Melodrama

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the one promise I kept

There was once a day
I looked to you like a deity,
like you were some sort
of holy...

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to the boy who just wanted...

I was just a body to you.
I was just hands,
eyes,
lips,
ass,
legs,...

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a visit to the crime scene

We were a love story,
the onlookers are right,
but too many pages were burnt
for you...

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Denial

Denial

A long white hallway
Nothingness reigns
Numbness spreads throughout my limbs
I am...

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words of the selfish girl I...

I.
The number of people
who have asked me
what I want
out of this life
...

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quiet

You ask me to speak,
but it is my knuckles
that have the most
to say.
So I must...

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Silence

Silence

Cautiously I approach
Boldly I try to speak,
As if anything I think is good enough to say...

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When They Say it’s Impossible

The struggle isn’t a walk in the park,
But winning the war doesn’t require a miracle.

Saying...

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Rising Above Criticism...

When people insist a goal is farfetched,
Decisiveness prompts the will to excel.

Self-...

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The girl on the tree / Long...

The girl on the tree / Long Xiaping

The girl on the tree will write poetry
Endless romance...

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When Living with Fear

Dread can cast a shadow over confidence,
Trapping you as a prisoner pinned by fright.

...

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To The Women I Once Was

To The Women I Once Was

To the woman I once was, may I be proud of who I am,
May my battles be fought with pride, not shame...

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Dilemma of a Fart

Dilemma of a Fart

“The meek humble gush of wind felt ambitiously nervous,
No one wants to own me”;it appealed, do...

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Focusing on What We Own

The human tendency craves a desire,
Hungry for that item we don’t possess.

Upset that we don...

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NOT a sporty person

NOT a sporty person

I'm not a fan of football,
rugbys' kind of lame,
i really do hate tennis,
chess is...

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A Most Violent Reaction...

A Most Violent Reaction...

Soon after nibbling pumpkin pie,
I felt terribly amiss,
where death be not proud
did...

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LOVERS ----- THE ONLY TASK

Across the rigid brim
nights cracked and filling glass
beneath a scarlet opium moon
...