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I don’t want to live through a thousand lives

Written by hundreds of other people.

If I can be the writer of just one good story

I will have lived thoroughly and therefore, be satisfied.

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Self-deprecation

Writing used to be my escape

A tonic to heal me when I felt faint

Now I realise that it was a trick of fate

To catch me blinded in my head-strong trait

Deceived to think that it would be an open gate

Only to realize that I’ve rushed in− I’ve taken the bait

That’s why now, my very soul is the one that I most hate

To Haha はは

I’m penniless

On my knees

Bones bout to break

Panting, wheezing

Time fading away

It’s hopeless, useless

No reason to keep

On living if this is

The only way

.

.

.

But then you come

You were there for me

Before anyone knew my beginning

You carried me

Nursed me to strength

Clothed and fed me

When I had nothing to give

You gave me reasons and purposes

To continue to live

.

.

.

Thank you Haha,

For giving me everything

And expecting nothing

In return

Are You Really You?

Why can’t I move forward?

Can I never let go of you?

You are still a constant

On the tangents of my thoughts.

But why do you linger on?

Is it because of that indecision

So many years ago

That continues to haunt me

Those unresolved feelings

And emotions have come to rot

And decay in the empty wasteland

Of my bitter heart?

Or is it because that

I nursed those wistful feelings

For so many years and

When the chance came to

Reveal all those harbored secrets

I only discover that you’ve

Become someone that I don’t know?

Who are you now?

Where have your feet taken you?

Who are you anymore?

Are you really you?

She feared…

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She was afraid of fire

Of the flaring flames

But she wasn’t aware

That she was the water

That could douse them

 

She was afraid of water

Of the deep, abysmal waves

But she wasn’t aware

That she was the air

That floated to the surface

 

She was afraid of the air

Of being above the clouds

But she wasn’t aware

That she was the earth

That kept her from falling

 

She was afraid of the earth

Of being trapped underground

But she wasn’t aware

That she was the metal

That dug her from her prison

 

She was afraid of metal

Of the sharp, blunt edge

But she wasn’t aware

That she knew the man

That held it in his grip

 

She was afraid of the man

Of his intense, obsessive eyes

But she was aware

That she couldn’t escape him

No matter who she was

 

Paper Face

origami-mask

Paper Face

Paper Face

You are just

Papier-mâché

 

Paper Face

Paper Face

Wear a fake

Smile everyday

 

Paper Face

Paper Face

Origami

On parade

 

Paper Face

Paper Face

Takes one match

To burn away

 

Paper Face

Paper Face

With no paper

Who will you be?