One, Him, Hallway Stories
Let me share some of my poems, which I still consider on level "eeh..."
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One
In the beginning, there was nothing
A cold, dark abyss of reasoning
Then there was one who came in that world
An existence suddenly unfurled
Soon, another came and there was two
An cherishing encounter so true
In a flash, there were three; four, five, six
Things multiply as fast as time ticks
But if you scatter many, you’ll see
That they has begun from being free
No matter what, everything was one
Before it’s big, it was poorly-done
One’s the governor of time and space
It builds up tall towers and long days
Numbers confuse, but one is to blame
Yet we’re all trapped in its silly game
To get zero, one’s the last digit
One is just everywhere! Let be it -
Him
His effeminate slenderness and absolute clumsiness
His gentle face and eyes and graceful lips curving into smiles
His soothing, charming voice and unmistakable diligence
These qualities I may not always notice but they’re worthwhile
His words of wisdom and truth and choices of stories to read
His words of mouth and hand and choices of things to talk about
His words of good and bad and choices of people to stay with
These things I may not like, but it will not mean him I will doubt
His supportive classmates and teachers and friends and family
His previous and current fans and only persons in his heart
His former enemies and new buddies throughout the country
These people I may not know but he’s still the best work of art
His physical characteristics I may not know too well
His genetic makeup commanding him I cannot predict
His foundation I am not familiar with, but I can tell
These does not explain clearly why I am in love with him sick
Hallway Stories
Another day, another moment -
Breathe the joyful breeze, the fresh air’s scent
Crying or laughing settles on one corner
Dancing or singing comes from another
Enter the teenagers, having some fun
Friends bathed under the rain and the sun
Great leaders-to-be, discussing their futures-
How impressive! The world they shall nurture
Inside their minds linger all worries
Journeys to take; many things like these
‘Killer smiles’ are men’s natural arts
Looking good, perhaps with loving hearts
Merry talks and gentle smiles the girls give
No silly person could ever retrieve
Open up, you lovesick people; face those fears
Pent-up feelings must be said without the tears
Queens of gossip with kings of mischief
Rather than telling, they would be cool or stiff
Students outside; in their classrooms
Teachers and the impending ‘doom’
Unnecessarily, these happen all times:
Vandalism, ‘leakage,’ and other such crimes
Waiting for friends to lend missing notes
Xerox machines earn money and totes
Yes! Dismissal is here, at last -
Zoom into life with a full blast