Biography of Julian Nguyen
My name is Julian. Im from Washington and Im 16. Im an outgoing guy who loves to have fun. though when I feel hurt I like to write poems its something part of me I can express in my own imagination. Recetly a friend girl broke the relationship between us or our friendship...some of the poems was about her when she was there for me. Things changed and how I wrote my peoms about my feelings, sorrow, the memories, and that i have to forget and move on. its not easy. However i found this special friend name sanna who is from finland she gave this adice 'I don't regret anything except the things I never did.' i should be proud of how i risk being close to her and showed her a different view besideds her boyfriend. her boyfriend called our friendship with her and i off. dont know what i did or could do. the past is the past. Let me introduce myself Im Julian Nguyen, a above average student in highschool who is taking college classes as well since hes a junior. I don't regret anything anymore. But ill like to tribute the poems I made to the person I hate very much the one I loved, the one who forgot about our memories, to Kirsten.
Julian Nguyen Poems
Walking Away Is Never Easy
A ebony mocking bird perches, On the blood-red tree, Beating its ancient heart, Outside my shadowed windows,
Its Just Me...
Gazing into your glowing eyes, Mind rushing of many thoughts, Left unsaid and forgotten Drowning inside the deep, cool void,
Summer-blown leaves flowing, Above Spring Dawn’s Tidings, Brilliant-colored butterflies sweeping, Across the majestically, amused courtesans,
The Last Dance
From the moment, Time slowed and turned into a daze, Pacing the dance floor, To the steady, bass beat
When Apologizing Is Never Enough
I can’t promise you anything, Ill break tradition, If I have to stop this singing head, To call off our problems in this,
The Savior And The Broken
In the Land of Eternal Darkness, A scorching stardust shoots overhead, Illuminating pale light into the unpromising, joyless abyss, Burning all demons and the nonbelievers,
Still Searching For The Dark Waterfront....
At the hours of darkness, The time of the watching owl, I steadily shuffle onward, To the edge of the water dock,
I awake at the solemn song of midnight's hourglass, When the veil between perceptibility and contradictions are breached, A scent of a dream is lost, To the Heavens of Fate.
My Golden Lover
In a faraway dream, Where golden lies and tempting truths live within, A sunburst light washes the whole world, The reverberation of great laughter echoes across the ocean,
Starlit Nights And Lonely Days
Across summertime lands of lustrous elegance, To winterlands of unyielding, harsh coldness, Lies an epicurean beauty, None other than a well-gifted bard,
My Golden Lover
In a faraway dream,
Where golden lies and tempting truths live within,
A sunburst light washes the whole world,
The reverberation of great laughter echoes across the ocean,
Swift, strong winds carry the clouds closer,
To form a grinning, homely face.
In the midst of the captivating dream,
A whisper so quiet that calls my name,