I made this poem while on my trip. An airplane jet left a contrail in the sky while the clouds were drifting by, and I was like:💡

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My poem called Ruins. … It lies over the stars, buried under treacherous waters. It gasps for air knowing full well, it never will again. It lies in ruins, the love I had for you.

Currently stuck in traffic… for the next hour or so 😓

In the meantime, a poem 😄

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My poem called Colorblind. … My eyes blanketed colors, during years taken for granted. After a while the colors began to fade, Slowly, like fading memories. Now all I see is black and white, and an uncertain future.

Still on my trip.

It feels weird being away from home. It’s 1:30 am and I can’t sleep, like I have homesickness or something, even though I’ve only been gone for almost a week.

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My poem called Synapses. … We crossed paths at a junction, talked and formed a connection. Then a minute later, we crossed paths once again. We said we’d kiss if we saw each other again, So our love spread beyond the sky.

A poem for Valentine’s Day, with no pinks or reds 😂

Hope you’re all having a great day or night 🫶🏻

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My poem called Reading You. … On a desk lies a book, one people choose to leave alone. Dust caught between unturned pages— Until you came along. You chose to read my story, and I chose to read yours.

Currently on a long road trip. Today’s drive will end in a bit, but tomorrow is yet another long day of driving.

*sigh… I’m tired 🥱🫩

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My poem called Serene. … Gazing into the woods, a woman pierces her thoughts. The needle in her fingertips is worn, as she pierces her final thought. It feels as if serenity became a memory, A memory she no longer remembers.

Just a heads up:

I’m going on a trip soon, so my posts may be inconsistent with my usual 2-3 day gap between posts.

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My poem called Lover’s Waltz. … Snow melts on rooftops, dripping to the ground. Two hearts, hand in hand, dancing winter goodbye. A lover’s waltz in spring thaw, amongst unbloomed flowers.

What season and weather do you think is most romantic?

Mine is as shown, spring thaw 🌸

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My poem called Change. … Personal space invaded, for an unjust cause. Day to day routines laid to rest, scattered like broken glass. Our voices call out for change, to turned heads that lie to our faces. A country bought to its knees, by rot we’ve learned to call order. When does it stop? The needless fear, the suffering. The deaths. When can we call this place home again? When can this be a place… a nation we can be proud of once more? I hold my hand up to the sky, waiting for home to live up to its promise.

This is my poem about the events unfolding in Minnesota, and a declaration for change.

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My poem called Candles. … I see them in passing places. Candles lit in front of crosses. Sometimes it makes me wonder, why people have to come and go. We light candles for voices that won’t return, to honor memories shared with them. A small light shared across differences, saying “this mattered.”

A small poem about a shared experience for most people; lighting candles for those who passed on 🕯️

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My poem called Silent City. … People walk around this city, transparent and hollow. They wave and hold hands, even dance with each other, but they never speak. Yet they still check up on one another, make others laugh. Not once has anyone gotten angry. And it’s because they know. They know love is as strong as it is delicate. They peek around corners searching, hoping that one day, they can find someone different. Someone to listen to.

Another day, another poem 😄

I’m starting to like making poems a little longer than usual. This one reads like a small blurb on the back of a book cover, like there’s a longer storyline to it 💛

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My poem called Masked Emotions. … After a long day, I open up my bedroom door, close it, then lock it. I tamper with my face a bit. Loosen a few strands, peel off some layers of cloth, and take it off. I open my closet door, and hang it on an open hook with the other ones. It's a mask. They're all masks. Masks of my "emotions." The ones I can't express. When I wake up the next day, I grab it- number twenty-six, the smiling mask. And head out on my way.

Thank you all for 100 followers, I’m glad you enjoy reading my poems 💛

This is one of the poems I made a little over a year ago, hope you like it 😊

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My poem called Bonfire. … A heartbeat’s rhythm during somber nights. The bonfire quietly flicks its embers, fading into the kiss of night. Sunlight pierces the gloom, as we thaw the ice around our hearts.

I’m going to try posting poems that are a little longer, I’m running low on inspiration for these small pieces.

I’m also going to post some older works as well.

Stay tuned 😉

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My poem called Riptide Peaks. … Easy days are here. Running to and from the waves, like we won’t run back again, and run towards it once more. The distant laughs of joy remind me— Life is such a beautiful gift.

Currently at my 3-month checkup at the doctor’s office 🙃

Waiting while hungry 🥲

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My poem called Temporary. … Like bruises and cuts, loneliness in a crowded room, “what ifs” and perfect endings— We’re all temporary. So be grateful for everything, you never know who you’ll lose next.

If you have a significant other, companion, sibling, parent, child, stepparent, or even friend…

hug them.

That’s it. Just hug them. With no context if you’d like.

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My poem called Time. … Staring into the bathroom mirror, I think about time. It’s selfish and greedy, not just taking time away from me— but from everything living. But it’s needed… right?

As I’m posting my poem, Time by Hans Zimmer came to mind.

Guess what song I’m listening to 👀

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My poem called Unwritten. … He bought a blank book from the store, hoping to fill it with shared memories. Times he laughed his breath away, late-night talks that felt so… right. He never got to, though. The pencil was in his hand, but nothing came to mind, so he left it for another day. Yet even after years— the story of his life lives unwritten.

8th poem from my small journal 😊

(The lighting will be appearing differently from now on, my desk lamp light gave out, so I bought another earlier today).

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