#anthea yang

[osannachil]

Poem by Anthea Yang

I listen to the silence

[wordsquared]

11:59pm in one minute, or sixty seconds, or sixty thousand milliseconds, today will be gone and today will be yesterday and tomorrow will be today. it's kind of terrifying when you think about it. terrifying in the way that everything you did today - all the lists you've made, places you've been, things you've touched, song's you've heard, conversations you've had - will soon become a memory, or worse, it would be forgotten. lost amidst all of your yesterdays. gone. 12:00 am today.

Anthea Yang

[emersonartproject]

LONG DISTANCE INTERVIEW: Anthea Yang 

Anthea Yang is a poet from Perth, Western Australia. Her work has been published in Hypertrophic Literary, The Rising Phoenix Review, and -Ology Journal. 

[another-shade-of-blue]

but we must follow the sun forward, even if our steps tremble.

(a.y)

[purplethebunny]

Inside Out

tell me, isn’t it tragic? to open yourself up like a museum, to turn yourself inside out, only to have everything stolen under the night.

—Anthea Yang

[apeacehunter]

oh baby, i know there is so much cruelty in the world that you can’t ignore. it’s so easy to see all of it and hate the world for it. you don’t have to be positive all the time, it’s exhausting. it’s okay to feel angry at the injustices. my faith in humanity is always shaking. this place can be so ugly sometimes. but at the end of the day, i can’t help but look around and see something good and beautiful no matter how small it is. out there, there’s a child dancing with flowers in her hair, an old couple wearing matching neon green sneakers, so many lil pups running around the park, a friend arriving at her brokenhearted friend’s home with a tub of icecream, an entire community of people coming together to fight for what’s right. you can’t forget that these are people too. i know it’s hard to love sometimes. but you’ve got to try. don’t let the world take your softness away. hold on to your gentleness, your compassion, there is still so much beauty waiting to be found, my love.

Anthea Yang

[musingsandmeanderings]

Tell me, isn’t it tragic? to open yourself up like a museum, to turn yourself inside out, only to have everything stolen under the night.

Anthea Yang

[builtupchaos]

Inside Out

tell me, isn’t it tragic? to open yourself up like a museum, to turn yourself inside out, only to have everything stolen under the night. —Anthea Yang

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