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When my name died I did not mourn itI did not bury my name in the back yard with Fluffy and Fido Covering my name with flowersInstead I just just stood thereWatching it parish as the truth of my words cut through it
Sometimes I find the time to go too fast,
And the sounds of the world to be too loud,
But when I think back to times past,
There must have been a moment where there was no sound.
Less than a second,
On this day, the sun had shone brighter than on anyother day. For this day, the king and queen were blessed with the birth of their first borne child. A daughter whom they named Aura.
I stood bare foot up first words whisper, to adapt I must adopt. An image no more a minority to the wide spread hatred we call war.
I’m from sunlight shining,
Birds singing in early afternoon.
The fortress beneath sheltering pine trees,
Narrow paths I’ve walked a thousand times.
The journey began
Merely a spray from a sink
Not of joy did I think
When poetry came to mind
A nuisance it was
To rhyme words and words
Just like the screeching of birds
Poetry is an expression and release
An outlet to the overflowing plugs of life-
a place that listens when the world denies your existence.
I write to be heard.
To be understood and for my opinions to be considered
I am from my past.
I am from memories.
I am from days faded, and
from nights never ending.
I am from food coloring,
from basement swings;
feet not grazing the ground.
She is the first place I felt love.
She is like an ocean
soft and peaceful
yet strong enough to destroy.
She is powerful.
She is wise.
She is brilliant.
She is my muse.
I am from the swimming pool,
From water soaked concrete and slippery blue tiles
I am from a hole in the ground
Lined with cement and filled to the brim with cool water
I am from the stands
I wake up every morning thankful to be alive
A brain unlike any other im different yet alive
My thoughts questions why im alive
Point your finger at Me,
For I am the only target to see.
I was blind
And I was naive.
I didn't see
How I affected you,
Or how I affected Me.
But time has passed,
I am from straw hats,
From humid to dirty roads,
I am from Mommy’s and Daddy’s homeland,
(Saigon, the city where everyone
gathers.)
