Missing Him

From the Balcony

The picture had a missing corner

when I stood on my balcony today.

happy memories.

the thirst for the fluffiness of the clouds to be tangible,

and the coldness of the concrete that was once bearable

the moments and scenery of the cloudy sunset all to myself.

The Hole

how small the sky looks

through the opening

the light and freedom so intangible

from the darkness deep bellow

people stop by

to stare

to comment

how bad it must be

and the voices fades

as the pit gets deeper

and darker

and so alone

it takes one person

a single compassionate soul

one willing to jump into the darkness

to let the lights in again

to emphasize

Being Lost in the Moment

It’s the throbbing in my chest when I sprint out of my room to catch that last glimpse of the crimson sunset and later capturing such feelings in the muse of aimless freedom in my writing. The poetry captures my spontaneity, as a sudden beautiful flickering of the candlelight can launch me into composing a new poem and a supplemental artwork for the post. 

When I listen to my heart through writing poetry, I’m no longer lost navigating the maze of societal expectations. The certainty that the beauty of the candlelight and the sunset will diminish eventually forces me to cherish it at the moment, and I want to bring my readers to the present moment, to the deep meaning of a single flicker. My goal is to share my journey to self introspection and inspire my readers by showing them the appeal of being mindful in the present and breaking free of the past and future. 

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The full yellow moon

the little things in life

the happiness of riding smoothly

where am I now?

what’s up ahead?