Azure Critic Poems

I sing myself to sleep. My favorite songs touch my compassion. Night sinks. Tears rise.
I count myself to sleep. Continual numbers fall dead-beat, into infinite.
I hold myself to sleep. My old loneliness. My bony body. So rugged. Sleep can't arrive.
Morning's been ripe.
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I get angry at the world
because people do not love you as I wish them to.
A loves you;
A gender discriminator, he prefers your brother.
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My arms are thin, bony,
and brittle, may be,
but weight lifting is my favorite activity.
Everyday I yearn for the practice,
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The one who has made me angry
at the limited memory
of my handphone
is the one
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After many years of desperate searching
I've found you, my darling
You wrap me with your warm hugs,
giving me as much happiness
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The one who's singing the lullaby,
why don't you sleep?

'cause the determination to sing you into sleep
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