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A calm breeze echoes
through the weeping willows,
unmasking the luscious smell
of sublime spring flowers.
My eyes begin to close
to soak up the sweet serenity.
My skin becomes damp as
raindrops leisurely fall
from the periwinkle sky.
I slowly bend double
and pluck a crisp crimson dahlia
And bring it to my nose.
As I inhale the muted notes of May,
chills run down my spine.
Spring is here.
Nainai said she killed people in this house
Two of her own children,
One was missing a scoop of porridge in his bowl,
One was missing a layer of cotton in his jacket.
They said: “Ma, when we grow up we will build you a big big house,”
“Everyone has their own room” “and two extra rooms”
“Filled with golden manto” “And swan-feather blankets!”
“And peanuts!”
Nainai said she killed people in this house,
Her own father,
Who one night swallowed twenty extra sleeping pills,
Laid still.
He said: “When you found your love I’ll build you a big new house,
I live in this one, across the street.
So when I make something good, you can get a bowl before it gets cold.”
Nainai said she killed people in this house,
Her own husband,
Who had personality of flame–selfless, no fear.
He stepped out of the door in his neatly ironed uniform, his back to her.
So far, so near.
He said “The country is a big house, it is my duty, my purpose,
To guard when enemy arise! I promise,
When the country is secured, I will return, and I will never leave your side.”
Nainai said she killed people in this house,
Herself,
The survivor of the chaos, but her soul defeated.
In her hollow shell she had to face the samely hollow,
Collapsing house, unchanged.
She said: “Yujia, next year when you come back to me.
I’ll teach you to build a house.”
There are so many things we can do together –
Watch TV, curled up underneath a blanket.
Read a book, my arm resting on yours.
Rest my head against you and take a nap.
Every day I come home, excited to see you.
We embrace; I’ve never been more comfortable.
When I leave, I wish you could come with me.
But I know you must stay.
When I can’t sleep at night, you’re there for me.
When I need to cry, you’re there for me.
No matter the time,
I know you’re there for me.
Thank you, my beautiful couch.
“will you always be by my side?”
“will you promise to never leave?”
i asked you,
rooted to the earth
with my crooked, gnarly little arms.
yes;
you said, “yes” and showered me with care
and the twinkling of your laughter.
your fluttering, pink wings;
you protected me,
you sheltered me,
and you loved me.
again.
“will you always be by my side?”
“will you promise to never leave?”
but the wind whistled in your place.
you.
your brown,
dull
petals
lie upon the earth.
you left me.
you faded away.
and you were gone.
back then,
i watched as others took photos,
so these fleeting moments
may be eternal for them.
but i must wait.
i miss you.
Her whisper used to linger in my ear,
ringing through my body.
His raspy voice barks words,
which imprint my brain.
Her embrace used to comfort me,
my body would melt from her touch.
His grasp is rough,
never showing me mercy or weakness.
Her eyes were soft with passion,
always watching to make sure I was alright.
His eyes are sharp and lifeless,
ready to criticize my every move.
Her love was beautiful and true,
which never let me feel alone.
His affection leaves marks,
defeating my every breath of confidence.
Her heart got me through his torment.
His torment ended her heart.
Without her I am alone
to deal with his pain
that is forced on me.
Mom, I miss you.
Walking around my house Never knowing what to do I feel minuscule like a mouse And although many years have past, and I grew
I still feel very lost Yet the years go by way too fast Still questioning everything, I feel kind of tossed I know I need to stop dwelling on my past And move ahead.
I started playing this game, And it’s quite addicting really, But there’s no option to save, No checkpoints, and no restarts. I have one chance, and one chance only, So I have to make this chance work.
I am playing this game, Where I keep running and running, Only choosing the safe options But at least I’m still surviving. Until the day, my dreams still unfulfilled, And the game inevitably ending.
I finished playing this game, But I’m plagued by if only’s and what if’s. If I had chosen a different option: Slain the monster rather than flee, Accepted the quest rather than pass. Maybe then I would have won the game.
The noise of children discovering fills the air. As I walk from exhibit to exhibit I see the process of discovery in progress.
Out in the lobby, I smell the freshly-fried french fries and the plethora of salad toppings, And taste the delicious smooth texture of the dressing mixing with the crunchy croutons.
After lunch I continue exploring, learning at every footstep. The calm voice of the speaker allows me to relax, as I overhear the activities nearby.
After a day of chaos and learning, I get to relax, And begin the long drive home, back to monotony, waiting to return another day.
I am your caretaker and stapler each and every one of you.
Though I am not your true maker, I will give you meaning
in life. I will give you a permanent home.
Some of you won’t make it that far.
Those with metal legs bent in, and without an owner.
Those shall be cast to the abyss.
While those who are dysfunctional and difficult
will be disposed of
I see you as one of many thousand
journeyman. Your life is short and simple
it ends like all others.
To the iron jaws of a staple remover.
It’s purpose to rip you from your home.
Than cast you of into darkness.
Click!
Stapler to Staple