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 May 2014 Michael Duong
Anand
She was so generous
that she left me with innumerable sorrows.

I was so selfish
that I couldn't give her anything but Love.



El egoísmo    

Ella era tan generosa
Que me dejó con incontables penas.  

Yo era tan egoísta  
Que no le pude dar nada excepto amor.
I just came up with the translation in español
 May 2014 Michael Duong
PrttyBrd
You are not who I thought you were
You are not what I wanted you to be
You are not what you claimed
You are not your promises

*You are but the lies you told
 May 2014 Michael Duong
PrttyBrd
the warmth of your hands
as they hold my heart
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messages are a treasure when you speak in poetry
I feel like everyone is my enemy here.
They are all toying with me.
They are all facades.
None of it is real.
This 'love' and 'caring' *******.
Even my saviour will be my killer.
There is no end to it.
I'm stuck in this prison,
A prison forever having its deadly grasps on me.
I don't even know any more.
Here I am,
Writing about my feels and thoughts,
But for what?
I wonder.
There is no one who will listen to me.
The silence suffocates me from within.
I, myself have grown pessimistic towards life.
There is just no end to lifes twisted games.
And everyone has a significant role to play.
I am my own actress in my twisted fate.
I feel as though I'm stuck and surrounded,
Surrounded by these 'frienemies'
I no longer feel,
As though I have a place where I belong...
A place where I can call home...
Ehh...
Such is life.
I just...
Feel lost.
Through his eyes,
I could see through the lies.
Through his eyes,
I could see his true self.
Through his eyes,
I could see his naked soul.
But little did I know,
Eyes can tell lies too.
Bleh I don't know :c
Why must I be the one to heal those who are broken, wounded and injured?
Why must I be the one to fill those who are empty?
Why must I be the one to love those who are unloved?
Why must I be the one who is so selfless and giving?
Why must I be the one who loves all and hate none?
Why must I be the one to give too many second chances to those who do not deserve it at all?
Why must I be the one to believe that in everyone there is good, regardless of what kind of person they are?
You ask me all these questions, you ask me 'Why do you do all these things?'
Because I still believe in man kind, I still believe there is good in everyone.
As much as there is bad and evil in people, they cannot be totally corrupted...
There is still good in those who are on the wrong path.
I still believe that humanity and altruism is not lost.
I believe that there are people who truly care, truly love,
Even though we are surrounded by negativity such as misery, hate, envy, lust, pain,
I still believe there is good in people, that there is still hope for us all.
I hate war. I hate people suffering.
I hope one day I will be able to make a difference, even if its insignificant, even if its only a little change
I still want to make a difference.
Even if I can save one soul, one person from total distruction...
Then not all hope is lost...
She smiles while she's all warm and cozy, wrapped in her blanket in bed, listening to the rain
sigh
'It's raining...'
smiles and wraps herself tighter with the blanket
'Brings back all the memories I kept buried within...'
closes eyes and smiles brighter
'Well, times have changed but my memories are immortal. Both time and people are unpredictable, ever shifting but in my mind, in my memories... They are immortal. The person I once knew at a time that has long passed, are yet so vivid in the memories that are precious to me...'
rests head on pillow and listens to the rain become harsher yet more soothing to the soul
'I hold those people in my memories close to my heart... The ones long gone, the ones since changed, the ones I had loved.'
sigh*
'The rain brings back memories.'
I came to love simple things.
Like the way people smile while looking at the ground,
Like the way eyes shine when filled with joy,
Like the fresh smell of rain,
Like how children have no worry in the world, filled with courage and innocence,
Like the way a protective mother cradles her new born,
Like seeing a total stranger smiling from ear to ear,
You need to enjoy what life gives you.
There are too many people out there suffering from things some may not be able to comprehend.
We must enjoy the simple things and live our lives with content and satisfaction.
 May 2014 Michael Duong
Alyssa Yu
i. There are moments when I think that I write until the words run into the ground. I reuse metaphors and recycle imagery until the English language is used up and nothing but compost. But god, it is like yours can speak life into being. They are a breath of fresh air in the cave where I’ve been hiding, and for the first time in a while, I remember what light tastes like.

ii. Every night I have tried desperately to feel something, anything, squinting at the ceiling to try to force a single tear out and pretend that I remember what emotion is. But you remind me what the ocean feels like on my cheeks.
And it is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever known.

iii. Sometimes, the only reason I still believe in God is because someone had to have sent you here to save me.

iv. It’s been a really long time since I’ve believed a compliment. And it’s only because you have worked your way into my life well enough to know my imperfections and then continue to see beyond them.

v. I can see my future more clearly with you than with anyone else.

vi. I get into trouble because it seems I romanticize everyone who comes into my life, constantly thinking of them as a better person than they might be.
Except you. You are literally as amazing as I think you are. (And just as you are the only one who can compliment me, trust me when I say I know what I’m talking about when it comes to you).

vii. I swear, if my life ever flashed before my eyes, I would see only high school swim meets, camera-******* photo shoots, squirrel watching, Prom, late night conversations in the glow of the moon, and a brief glimpse of a girl struggling to read my clearly too-fancy name tag.

viii. I realized while writing this, that for the first time, I am actively trying not to be self-deprecating. I guess if someone like you can love me, I want to work a little harder to try as well.
You are right; we bring out the best in each other. For a while, I thought that I could only build others up by tearing myself down. But with you, I feel like we can take over the world (which we will). I hope I have loved enough to make you feel the same way

ix. Thank you. For all that phrase is worth and then a hundred times more. It cannot even come close to conveying what I feel right now, but then again, I was the one who was never comfortable with emotions to begin with.

x. I love you.
For my best friend.
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