A collection of past poems (before I stopped writing) (3)

In the mirror
a true story
waiting to be famous

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He had assembled for her
a dreamscape;
mosaic of rare gemstones
amethyst
her favorite quartz

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The story of my life began
the moment you first held my hand

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The letters piled on top
of an empty page
on her notebook, abundant
still can't find the courage
to arrange them into words

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"Stay", I tell him
but even I can't prevent fate
from waking me up
and showing me
it was all a dream

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She was
a page
left unwritten
to which he
could foresee the writings

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The girl he curtsied-
she was
merely
a mosaic of
wandering thoughts

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She was
a stone
only he
had the vision
to read the inscription

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The words
clung hard
choking her
and still
she chose to die

A collection of past poems (before I stopped writing) (2)

Perhaps
I could save a portion of my heart
preserve it
until it remains
the only part beating

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Remain calm
there's a better end
to this story
she will find
her missing glass shoe

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Droplets of tears
masked by
raindrops
the angels
are crying too

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You shimmer
from a distance
blazing hot
when near
sunglasses
should keep me cool

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Sweeping diamonds
off the grass
sparkling in the sun
they keep falling
from the sky

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Raindrop lingers
on a lotus petal
finding its way
dissolves
in the pond

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Tugging the strings
of a ship-wrecked heart
washed up by the shore
in the end
he saved me

collection of past gogyohka (2)

You are
a capital letter
a red stripe
a bold font
in my scribbled essay


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I watch
as
stars appear
on each spot
where you touched the sky

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The paintings
hanging on the wall
all smile
I hear
the humming beat of colors

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If I fell

would you promise
to catch me?
I can't live
with a broken heart

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Words

they don't mean a thing

when you look at me

with those smoldering eyes that say,

"I want you."

collection of past gogyohka

Let's sing
the words our hearts cannot say
let's hum
if we're too embarrassed to sing
but let's not stay quiet


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As the curtains fall
the stage closes
the audience leaves
a girl is tired of an act
she's been doing her whole life


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I avoid
having my freedom
limited by
guidelines on sheets of paper
I prefer breaking the rules


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You tiptoed
in stealth into
a chamber
I call my heart
and stole it from me


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Streaks of colors
dance in the night sky
cool mountain breeze
sweep dust from my cheeks
an angel holding my hand

sweetness

She seeks
a hand
that will carry her
and feed her
the fruits of love's sweetness

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Sweetness
as the apple
breaks free from stone
to juiciness
by the strength of a bite

-

Perhaps
we can only truly taste
while we love
That even the bitterest coffee
would taste of sweetness

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Sunlight
through the window
The smell of
mother's baked fairy cupcakes
Sweetness

insomniac

Hands trembling

eyes weary

she struggles

to close her mind

but fails

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She wished

somebody had

sung her a lullaby

or rocked her crib

anything

that would've enchanted her

to peaceful night's sleep

papercraft

She shootes paper airplanes
into the night sky
they go far
somewhere beyond her sight
a world she can only imagine

-

She gently places
paper sailboats
by the midnight shore
one by one
setting them free

do you?

I always wonder
do you wait for me?
How do I look to you?
How does your imagination
project me?

a projection

You are
a projection
of my imagination
and yet
you're true

the rescue

He handed her
the silk
he had rescued
from the witch's lair
She was ever grateful

summer festival

She
in her yukata
spots her favorite ninja awaiting her
How beautiful summer is going to be
spent together

the playful mind

"I step into
a dimension
light years away
a lucid fantasy designed
by simply a playful mind."

*Both photo and gogyohka are my own. :)

my first ever for real typography work! :)

"Maybe

the sky is falling

Maybe

it's raining colors

and maybe, just maybe, you were meant for me."

*Both photo and gogyohka are my own. :)

Sweet Milk

Someone asked her
her dreams of love
Pour sweet milk into a glass
and the glass is never full
that's how she dreams of love

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I fell asleep
in a meadow of wasted dreams
False memories played
right in front of my eyes
Alas, I awoke to disappointment