B. 繭/B. Jian

I write poems for afternoon tea 下午茶時間，閒暇來寫詩

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Luxor, Egypt

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✍️❤️

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To the Later Half of 2026

Let’s go to cafes

Let’s then go to bars

Let’s go to wherever we’re away from cliches

Doesn’t matter if our hearts drift to Mars

Tell me in my ear

Tell me your wishes and fear

Tell me how life made you shed a tear

Until I say, “then let’s get out of here”

Take me to Paris

Take me to Bali

Take me to your made-up places

Doesn’t matter if we’ll get there

As long as my calendar is filled with my time with you

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Eulogy of Every Romance

I’ve seen through

every piece

of your soul.

Yet, you’d rather

believe I’m a

blind man with sight.

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Fall

She fell for him

He fell for her harder

But I fell the hardest

Because I fell down the stairs

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Always save your kindness for those who actually cherish it.

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El Born

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Don’t let your emotions dominate your journey. Your journey always lasts longer than your emotions.

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Watcha lookin’ at? 👀

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Coffee Stain

no need to mind

the coffee stain,

spilled over

the saucer

no cup should be wiped

no saucer should be replaced

no spoon was pulled out of the cup in the wrong angle

no saucer was placed in a harsh manner

no table was startled the moment you moved your legs

nothing was ruined. no one was denigrated.

as sunlight shined through the window,

the saucer, with newly formed coffee stain on it,

became a bit messy, a bit casual

just like your languor

warm and lovely

咖啡漬

咖啡盤上

剛才灑出來的

咖啡漬

你莫要去管

不用想著擦杯身

不用想著換盤子

不用想著是不是咖啡匙拿起的角度不對

還是剛把杯子放下時太過用力

還是腳挪動時，驚動了桌子

不用去想它破壞了什麼、玷汙了誰

當陽光透過窗戶照進

那多了一點咖啡漬的咖啡盤

顯得多一份凌亂、一份隨意

同你的倦意

溫暖美麗

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The Irony

Sadly,

we don’t complete each other.

It’s just about the same parts of our hearts

similarly shattered.

諷刺

可惜

誰也完整不了誰

只是你我心裡相同的地方

碎得很相似

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Charred Building

“Let’s get back to where we were!”

You suggested

And led me to the building

Which was once for us.

I shook my head and withdrew my hand,

Leaving you frustrated and myself guilty.

But I needed to step away,

For I saw the building had been charred.

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Horizon

1. They see a plane and admire how massive it is,

Without any idea where it will land

2. They see a plane and analyze its speculation.

The destination always brings a lot of discussions

3. They feel a plane above their heads, but they know what they should really keep their eyes on.

What is the need to care about a plane?

眼界

1. 飛機入目，歎其宏偉，無關乎其降何處

2. 飛機入目，辨其規矩；論降何處，言語飛

3. 飛機遮天，視線唯落應落處，鐵翼與我有何干？

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Contract Terminated

I letted them

dwell in my house

decorate its interior

and create memories

So when they leave

with no intention to extend the contract

I still have the wonders

they left when they were kind

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What You Wanted

you said you were looking for light—

so you walked into me

like it might be hiding

behind my eyes.

but I wasn’t enough,

not bright, not burning,

just a quiet room

you mistook for dawn.

you talked of escape

but folded yourself

into the dark

like it’s home.

you said you wanted fire

but breathed easier in ash.

I won’t lie—

I was never your sun.

I flicker. I could sometimes get put out.

I don’t lead anyone out.

but if someday

your fingers twitch toward the edge—

if the dark stops

making sense—

I’ll be there,

not as a beacon,

but as a hand

pulling you toward

your own blaze.

所想之物

你說你在找光——

於是你走進我

深信光藏在我眼後

但我遠遠不夠

無可發亮 無可燃燒

僅僅是沈默的密室

任你誤以為能帶你走向黎明

你嘴上說著逃離

卻蝸居在黑暗

彷彿洄游到歸宿；

嘴上說想要明火

卻甘心吞吐餘燼

容我誠實以告——

我從不是你的太陽

明明滅滅 甚至消跡殆盡

沒法帶誰到哪裡

但若有一天

當你攢緊手指——

當黑暗再也入不了你眼——

我會出現

不作為一道光

而是一隻手

把你拉往

屬於自己的光

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The Person Named Happiness

In the quiet dawn, where dreams unfurl,

Many sought the elusive pearl,

A figure named Happiness, serene and still,

Yet few could climb that distant hill.

From afar, I called, with hope's gentle plea,

"Why do you stay so far from me?"

Happiness turned, with a patient grace,

"I stand here waiting, in this humble place.

Many chase with fervor, yet never advance,

For the chase becomes their only dance.

I do not flee, nor do I hide,

I simply wait, with arms open wide.

Oh, dear seeker, do not be deceived,

For those who found me often left aggrieved.

I am not the treasure you wish to hold,

Nor the milk that warms when nights grow cold.

I am not the bloom of a radiant flower,

Nor the map to a hidden tower.

I am but a key, a simple mug of water,

An empty vase, where aspirations may waver."

Before I stood by Happiness's side,

I dreamed of riches, of joy magnified.

Yet here I find, in the quiet of day,

Happiness is simple, in its own humble way.

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Long List

I invited you to make a long list

Of the ones beloved by you the most

Until you mention the name

Written on the VIP card in my hand.

You listed the closest ones,

Ones you’re in good terms with,

And even ones you’re not quite familiar with.

Yet the long list hasn’t ended.

Extending the length of the long list

Without the maximum number of the invited ones,

I wonder, instead of how many people you’ve invited,

If you would ever mention your own name,

Written on the card?