Kevin Wang Poems

Close your eyes
Listen to your heart
Imagine your skies
And take part
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It started as a feeling
Which grew to a hope
A hope to convene you all
To help a smile to be natural
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slowly does the rain fall
bits and parts
excoriating the love which blew him apart
as he slowly walks
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Laughing ringing in the background
are children who are dancing on the meadow floor
prancing lightly
singing for everyone to hear
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it’d be searching far and wide
where and what
I don’t know anymore
But I just have to
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-rain-
(thoughts in a dying one…)
drip
drip
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(Summary: I don’t ever want to stop loving her, but in true love I’ve got to let go if needed to. An impossible feat that I’d incline to do for her, but only to break it on myself; and only hurting myself, in result. My world went upside down; in other words, chaos of confusion, where I didn’t want to see… I feel as if I’m lost and even dreams seem to be something to make me drunk with happiness knowing it’d never be true in reality. I tried too hard and now dug too far which have only resulted in digging my own grace. I felt as if I drowned in the sea as was eaten by a great white but had no urge to fight but only with the last energy to the sound of terror and regret)
I got so far
Yet this held me back
Agitated with frustration
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(Summary: Facing the music and facing the truth always seems the hardest to me. Sometimes I’d say to just le me die and let me cut myself like a sacrifice to the Gods with a question, ‘Would you notice that I’m even gone? ’. As you slowly get toward you goal but also blocked by obstacles along the way; ask yourself this question along the way, ‘Would you stop or continue? ’. Erasing my life written in words and run away from home just to get away from the parents seems just like a good idea.)
redden as fiery fire
darken as weary night
deep as teary blue
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(Summary: When preparing to go to sleep, I’d wished to not dream of hur, for it’d just be my deathbed once again. One dream-I was trapped, with rags on; and I was all alone with only tiny bits of shimmering pictures of the laughter of my friends spinning above my head. One dream-In a repeating setting of CHS, I only dream of hur, the essence of happy thoughts; though never forgotten, it’d still hurt to dream of hur. Repeating dream-In the same room, I’d be with hur but I’d be only a ghost, a dead memory forgotten to hur. When awaken-I’m just a teen who has nightmares about the truth I can never face, I can never forget, I can never truly let go)
slightly shivering
rock back and forth
on a creaky bed
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(Summary: I always believed that no matter what kind of makeup or operation on hur would ever change my idea of hur. I believe nothing can change the fact that I love you but you’re just perfect the way you are. I never really thought I would love another person until you came along. Pouring in what I believe love is as to making a gift from my own two hands as to buying it with just money unless necessary is the necessity. My love for hur may never really be gone but only scarred by the remarks you made to me, . Sometimes I’d either think to give up or believe to gon on/ As I fight my battles and as long as I still live in no matter what condition, it’s always an unconditional love to hur that I’ll be there and that’ll be a promise.)
why would it be wrong
when there’s nothing more to add
when you are already
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