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Haiku
I ripped the page after
my inspiration
flew away with you
The Hardest Fall.
My Trauma Sounds Like
Dancing over the edge of a cliff,
cliff of a deep, deep ocean
on a busy summer day,
where surfboards and waves crashing.
Peacefully crashing ashore
into beautiful lullabies in our eardrums.
That’s what my trauma sounds like.
Sweet howling of the branches
as they move their hips side by side;
while their overcrowded leaves
bumping into each other left and right.
As nobody hears their “ouch”
under there, we lay on our hammock;
enjoying the fresh air, as they whistle in distress.
My trauma sometimes sounds like fireworks.
exploding in colors, so everyone too busy enjoying the show.
Pointing out beauty from my scars,
bursting into laughter, while I am raging in pain.
Some nights, my trauma is the life of the party.
Sounds so happy, to everyone she is vibing
while she is suffocating, exhaling her last breath.
On ordinary days, my trauma sounds like poetry.
Words, rhymes on a paper or spit out on a mic,
to which the audience snaps and claps
when the performance over, barely wonder
if she is alright.
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Fall without reason; give all but receive nothing.
Ignore how, when, and why
But somehow, we find ourselves falling;
falling in love without restraint.
We fall until our feet can no longer feel the ground.
Live in our illusion, forget our reason.
Obsessed. We start to foresee beautiful life, us, walking down the aisle
While all of that is just in our mind.
We all fall in love sometimes
The hardest fall is when our heart dives
Toward an unrequited love
Or a heart that’s playing duck and dodge.
It doesn’t fall on the ground. It’s drown
into the sea of melancholic songs.
My Moonlight
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Our love is a landscape of beautiful greenery.
Where sparks light up day and night;
and doves dance their melody in a circle,
to the sound of the lute, guitar, and violin,
as I write poetry on your skin.
You redefine time each time I feel your body warmth.
At each touch, I travel miles into the galaxies.
Every kiss feels like ecstasy.
I am beyond addicted to your sweetness,
I think soon, I'll be overdosing.
My moonlight!
With you, my smile reflects like a diamond.
By your side, I feel more substantial than a giant.
For you, I crave love more profound than the ocean;
and my heart only steers toward your direction.
Our love is not a fairytale;
but its beauty surpasses the blossomed flowers.
It is not always made of glamour.
Deep down, there are scars, poison, spines
but I would not trade it for anything,
because, dear moonlight, you are my passion.
