Leslie Ching Poems

There's always two sides to all stories-
It might be sweet and/or gory
It might be fun, but boring too
It might be me, it could be you
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Yesterday I lost my mind
It must've flew away
Although I searched, I couldn't find
Any trace of it today-
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Under a canopy of deathly grey clouds
A little house sits obliviously.
The sky is dark, bleak,
The absence of its rich twilight tones glaringly obvious:
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Tall stalks of overgrown reed
Sway with surreal slowness
Over the edge of the lake;
The water is smooth,
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***Note: This poem was originally written for an English assignment, according to a very concise, pre-arranged template. Personally, I highly dislike the limitations and distinct lack of creativity in this poem, but decided to post it anyway to the suggestion from several friends. Make what you want of it; poetry, like all other forms of art, is subjective, and everyone's opinion of the same piece is always slightly different.

I am a perfectionist, a dreamer, diligence gone awry
I wonder what it feels like to soar in the sky
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As I lean back into the deck chair
On the creaking veranda,
A notepad on my knees
And a pencil in my hand,
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A sound rests on my tongue tonight-
Not a whisper, not a word
A shadow flicked by the trees tonight-
Not an owl, not a bird;
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Staring at the wall
Blank
White
Stark
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A land of make-belief, it seems
Is much more agreeable; it teems
With laughter and joy, and it beams-
But reality is most harshly deemed:
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