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I led to You

Somehow or another, I made my way to you — you whom I knew, I knew I knew, just wasn’t for me. I just always thought I knew. Someway you made it through the trials of assurance: I promised you you weren’t the one for me — and since I was the least bit expectant of the how it would become, the way you chuckled began to leave measures of itself all over me. I nearly forgot what it was like to not know the way you called my name. Anyway you may have painted it, I suppose you’ll never come to know or learn. Your love came from a force that came forth, and I still swear it’s blinded you — everything you do and say. Still I grew accustomed to the way your smiles charmed me, and if love is blind: I prayed we were blinded for the rest of forever; I prayed that you would never go. --c; Huimin Zhuo [June 22nd, 2017]

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Relief

Tears are a different sort of high. They keep you up in the middle of the night. They force you to hide away in shame during daylight. Tears are a different sort of high. But, boy…oh boy, are they the worst kind. --c; Huimin Zhuo [September 19th, 2015]

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Rain or Shine

Rain or shine, you were mine.

Shine or rain, my love was not placed in vain.

Rain or shine, you’re forever mine. --c; Huimin Zhuo [May 17th, 2013]

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Questions and Implications

He asked me where I disappeared off to.

I guess I wandered off to a place in the middle of nowhere but my mind. I guess I got lost trying to sort out this little treasure of a tragedy.

He asked me where he had to be to find me.

I suppose I could say that I'd be anywhere he wanted me to be, all he needed was "please stay." I suppose I would've been many places by then, but I still wouldn't know if my places were the right places for when.

He asked me where my mind had gone.

I imagine everything sort of got misplaced when everything I had was no longer there, and everything I gave was still not good enough. I imagine everywhere I went, I'd still question if some place might've existed if it was just with you. --c; Huimin Zhuo [September 12th, 2014]

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Raging Waters

The rain dissipates into vapor as the flames sears at its touch, consuming the flowers. Petal by petal: they burned away. Leaving behind ashes, memories, for me to bury within the dirt.

This was the desecrated ground: nothing holy, nothing light. Just imperfection so close to perfection, that it turned into nothing more, nothing less, than cinder.

Charring my skin as I reached out for what was left. But nothing remained. I was simply scarred by the memories of the flowers flared in life, and disintegrated by death.

The waters could not calm, never quell, the anger of the fire. Sensations rushed through my body, electrifying me, as I saw it all happen.

The garden, the epitome of beauty, grace, love, hope, died in my eyes. I stood by watching, unable to stop it as it happened. Watched as I was left behind by the beauty, grace, love, and hope. --c; Huimin Zhuo [April 10th, 2013]

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Resilient

Sometimes, the stars will bleed out and die. As these precious stars disappear, they leave parts of themselves. Parts of themselves that will never be seen. It's the shimmer in the sky when you see nothing there. So it exists— the deathbeds of these stars. They are buried in the sky, enveloped by the clouds, overseen by the moon and all other satellites. They have died but they are protected. Protected by everything in the vast sky. The sky that sometimes goes gray and sheds tears for the stars that have died. --c; Huimin Zhuo [January 19th, 2013]

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Righteousness Requires Nothing

I asked the angel on my shoulder where to next? and the angel looked at me with a blank expression, like I was the one who was supposed to guide them. Suddenly, the little demon on the other side, grinned so devilishly—still a charmer, though —whispered into my ear of places I could wander, like they knew everything there was to know.

The angel by my side said nothing, always standing still. Sometimes, they would look at me— but always, they were without a face for me to remember…just an aura, a simple glow. The demon stood in front of me, pointing in directions I could barely manage to follow, acting as though I had so many options—practically belittling the angel and what few options they offered me. --c; Huimin Zhuo [November 5th, 2014]

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S/he

She lived in winter days, but his head was filled with summer. She thought of all the heartache and pain while he always wanted to smile. She lived in broken roads and dead ends, but he believed in existing. She died with a crazed mind while he suffered the loss of his dearest treasure. She left and believed she left nothing behind, but he existed and found himself missing her all the time. --c; Huimin Zhuo [September 2nd, 2013]

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Scattered Dreams

You were my oceans and my sunsets. You touched the sky and you stole my heart. You breathed life and you made me die. Everything about you was made to contradict.

I wanted to be yours but I never really wanted it, all that much. I just wanted to be yours, so that I could call you mine. And perhaps, the aching in my heart would seem easier to accept. Since, then, I would have hurt for a person I called my world. --c; Huimin Zhuo [March 1st, 2015]

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Seven Colors

You could have been as invisible as the sky. No true color; simply a reflection.

You could have been of raindrops of the clouds. Clear and crystal; simply radiant.

But you weren't. Instead, you were mine. And you were brighter than the clouds, iridescent as the sky. you were the rainbows --c; Huimin Zhuo [January 13th, 2014]

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Silent Symphonies

I could hear them as they kicked up their heels. as they got ready to walk and leave.

I could hear my heart b g e n a i t a pulse, like it was nothing But it wasn't nothing. It wasn't a triangle playing a soft sound. It was and only was a drum p o u n d i n g in my body.

I could hear all those voices that kept saying e enough enough you are not enough g h And the way the drumming became LOUDER and the footsteps q u i e t e r until all I was left with were melodies painting melancholies in my still—yet beating— heart. --c; Huimin Zhuo [August 9th, 2014]

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Some Ways I Make It Through

I remember the way your lips felt on my skin, as if they burned away my frozen parts and put out the fires that turned thoughts to cinder.

I remember the way your hands were so perfect for me, as though even your prints aligned with mine like an absolute and completed puzzle.

I remember the way your smile brightened my sight, much like what the sun did for the sky even when if it was initially gray.

I remember all of this even though you are here to do them still because they are the savings I put away on stormy days when I cannot see the world. --c; Huimin Zhuo [March 17th, 2014]

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SOS

I shot an SOS signal into the sky because I wanted a rescue.

The signal beamed with bright lights and reminded me of fireworks.

I thought about why such a beautiful scene was held by the hands of such a miserable thought.

But it was and it just was. Like me— I was.

I shot an SOS signal towards where home would be, thinking someone could come and save me.

But the SOS signal failed and all I heard was an applause. People were clapping for the display, even though I was dying.

I couldn't survive anymore on this planet, yet no one seemed to want to take me home.

No one wanted to take me back home. --c; Huimin Zhuo [February 1st, 2014]

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Stay Forever

Drip drip drip I feel the droplets hit me like a small waterfall. Now tell me if you feel the droplets, too, hit you like a small waterfall. Even if you no longer move no longer breathe no longer live can you feel the wetness and the cold as well as me?

You lie beside me and I should be scared of what will happen next for the knife lays in my hand even if I did not commit the crime. I find a little comfort in the way that the redness covers me. The rhythmic beats remind me of your heart and I can just imagine just believe just create this illusion that tells me you’re still alive and your heart still beats for me.

Ba-dump ba-dump ba-dump For this moment, your heart is mine forever… and even if you did even if you had even if you wanted to you can leave me no longer. --c; Huimin Zhuo [August 7th, 2013]

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Stolen Charms

Give me back the innocence you stole from my heart. My love. You thief. --c; Huimin Zhuo [October 21st, 2013]

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Storytellers

The sky wrote a story with stars playing the characters —billions of stars. Some were of high esteem, already known of by the world below. Some were just growing, beginning to be found. And some were the unfortunate stars that could not be saved. They turned into disastrous fools —black holes that swallowed up the world. But the sky wrote a story with stars playing their roles, and gave even the darkest voids a place to exist. --c; Huimin Zhuo [March 2nd, 2013]

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