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  • to live

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    I have decided to live my life
    as if knowing when I will die;
    to open my arms to that of Death
    to whom I owe a life as debt
    author’s note

  • Midair

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    Chasing the roadrunner, the coyote sprints and dashes;
    billowing sand and clouds of dust behind them,
    forward and onward until the edge of the cliff.
    Beep beep! As the roadrunner stops yet the coyote rushes on.

  • can you live through?

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    To live in a lie or to live the bitter truth
    Which is better, which can you live through?

    To jump and see your life flash by,
    To remember it wrong and die in a lie.

    To jump and see your life flash by,
    To plummet down knowing exactly why.

    Can you live through?

  • Circles

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    Ideally, circles are drawn in a single stroke;
too many would mean edges and gaps, and
arcs that were supposed to meet but end in
near misses, or intersections instead of a whole.

  • Before Tomorrow Comes

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    Before tomorrow comes,
    let’s drown ourselves
    in sorrow.

    While the sun hides,
    let’s dig our graves
    and bury ourselves
    under lies we’ve told
    about all the love
    we were not worth.

    This is a eulogy
    for all of us who’ve died
    fighting ourselves
    with no one to tell.

  • You

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    I like your smile; the way your eyes shine
    and your cheeks turn rosy. I like how
    it shows your kindness that melts snow
    and brightens the sky like sunrise at dawn.

    I like your hair that waves down like aurora
    that echo the beautiful light of your mind;
    how you think, how you come to understand
    the events of our time, the problems of our era.

    I like the sound of your voice; the medium
    of your soul, the bridge from your heart 
    to the rest of the world. It inspires my art
    and, as I assume with yours, my passion.

    I like that I’m here and how you’re there
    and the idea that maybe someday
    we’ll be in the same where.
    I’d like that day.

  • The Moon is Beautiful

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    Natsume Souseki once said, the moon is beautiful,
    isn’t it? Isn’t it? As it shines in the night sky,
    an applause of a million stars in your eyes;

    I love you becomes the moon is beautiful,
    And isn’t it? Even in the ocean of the morning sky,
    it shines unclouded in your eyes.

    Have you ever compared them before?
    When is it more beautiful: in dark or day?
    As the sun sets, and as the sun rises,
    the moon is beautiful, but it’s still the same.

    The moon is beautiful, and we’re still the same.

  • How Do You Write Happy Poems?

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    How do you write happy poems?
    Do you begin with a happy thought,
    or a wish that you can be happy?
    Is a happy poem a state of being
    or how you wish a dream be reality?

    How do you write happy poems?
    Is it from love, from euphoria?
    Or from a recent lack of dysphoria?

    How do you write happy poems?
    For it seems I’ve forgotten entirely.

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    Flowery words
    But flowers wilt

    And those that don’t
    do not live

  • Speechless

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    I tugged at the red strings that tied us two
    hoping you’ll feel them too. When I did see you,
    my heart skipped, and ran with two left feet.
    It’s tragic how we finally met yet I couldn’t speak.
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