I love writing poems, and I explore a lot of concepts such as love, betrayal, and toxic relationships, as well as parts of my daily life. I have been writing poetry since at least the second grade, and I write at least one poem almost every month.
You told me you had a problem and I couldn’t fix it
You’re calling me names, but you’re such a hypocrite
You say I’m selfish, but guess what you talk about?
Made me feel like being with you was some kind of tryout
You said “Nobody likes me!” when I fell to catch you
And you said you were lonely when I saw you through
You didn’t invite me, and no one came to your party,
And I said, “That’s crazy. Not even me?”
You called me dramatic when you made me cry
Told me I’m never satisfied when all I did was try
Called me mean when I told you I’m done
I refused to be your puppet and you said, “You’re no fun.”
Yeah, it’s all about me
And it’s my fault, I’m sorry
But if it’s not about you
Why do I hope that you’re sorry, too?
Before you go, I bid you remember
That afternoon last of late November
Rolled in leaves of autumn burned
That you did tell me of love unreturned.
Is it for your dear your heart beats so clear?
Far apart have we grown, you think you fear
For you cannot say that our love was not fair
When you say no such love had ever been there.
Yet you will not forget, nor will you ever
The love that we proclaimed to be forever.
Should thou rise and only be thy love’s only love,
Thou shalt look to find our love in the stars above.
Dear Julie, I saw you cut your hair like mine,
And I did it first but you do it better,
They look past you, but, well, you’re fine,
So I owe you my words, I owe you a letter;
Well, Julie, I’ll hate myself for you,
So that you can love me instead,
I try to do everything like you do,
Remember everything that you said;
You haunt me with your soundless voice,
But you’re not ugly ‘cause they say so!
I’d love you if I were given a choice,
If only you’d let your heart show;
Julie, in the end you’ll always win,
And I’ll have to go away once again,
But not before you know my love within,
So just for you, I picked up a pen;
I try to cheer for you but you’ve turned away,
And you’re all I would ever want to be, Julie
My words mean nothing to what you have to say,
Why, oh why, Julie, would you want to be me?
I’m not out to get you, dear sweet Julie,
So could we be friends, could we, maybe?
Think of me and you, of what we could be!
This is a letter to you; Yours Truly, me.
I set out to sea in an anchorless ship,
With no map in my hands and a hole in my sail.
“Are you a fool?” they cried,
As they watched me leave the harbour.
“There is a siren in these waters! She eats men’s hearts
And drowns them. She makes cemeteries of ships and graves of boats.”
But I told them, “Do not fret.
It is only a little adventure.”
So I left.
And I did not look back,
For I swore I could see a great, rich land not far from the shore.
I ran out of food the fifth week at sea.
I did not mind. For there is, indeed, a siren
And I believe she gave me fish to eat.
The seventh week at sea, I realised the land I saw
Was much farther than I thought.
I could not see the shore I came from,
Nor the paradise which I had envisioned.
There was nothing but ocean
Behind me,
Beside me,
Before me.
I cried out, “Can anyone hear me?”
But sometimes,
Even the wind was still.
“Land ahoy!” I would cry, when the sea
Rose before me in livid black flames,
And the sky was nothing but darkened clouds.
“I can see shore,” I would tell myself, when a great fog
Blanketed my ship and the cold
Was like a winter without a spring.
“The beach is up ahead,” I lied, when hunger broke me weak
Against the railing,
And thirst was a fire in my throat.
Sometimes, I could see the siren waving to me,
And I knew she would help.
“Give me a reason to go on,” I told the corpses of the men she ate.
They did not reply.
Somehow I still believed I would not end up like them.
“Do not blow so eagerly,” I begged the wind,
When I was sick of the waves
And felt I could not go on.
But I had no anchor.
“Which way shall I go?” I asked the graveyards of the ships in the sea,
For I had no map.
The siren, she grasps my neck,
And laughs when I cry.
She puts her song in my ears,
“Mortal,” she taunts,
But I would do anything to make it true.
I go on.
I cannot stop.
I ran out of food the fifth week at sea,
And on the ninth I realised
There was no land.
I set out to sea in an anchorless ship.
Live each day like it’s your last,
While yet the light has been surpassed;
Breathe like the next breath shall be taken away,
Sing with all the voices of the dawn of day.
Say goodnight like you won’t wake up tomorrow,
For life is but a thing you borrow;
Love though your heart may be broken,
Speak what has been ever unspoken.
Give thanks to the blossoms upon the trees,
And the waves that shimmer upon the seas;
Each moment should you be in so you can’t look away,
Should you never again return to the path this way.
Taste each snowflake upon your nose,
Follow the way in which the rain flows;
Take each chance before it’s too late,
Never let others decide your fate.
Live each day knowing it might be your last,
And the light may be already surpassed;
Breathe and sing the dawn of day,
Never be afraid to live today.
Why don’t you tell me, my dear friend,
Why you speak so harshly of what I defend?
Why do you hate when I don’t pretend
To hate what you will not comprehend?
For these are the people who have laughed and played,
And of your cruelty they are unafraid;
Too long have I played to your evil charade,
Too long has my loving heart been betrayed.
They kept me away from all the cold,
When I struggled under your stifling hold,
Like the fallen leaves I crumble and fold,
But see their smile so sweetly bold.
Dear friend, treat my people as you would treat me,
Do not think as you do, and let us be free!
Do not call yourself kind when light cannot be,
And you just laugh when they cannot flee.
Little one, can you see the peak of the mountain you climb?
Do you ever feel as if you’ll run out of time?
Do your legs shake and your arms ache
With the weight of yourself after your prime?
Little one, are you tired of the way you sigh?
Do you hate the way you sometimes cry?
When you fall again, do you feel then
That maybe you won’t have another try?
Little one, the rivers of your tears
Will run and run for countless years.
The blood you have shed, it has bled
Down the doors of your fears.
Little one, although it’s hard to go on,
You must fight for your new dawn,
Where the sun glows nigh and the birds fly high
And clouds paint the sky they float upon.
Little one, have the strength to believe
That soon will you prevail, soon will you achieve
What others doubt that you dream about
And never again will you grieve.
I want you to hear what I wish I could hear,
“Little one, I believe that you’re near!
While the winds blow away and the skies will be grey
Perhaps, perhaps they’ll soon be clear.”
My secrets are hidden behind me
Waist-deep in breaking sorrow
We were never meant to be
Your heart was only mine to borrow
Stay in the shallows where we can walk
Just glancing at the deep end
Water in our mouths so we can’t talk
I’m guessing when I call you “friend”
The cold is like the one you’ll keep
Make this a moment to remember
Getting out of the pool takes a leap
We’re swimming in December
What was that?
Did you ask me if I spoke teenager?
Well maybe I’ll give it a try,
but really dont u think
that this is all really beyond us
dont u know
of those who died 2 soon
2 soon 2 c those of us struggling under the trail left behind
by overachievers and underestimators,
of those who died 2 soon
2 soon 2 hear my requiem?
dont u think
i deserve a little medal
telling me im so nice
bc dont u think
ive spent a little 2 much time
being self-conscious about what i call my makeup?
oh but arent u thinking
using ur poor excuse of a brain
that makeup must be the stuff i smear on my face?
well id love it if u thought
that for me kindness is prettier
than any kind of lipstick?
and screw ur blush and ur eyeshadow and ur mascara
u think i hate myself
but dont u think
its lovely how my cheeks turn rosy
when my friends smile at me?
dont u think my eyes are beautiful
when theyre filled with the laughter of life?
dont u think my eyelashes are so elegant
when i look at the sun
grateful for all the life it brings?
dont u think ur the hating one
for turning ur back on my ppl?
but its ok
while u scream urself blind
we will be riding into the horizon
breaking free of all our chains
4 we are the sons, the daughters, and the children of this earth
and we are born more equal, more beautiful, and more innocent than we can imagine
dont u think
mother earth gave birth 2 us 2
and we deserve more than a glance once in a while
dont u think
we are mathematicians, authors, musicians
engineers, businesspeople, inventors
scientists, teachers, presidents
mayors, poets, programmers
and most of all
dont u think
we are warriors
who rise from the ashes of ourselves
only to become greater, stronger
and better than before
dont u think
i deserve someone by my side
4 all the times ive had my heart broken
only so i can pick it up again
and tape it back together
dont u think
i deserve to go home
to where i know i wont be scolded
for every step i take
dont u think
i deserve a crispy high 5
4 all the times i was the last one in the water
abandoned by the escapers
who had refused to do their job,
the lazy idiots
dont u think
that theres many of us
just quietly planning our potential
and shooting for the moon
dont u think
that we deserve a story
where our anthem doesnt define as a requiem?
So if you ask me if I speak teenager,
I say no
I say that teenager is not a language
Where “you” translates to “u”
And “I” becomes “i”
And numbers litter the page
I say that teenager is not an age
Where we are crushed by our melancholy
And trapped by our makeup
I say that teenager is nothing
Because don’t you think
That we are people too?
Do to the earth as you would do to me,
For I speak with the voices of the sea;
Unite me with the home I love,
My heart lies in the skies above.
Whisper softly like the afternoon rain,
The heavens’ blessing, so lightly lain;
Upon the smoke and falling flowers,
Wasted away as the passing hours.
Plumeria, plumeria, forever do I see you,
Descending in the wind as my tears renew;
Broken away like the old memories past,
Fading away while I still last.
While I tire myself in the day I hear,
The midnight murmurs year after year;
The bell that calls me ever awake,
Oh, the things that remind me of the mistake.
Saffron, I seem to see you wherever I go
Long legs, golden hair, eyes like blinking doe
Tall like a fox tail in the grass
I’m forbidden to gaze at you while I pass
You’re like a dream I lost long ago
When you were a hero and I was a foe
They cannot tell me how I feel
For I know my love for you is real
Once, I wished I could be like you, Saffron
But you were there until you were gone
It was a wish I was mistaken to make
I give and I give but then you take
If I could be bright and beloved and refined
Where would my soul be left behind?
Saffron, you cannot see me when I am there
Sinking in the sea of our despair
I am wicked and heartless and mean
To let you slip away unseen
I am caught between worlds, Saffron
One moment you’re there and the next moment gone
*Dates for marked poems may be inaccurate, as they are formed from estimations, and may be inaccurate to two or three months before or after the estimation at most.
September 2021, Without You*
“The days so dark I feel blind
There's no other light to find
That's what it's like
Without you.”
October 2021
No lasting record of poetry was written during this month.
November 2021, My Heart is a Butterfly*
“My heart is a butterfly
My feet are like birds
They wiggled and jiggled
As if they're about to fly.”
December 2021
No lasting record of poetry was written during this month.
January 2022
No lasting record of poetry was written during this month.
February 2022
No lasting record of poetry was written during this month.
March 2022, Five Again*
“I feel like I’m five again
Bouncing through the rain
I feel like I’m five again
Heat disappearing with the pain.”
April 2022, A Secret Path*
“There’s a secret song among the stars
Beautiful, sweet and true
There’s a secret song
And it sings for you…”
May 2022, Speechless*
“But to you she shines like light
She runs like a bird in flight
You want to scream, you want to shout
But you can’t, your words are out.”
June 2022, Born Me*
“Love it the way I rub my eyes
Deep into the the night
Pencil lead in my wake
Love it love it love it.”
July 2022, Pier Jump*
“Thoughts in two long seconds:
You climb on the railing, then jump off.
You know you’ll hit the water soon.
You start to think this was a dumb, dumb idea.
You still think you’ll hit the water soon.”
August 2022, My Favorite Things* (DO NOT SUE ME FOR PLAGIARISM)
“Cream-colored sweaters and newly bought pencils
Doughnuts and glaze and chocolate sprinkles
Bluebirds as blue as the jewels on rings
These are a few of my favorite things.”
September 2022
No lasting record of poetry was written during this month
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October 2022, All the Love on a Summer Night
“‘This is my friend,’
She’d said.
‘He keeps me company when I’m lonely.’
‘He’s my best friend,’
She’d said.
‘I won’t ever forget him.’
And the girls frowned,
Shaking their heads
Knowing they’re looking at
Nothing at all.”
November 2022
No lasting record of poetry was written during this month.
December 2022, Swimming in December
“Stay in the shallows where we can walk
Just glancing at the deep end
Water in our mouths so we can’t talk
I’m guessing when I call you ‘friend’.”
January 2023, Josephine
“The ocean is my Josephine
And while you protest for your lost marine
I’ll still be by my Josephine
My dying world of blue and green.”
February 2023, dont u think (Requiem)
“dont u think
that theres many of us
just quietly planning our potential
and shooting for the moon
dont u think
that we deserve a story
where our anthem doesnt define as a requiem?”
March 2023
No lasting record of poetry was written during this month.
April 2023
No lasting record of poetry was written during this month.
May 2023
No lasting record of poetry was written during this month.
June 2023, Believe*
“Try to believe we’ve been here once before
In times of dark and in times of sorrow
I’ll stay here holding open the door
That shall take us to our brighter tomorrow.”
July 2023, I Would Have*
“I would have believed in you every day
If you had not betrayed me in every way
I would have loved you through all things tough
If you had considered me just enough.”
August 2023, The Call
“Live each day knowing it might be your last,
And the light may be already surpassed;
Breathe and sing the dawn of day,
Never be afraid to live today.”
September 2023, Plumeria
“Whisper softly like the afternoon rain,
The heavens’ blessing, so lightly lain;
Upon the smoke and falling flowers,
Wasted away as the passing hours.”
October 2023
No lasting record of poetry was written during this month.
November 2023, cant be good girl
“I think I think too hard about what I’ve done wrong,
When really I should have tried to be more strong
Can’t be good girl like I wish I could be,
Can’t love my life, can’t seem to be free.”
December 2023, Má Ơi
“Má ơi, I wish you would see
The moments when it was you and me
Má ơi, you are my brightest star
Drowning in the blood of your deepest scar.”
January 2024, unfinished poem
“Don’t be afraid of something new
And take the hand I offer you,
Darling, it’s a lovely night after all,
Wouldn’t you like to join my ball?”
February 2024, Saffron
“You’re like a dream I lost long ago
When you were a hero and I was a foe
They cannot tell me how I feel
For I know my love for you is real.”
March 2024, Stars of the Show
“When I’m gone, please remember
The day we met in September
Think only of the happiness that passed
And maybe then we will outlast.”
April 2024, Dear Friend
“Why don’t you tell me, my dear friend,
Why you speak so harshly of what I defend?
Why do you hate when I don’t pretend
To hate what you will not comprehend?”
May 2024, Dear Julie
“I try to cheer for you but you’ve turned away,
And you’re all I would ever want to be, Julie
My words mean nothing to what you have to say,
Why, oh why, Julie, would you want to be me?”
June 2024
No poetry was written during this month.
July 2024, The Mountain You Climb
“Little one, have the strength to believe
That soon will you prevail, soon will you achieve
What others doubt that you dream about
And never again will you grieve.”
August 2024
No poetry was written during this month.
September 2024, The Siren At Sea
“Give me a reason to go on,’ I told the corpses of the men she ate.
They did not reply.
Somehow I still believed I would not end up like them.
‘Do not blow so eagerly,’ I begged the wind,
When I was sick of the waves
And felt I could not go on.
But I had no anchor.
‘Which way shall I go?’ I asked the graveyards of the ships in the sea,
For I had no map.”
September 2024, It’s All About Me
“You said ‘Nobody likes me!’ when I fell to catch you
And you said you were lonely when I saw you through
You didn’t invite me, and no one came to your party,
And I said, ‘That’s crazy. Not even me?’”
October 2024, Untitled Poem
“Yet you will not forget, nor will you ever
The love that we proclaimed to be forever.
Should thou rise and only be thy love’s only love,
Thou shalt look to find our love in the stars above.”
November 2024
No poetry was written during this month.
December 2024, Untitled Poem 2
"You won't love me but I won't cry,
For I'm not Romeo, I'm only Paris.
And after all this all I did was try,
So you'll have my love but not my kiss."
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