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 Apr 2014 Michael Duong
Amanda
Little did I know how the sunshine can dapple and dance across your closed eyelids in such a way.

Little did I realise how the nudging between shy elbows
could
lead
to
this
rhapsodic sweet thing
that
breathlessly
quicken
heart-beats
and
pale cheeks to crimson.

Little did I know,
how much I have
fallen
till
my lips said
Hello
to
our cheek.

And oh my,
did it make me gasp at how right it was,

*it
    is.
Hello there sunshine!
x
So, sweet-heart, if you are reading this.
Please don't blush.
 Apr 2014 Michael Duong
Amanda
Her eyelids cracked open slightly.

Momentarily, they slowly close again.
Sleep was still languidly dancing across it.

Then she sees sunlight peeking through the little gaps of her curtains.

Dust-motes whisper 'Good morning' as they flit in the buttery-white light.

And, goodness me,
just like
that
her sleepy gaze
met
*magic.
9:39am Saturday Morning.
Hello there sunshine!
x
How are you doing today?
 Apr 2014 Michael Duong
Amanda
People tell me with hushed lips and pained irises,
(pain really only flickers and quietly sinks deep within the absolute oblivions of you.)
that it will get better.
"You grieve, I have done it. Every person has."

Not for this one.

Not for him or her that is.

She had the sort of wittiness that would cut right though that
buttery feeling of warmth
wisped from
one hell of
a
smile.
Guess whose?

He had one of the loveliest voices, one that lulls your tired eyelids to much needed sleep.
A voice that will inexplicably grasp your fingertips when you feel utterly lost and breathless with pain.

And, I could go
   on,  
on
&
on.


Just that my very voice will be cracked
by
the
sweet, bitter
goodbye
whispered by
the yellowing memories
of    

*them.
Hello there darling!
x
Good morning Sunshine, Afternoon Madam/Sir or Good night & Sweet dreams to you, you and you!
Lie to me.
Tell me that I am everything I never was.
Tell me that I am beautiful and watch me tremble and shake.
Look into my eyes and lie to my face, will you?

Why did I build my home on such
an unsteady foundation
of lies and insecurity?
Time and time again,
I swallow my grief
just to blink back tears and brush the truth away.
Stay where you are and do not come near.
Don't cause a land slide that will surely destroy me.
I will be crushed under the weight of so many lies
weakly supported by kind intentions.

Hide the truth for me if you love me truly.
Cover my eyes and whisper into my ears: you are beautiful.
Protect me with your lies.
 Apr 2014 Michael Duong
lina S
Can you handle my roller coaster mind
the way I stop right before I drop 50 stories high
but I don't always spread my wings
I would just die
But I come back
Just to see if you wore black
would you be sad would you wear black
Did you have enough of me
Cause I've had enough of your confusion
And the illusion you make me feel
but you let me fall
You just ride when you want something more
so just let me fall
let me hate you
Cause at the pace we are going I might just destroy you and me
This roller coaster ride is not for free
is costs me pain
and we keep playing it till I'm drained
I can hear the final drops of me hit the ground
the sound is so loud
trikh
trikh
it will surround you and you'll be drowned .
I asked my math professor if he knew what the equation was when two entities meet at a specific moment in life.

Is there a letter to substitute in for her name?

Or a number for the amount of time I spend with her.

Did the great elucid create any form of geometrical sequences that would

allow me to intersect the way life intertwined,

the way our hands intertwined.

I was clueless when it came to her,

being unable to justify what traveled faster

her voice against my skin
or light across the open space.

If I could write out a formula for the way our bodies melt, the periodic table would find a new element within.

What would our acronym be, what would our lives become if we solidify or become a gaseous state

Our atoms bouncing against each other’s hearts like the core of a star, matter weighing millions of tons that we orbit around each other like two galaxies connecting.

Yet illuminating the dead space like a Fourth of July only this is a firework burning for billions of years.

Two bodies,
hearts beating,
melting into one.

What will they write down in books about us.

What will they think when they start to study about our nebula's.

Were their hearts to empty,
or were they full of life?

Were they human?
Breaking hearts has become
Its own art form
Because love is a game
That belongs to those willing to conform
And for me, It's always been a losing battle
As I'm inclined to be left behind
The rules of love known by everyone but me
Written in an alien language I can't transcribe
Looking at others it appears
A mistake to become too attached
Because each love's a brief fire
A fleeting spark that burns too fast
And our emotions have become playthings
Start bragging about your track record
Because you're keeping score
And believe you deserve some kind of reward
And I see this all happening
I'll build my wall up to keep out everyone
And love's a game with foreign rules
Yet I've managed to break every single one
 Mar 2014 Michael Duong
pam
here you go again
the hurt you've caused me

the pain i felt, the scars you helped me create.
the tears you've made me spill.

has it all been worth it?

why me? why myself?
why did you hurt me?

are you happy now, are you proud?

do you even care if i live or i die?
would you even care?

cause this time its for real
im not gonna lie

todays gonna be the day i'll die.
PD
 Mar 2014 Michael Duong
Amanda
Goodness, how many are there in my very heart & soul?

Even I am not entirely sure myself.

What makes me gasp with undiluted surprise and widened eyes is that
you,
sweet-heart,
manage to find each and every single one of them.
You say a shy 'Hello' and nudge the not-so-good softly.

You see me bare & human.
HiHiHi! How are you today, lovely reader? x
I hope you had a great week.
My hands and back hurt from ceramics BUT, it's worth it.
One fact about me: Easy Blusher.
Hohoho.
One fact about you, you and you?
Good morning sunshine, Good Afternoon Madam/sir or Good Night & Sweet dreams where-ever
YOU
are.
 Mar 2014 Michael Duong
lina S
Sometimes I hate writing as much as I wanna write cause the amount of the thoughts in my head can't be derived as much as I thrived to collect them to make sense of them I start to lose my mind I'm calculating the amount.of times I think about you but at the same time I'm thinking not to think about you and who am I kidding all other thoughts I pour my interest into don't fit my true interest which is you. I get hurt easily and you hurt me easily and I get hurt I get hurt I get hurt .
But you don't even know do you .
even though I show so clearly .
And now I'm distracted by the image on the wall of when I was small so little I can recall. But I was always a bit weird and a bit off but I had strong ambition now it's gone soft I'm in a tough spot of denying who I am for the sake of what I might be .something that might bother me. So I wander everyday all day at what I can be and none of the options I see interest me in fact I really just point out all your flaws in my head the flaws of everyone ive met and im diving into negativity my own made up pool and I swim in it like I'm so cool but the truth is you die from trying to be better than all the flaws you point out and then you start pointing at yourself and there is soo much to point at so many flaws that bring you down and you start to drawn ..
But I need to keep going down this road I was told cause I don't know better how can I when I don't even have the space to figure anything out will I always live in my denied doubt ?
I hear a sound of the AC but in my head it sounds like the shore of the Honolulu where I will be smoking a cigarette and you will be there next to me.
And I close my eyes to the sound and I fall asleep ♡

GN fellow poets
This is more like a diary entry hope it make you feel something ♥
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