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THE MOVING FINGER CLOTHO 2016

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"The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it." (The Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyam by Edward Fitzgerald) Thank you for having the courage to show us your vulnerability, or at least a manifestation of it.

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THEMOVINGFINGERCLOTHO

2016

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TABLEOFCONTENT

EDITORS

ALETTER........................................................................................................................................4

ANONYMOUS

AWORDLESSGAME.......................................................................................................................5

ASA

APRAYER.......................................................................................................................................7

ALATESNOWFALLINJAPAN..........................................................................................................8

SCHOOLTIMEONASAMA...............................................................................................................9

BACHNGO

CHAPTERSEVENOFOFMICEANDMEN........................................................................................11

BRENDAHASHAM

PRESCIENT....................................................................................................................................13

HANNAHHUGHES

DOYOULOVE?.............................................................................................................................14

H.S

AMONGSTSNOWANDSTARS......................................................................................................15

JAYMEERIELRED

DESIRE..........................................................................................................................................16

LUNGS..........................................................................................................................................17

JOHNFITZGERALD

THEMAGICOFMETAPHOR...........................................................................................................18

WINTERPOETICS..........................................................................................................................19

KHUDOYBERDI

BROTHERSINPEACE.....................................................................................................................20

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LINLIN

IAMFROM...................................................................................................................................22

MATTHEW

CONES..........................................................................................................................................23

ERININHIROSHIMA.....................................................................................................................24

MINAMIKATAOKA

無題.............................................................................................................................................25

YOURPOEM.................................................................................................................................26

MOONLIGHTCATHARSIS

WHYCAN’TYOUHAVEACLONEOFYOURSELF?...........................................................................27

PLEASE.........................................................................................................................................28

BETRAYAL.....................................................................................................................................30

SAMNGUYEN

IFABAKEREVERWROTEASONNET.............................................................................................31

SCREENED-WORLD.......................................................................................................................32

LANTERNSANDCHERRYBLOSSOMS.............................................................................................33

LITTLECHILDRENONTHEMOUNTAIN..........................................................................................34

SARALAMK

DEJANDOLAVOLAR—..................................................................................................................35

TONIVALENCIA

FORHIM.......................................................................................................................................36

UNKNOWN

THIRDDEGREEBURNS..................................................................................................................37

WESLEYHSIAO

BEEFCAKERAP..............................................................................................................................38

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ALETTERfromJaymeeandSamHello,Wethoughtofdifferentwayshowtodothis.Notthepoetrycompilationitself,butthisforeword;forustoshowgratitudetoeveryonewhohaseverignitedathoughtorfeelinginsideus.Buthavingtheterribletraitofindecisionandperfectionism,wecouldn’tagreeonwhattoactuallywrite.Aswewritethis,wedon’treallyknowifwe’regoingtouseitforthispage,butifwedo,wethinkitnicetoinformyoutheimportanceofappreciatingeverypoemthatispresentedtoyou.“Why?”youmayask.Well,ifyou’veeverthoughtyouwereanygoodatsinging,andrecordedyourself,thendecidedtonevertalkoreventhinkaboutit(ever),writingpoemsislikethat,too.Somepieces,wedecidetoabandon,andsomethoughts,wesubconsciouslyhideawaysomewhereinthebrain.Somepoems,wedecidetocontinuebutkeeptoourselves.It’slikeourownrecordofgrowth,kindoflikehowmotherstakehandprintsandfootprintsoftheirchildrenastheygrow.Fromtheoriginalformtoitsfinalone,uncountablerevisionsandmodificationcouldhaveoccurred,likeanyformofart.Wewanttothankeveryonewhohadthecouragetoshowalittlebitoftheirvulnerability(somemightsayit’sthemanifestationofit).Andthankyoutoeveryonewhobecametheinspirationforsomeofthepoems,andtothosewhosupportedourimpulsiveideaofpublication.Lastly,toMrAustin—weknowyouropiniononrepetitive“thankyou”sbeingthrownatyou,butwewantedyoutoknowhowgratefulweareforyourenthusiasm,funnycommentsandinsight.Wewillmissyougreatly,andthankyoufortheweeklydoseofpoetry.

Withlove,LivePoetryClub

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AWORDLESSGAMEAnonymous,G11SometimeagoIchosetowalkawayBecauseatthemomentThereisnothingtofightforYou'renotreadyformetoholdonI'mnotreadytodustyouYouhaveyourowninsecuritiesNowwhenIlookbackTheyseemclearerButatthattimeIwastooignoranttonoticeIwishIhadappreciatedthemIwishIhadunderstoodyouButIwassofullofmyselfIneededtocareforAndbecaredbysomeoneIthoughtthatwasloveButwantingsomeonetofixyouIsnotloveThenatonepointWhenyouwerearoundAllIcoulddowaslaughingandbeingcheeryJustbecauseIwantedtoshowI'mdoingtotallyfinewithoutyouIhidbehindmycamouflageBecauseactuallyEverytimeIseeyouIlosetheabilitytospeakAndhopetoreachintoyoureyes(continued)

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YoureyesSodark,soconfusingWheneverIlookintothemTheyseemtiredofseeingmineEverytime,IstillsearchforasoothingsparkleWhenyourlooktouchesmineButit'sokayifthat'snotthecaseAndsomedaysIwon'tbefineIwillrunaroundAsifmadnesshastakenovermeIfyouhappentoseemeLetyourheartcatchmeorHideawayifit'stoomuchofaburden.

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APRAYERASASo,everymanmustfacehisendAndneitherseasnorstarsnortimeCaremuchorhoworevenwhenThatfinallookorbreathmaycome.WeinourlivescanboastahigherplanToscorchourtearswithkissesfastWhichshouldbegoodenoughforanymanAndmakethemoment'spleasurelast.Beyondthegrave,whocareswhatidleChattermayconfrontourlivesBymenwhosefoodispaidbybribesToguaranteetheirbroodsurvives?ThoughIlivemanymilesawayAndsitforlornlyinadistantcaveMythoughtsrefusetorunbutstayClosertoyouthantomygrave.Theprayer,thethoughtandquietkissAreallittakestofillthetimeTofeedandneveroncetomissThepleasuresofalovesublime.Ourconjoin’dlivesliketothewindMustcarryallandeverywishAndblowandblowthefeeblemindBacktothemoment’sraggedbliss.

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ALATESNOWFALLINJAPANASAIwaitedcalmlyasitsnowedItwouldnotstayawayAnddressedthetreesallFancylikeAsonaChristmasDayIwantedSpringtobemyFriendTowarmmyagingBonesNotallthisBrightlightglintingAcrosstheWindowframes.GotellthesnowdropsHurry,perkupAndshowyourBloomsThenIcanpickthedaffodilsAndPlacetheminmyroom.ThefieldswillallbePlantedsoonWithcabbagesandstuffLifewillbloomwithallitsForceAndyou’llhavehadenough.Iknow,yousaiditoncebefore,TheIceandSnowwon’tlastButyouhavemadememiserableBycomingheresolate.AndIcanhearyourpartner’sStepsDressedinhisfineblackrobes,SharpeninghisscythesocarefullyAndliningusupinrows.GohencewithyourwinteryfingertipsBacktotheArcticnorthThecherryblossom’scomingfastTotellyouwhatyou’reworth.

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SCHOOLTIMEONASAMAASATheoldbrownvolcanowitharaggedFriezeoflarchandpine,puffssmokeLikeanoldmaninarockingchairPullingquietlyonhispipe.Rain,wind,mistandsnowCompetedallthewinterlongTotaketheirturnandnowTheearthsproutsdaffodils.PinkmossphloxcoverswallsInswathesofpurpledwhiteandred.ThealmondandthecherrytreesLookgenuinelysurprisedTobehere,theirsoftnessLikeaheavydrug,smilingandWavinglikeasee-throughGauzydressagainstanazuresky.It’sspringtimeattheschool.Teacherspufftheirdailyrules.Silenceanddebrisgatherinemptycorners.WhiteboardsgrubbywithuseStareblanklyintospace.TheTVonthewall,indifferenttoabuse,GuardsitscolorsbehindagreyfaceAndawaitssomearbitrarychoice.StudentsgroggywithsleepHurryreluctantlytoclass.ThecafeteriadebatesthedesirabilityOffriedorscrambledorhalf-boiledeggs(continued)

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BagsofchickenpartsinplasticbagsDefrostinthewarmwatertanksPreparingtoaccepttheirdailyPunishmentandfate.WasthatThaiIheardorwasitFrench?NoitwasThaiOrmaybeMalayorperhapsChineseorJapaneseorEnglish.Wasit?TheconfusionTremblesonthelipandintheear.AthousandmemoriesofdistanthomesComeburgeoninginTheblackbarracklikebuildingswhereSignalsinvisiblytapattheairwavesAndfingers,slightlywarm,SlideacrosstheglasstoframeaworldSovarious,sobrightacrosstheglobeAnoisycacophonicbabbleOfpixellatedpaintedpeopleOfyoungmenandwomenWaitingforthehourWaitingforthesunWaitingfortheirturnWaitingfortheirworldAscherryblossomsflirtseductivelyWiththebreezebeforetheyfall.Andwhoknows,whoknows,whoknowsWhenthevolcanoblows?

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CHAPTERSEVENOFOfMiceandMenBachNgoSothatisitfolks,ForthebigbigdreamOfmiceandmen.Nomorerabbitstotend,Nomore“livin’offthefattatheland”.GuyslikeLennieandGeorge,Candyandtheothers,Guyswhoworkonranches,WouldstillbetheloneliestguysInthisworldwheretheybelongTonofamilyandtonoplace.Itwaswhenthesunset,justasthelastraystookoff,eversinceLennie’sdeath,thatGeorgehadnoshadowbiggerthanhimself.WhenSlimandthegang,burningtheirnotesonliquorandtarts,amongstandalone,wasjustGeorgethathadsomethingbrokenintheheart.Themoreheemptiesthebottle,themoreemptyGeorgebecame,andthemorehehatedhislifeandlies.Stillregretful,guiltyandashamed,ofthehopesandliesoftheirdream,hewas.Thedream!Yes,thedream!IfonlyhecouldhavedelayedLennie’sdeath,orjusttoneverhavemet,maybeoneofthemwouldbe“livin’offthefattatheland”.(continued)

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GeorgemissedLennie,thestupiditythathehad,theinnocenceinhim,andthedreamthattheyshared.Ifonlythemicehadn'tmetthemen,Ifonlyeveryonehadtherighttopursuetheirdreams…Whentomorrowcomes,he’llbeonhisown,continuingtoeattheketchup-lessbeansofhislife.Andtryingtospell“life”withouthisfriend,L.Sothatisitfolks,ForthebigbigdreamOfmiceandmen.Nomorerabbitstotend,Nomore“livin’offthefattatheland”.GuyslikeLennieandGeorge,Candyandtheothers,Guyswhoworkonranches,WouldstillbetheloneliestguysInthisworldwheretheybelongTonofamilyandtonoplace.

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PRESCIENTBrendaF.Hasham

Flatasamonopolyboard

orsnakesandladders

aoneplaneplanet

suspended

intheair

andinthemidstof

thesequence

betweenpmandam

therealization

ofpresentsandfutures

mixed

likeabittercocktail

atallyofyearsanddecades

inneatsquares

inacircuitouspath

shovedbyaHand

intohermind

somechoices

butnotossofthedice

wouldmove

hertotheend

anend

soclosetothebeginning

thatonlyboardspace

divided

puzzlingover

linksand

mysteryand

faithandmagic

sheobserves

aladyinperpetualblack

theshadowof

shadows

waiting

unavoidable,and

furtheron

thewoodenhouse,

paintedwhite

nopicketfence

butapromise

lacedinthescentofjasmine

shesuspends

herself

byabitofOlympianwill

inheritedfromthedeiads

andabsorbs

thesprayof

meteoritesthat

distracther

inthewind/dream

beforeshefindsherself

back

onherpalepinksheets

inherthirties.

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DOYOULOVE?HannahHughesDoyoulovethelonesomechildplayingeagerinthewind?Oneswhowelcomeweatherwildknowingcalmwillcomeagain.DoyoulovethehardcoldearthAsthesunbeginstosing…“IfyoudonotlovemywinterHowcanyoulovemyspring?”

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AMONGSTSNOWANDSTARS H.S. Iwentoutsideforastroll Underthemoonlightinthesnow Ilookeduptothestarsandthemoon Thewhitegroundreflectingtheirglow. Everythingwouldhavebeenperfect IfonlyIwasonewiththestars ButthenIhadremembered Thatthestarshadbeenlonggone Anditwasonlythelighttheyhadleftbehind Thattransmittedsplendoracrossgalaxies Onlyforittobeseen Bysomeoneascontemptuousasmyself. Andsothatnight Iputthebladetomyskin AsIwatchedthebeautypouroutofme Spillingacrosstheshimmeringsnow Anditwasonlythen ThatIhadbecomebeautiful. Foryouhadtobeastar, Deadandoutofreach Inordertobegraced Bytheattentionofothers.

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DESIREJaymeeRielRedIwantmygazetoburnIwantitscorchingandblazingitwouldignitesomeone,anyone,justbypassing.AndIwantmybodytobewarmIwantittobelikeahomenoonewouldeverleaveunlesstherewasanearthquake.AndIwantmytouchtobeelectricIwantittinglingandnumbingitcouldresurrectorstopanyheartIwanted.IwantmybodytobewaterIwantitstrongenoughtocarryallthesorrowandhappinessandcruelenoughtodrownthesame.AndIwantmyhairtobearosenoonemaytouchitsocarelesslyliketheyhaveinthepastbutbeautifulenoughtobepainted.AndIwantmyeyestobedarkerIwantitunreadableanddepthlesssonoonecanlookthroughitandatthesoulI'muncertainofowning.

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LUNGSJaymeeRielRedTheysaythatwhenyou’reinloveyoushouldn’tuseyourhearttofeelit,foritistainted,fullofsinsthatourbloodcarries.Theysaythatwhenyou’reinloveyououghttouseyourlungstodescribeit,foritcontrolsthewayinwhichyouinhale, thenexhale.

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THEMAGICOFMETAPHORJohnFitzgeraldTheMagicofMetaphoristheKeytoFreedom.CanYouConform,YetDream?TheDreamistheReality.TheMagicofMetaphor.

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WINTERPOETICSJohnFitzgeraldAdjectiveslaywithslimyoverripezucchiniinthefesteringoozingmud.Verbsfiretheslashpile.Cornstalksofprepositionalphrases,churningintocarbon.Philosophylefttofermentandcongealinthecompostpile.OldideaslayeringtofertilizenewthoughtsintheSpring.Ripecolorfulthoughtsofpedanticprosehavebeenharvested.Lyricalberriesplucked,onlyrememberingtheirfleetingsweet,tartjoy.Gershwin'ssultry"Summertime"JulieAndrewsdranklikeamintjulep.Bruisedapplesofversepressedintopoeticcider.Wecannedgallonsofparagraphs.Enoughtosustainwinter'shungerforverbiage.Butwithharvest’sbountywemustresisttemptationforgluttony.Adventurenovelsshouldbesavedforthedarkmonths.Religioustextsobservedontheholydays:solstice,newyears,Spring.Todayweparebackextraneousthought.Floweringleavesoflanguagefallaway.Everythingwithdrawsfromthecold.Onlykeepingessentials,Onlywritingpoetry.

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BROTHERSINPEACEKhudoyberdiShallItellyouastoryofaboy,ThoughhewastooyoungOnthedaythetwoswordssoughtAhouseofjustice.Theswordswerethirstyfortheboy’sbloodAngercoveredpeople’shearts,Theboyrepliedwithnofear.“ThatdayIwaswithmycamel—Theythrewstonesathereyes,Fearandweaknesscoveredthem—Buttheheartwouldnotletithappen.”IgottothrowastonemyselfItgottohim,andhewasdead—Suddenly,IdiscoveredAnotherdaywhenswordsfoundme.Iamhereforthatreason.TheJudgeorderedtheboyWithhumblenessandakindheartWillyouforgivethisboyforanaccident?Heartswerenotreadytoforgive,TheJudgesaidtotheboydoyouhaveanylastwords?“YesIwanttogoandgetthemoneyWhichmydadleftforus.GiveittomylittlebrothersandcomebackTwodayspleasegiveme.”Youneedsomeonetoguaranteeyourreturn.NoonewastheretosupporttheboyButamanwithbigheartandfullofhopecame“IwanttobetheguarantorforhimWhenhefindsthewealthtogivethebrothers,Hewillcomebackontheseconddayasthedayends

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SwordspanicandbuttheybroughttheguaranteeJudgecries“Ohboywhydidyoureturn?”“Menshouldkeeptheirword”Judgeaskedtheguarantor.Noonewastheretosupportourbrother.ThebrotherinneedaskedforhelpBrothersdidnotsupport.SwordsturnedtobeautifulflowersIfthereisabrotherlikethisshouldn'tweallbeBrotherssowecanforgiveyou?EveryoneandeverythingturnedtotheheartofacaringmotherLivinglifewithpeaceandbrothersLovingeachother’shavingsomethingTosupportinthemomentofneedLoveeachotherandpeaceitselfwillruntoyouSuccessisyoursifso-JoysandhappinessarecloserthanyouthinkAbodywithoutaheartisnothingandaheartwithoutloveisnothing.Aboyunderstoodhisbrothersandsharedthestorywithhisdescendants.Theendofthisstoryishere,brothersandsistersofmine.

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IAMFROM linlinmynameiswritteninitsofficialformthatnoonereallyknowshowtopronounceanditdoesnotreallydefineme,anywaybecauseicanonlyspeakJapanesenooneknows,thoughandthejapaneseboystartstalkingtomehi,doyouspeakjapanese?itisnotuntilmuchlaterthatthegirlfromjapandoesbutiendupbeingclosertoher,anywayjustbecausewewerethatageboys,girls.itseemsratherunfair,reallywhenyouthinkhewastheniceronebutidon’tunderstandthatuntilmuchlater.(aboutmy2nd-gradeselfthatjusttransferredtoanInternationalschool.)

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CONESMatthewatnightwhenIamasleep

yourgifts,theycometome

rocksandcones

theirslowlyopeningarms,

asmalllovingempireawakensbesideme.

Thetoilofourdays’workandstories

yourhair

unfurlingovermeatnight,

mybodyisontheearth

eachbarkpetal

atear,asmile,asong

floating,falling,blossomofwood

coveringmeintheearlyrainofspring

andslowlydecomposing,

thewarmthofmyheart

underyourgentleweight

inyourarms,flowers,

becomethecurveofyourmouth

“softlybreakmedown”

Iamonewiththeearth

thesunriseswithmyshadow

thecoolestpartofthenight

isthefirstlightofdawn

Iglanceatthecollectiononthetable

theirsilentfaces,

silentstrength

tallshadows

rotatingandshadowing.

Duringtheday

youarethewarmthofthesun

yoursmile,yourlaugh,yoursong

andstill,

itisinthebeautifulfrostofdawn,

thatmycoldbody

ispickedupfromtheearthwithoutyou.

Conesandrocks

Evaporatingupwards

theirjoy,aslowdance

withnimblearmsfading,

tobecollectedupagain.

itisinthisspace

-Ihavecometolearn–

thatImustwait

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ERININHIROSHIMAMatthewItistheseason(anditisnotthetimetostarttryingtomakesenseofanything),somethingsmustbeallowedtopass,shestoodinwhiteatthetopofthestairsitisthemovementthatpullsusinthemovementoflightdoessheflow?Upwardsordownwards?Ican’trecallsobbinglikemyheartinthesummerbanisterrailsandcorridors,itisthemovementoflightthatpullsusinitisnotthedaytolooktotheblindlightmustsurelybelikewaterdoesshe?‘Icanstillseetheirfaces’shesaysandstepbystepshecollects,everystreambroughtintoexistencemeltwater,song,coolofthemorningled,outofthevalleysthebroadexpanseofhomesastarismovingoutwardsthefalloutmovingoutwardstodaysounusual(fromadistance)aflashoflightflowingupwardstheendofthiscity

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無題 MinamiKataoka 穴の空いた靴下は 捨てずにはいてみましょう のどまで出かかった心ない言葉も 親指から逃げてしまうから からっぽのカップには アップルティーを注ぎましょう 甘く熟れた果実の香りが こわばった心をとかしてくれるから 夜空に光る無数の星には 名前を付けましょう 明日にはより明るく輝いているかもしれない星に 明日にはきっと忘れてしまう呼び名を ノートの片隅には 手紙を書きましょう 「いつも隣にいてくれた、あなたへ」 その照れる顔がまぶたに浮かぶ 心が悲しみで枯れてしまった日には 涙を流しましょう 胸の痛みが溢れて、叫び声をあげて それでもうつむかず、空を見上げたら きっとあなたがほほえんでいる

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YOURPOEMMinamiKataokaIf there is a pair of socks with a holeI will wear themWords without a heart will diffuse from the big toes If there is an empty cupI will pour apple tea Sweet and mellow scent of the fruitwill melt your frozen heart If there are countless stars in the night skyI will name themGive the stars which might shine more brightly tomorrow diminutives which you might not remember tomorrow If there is a piece of paperI will write a letter to you“Dear my loved one,”I can picture your shy smileIf there is a day when my heart is desiccated let the tears be shed with a pain, I will cry, cry and crybut don’t look down I will find your twinkling eyes in the sky

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WHYCAN’TYOUHAVEACLONEOFYOURSELF? Moonlight Catharsis

Iwish,Ireallyreallywish.

You Had

Aclone

No, Iamnotsayingthiswithscientificpurposes

morelike personalselfishnesspurposes

Iwishforaclone

Butnotasimpleclone. Aclone

thatisjustlikeyou.

Withthatbigsmile, Thatlightsupmyworld.

Withthekindness Yougivemorethanyoukeep.

Withallyourimperfections

andperfections. Withyourbrain Andattitude.

Theonlydifference

Iwishithas Is,hehaseyesforme

justme.

Whycan’tyouhaveacloneofyourself? Iwillreceiveit

witharmsextended, andreadytoembracehim

Everysingleday.

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PLEASEMoonlight Catharsis

Iamtired

Whydon’tyouputefforttoo? Iamgivingup.

Thiskeepsbreakingmeinhalf.

Isitme? AmItheproblem?

Oristhewholeworldjustforgettingme? Please.

CanIbeunderstood?

CansomeonenoticemyshallownesswhenIsmile? Istheregoingtobeatime,ofnotbeingafraidofspeakingup?

Please.

Doyoujudgeme? DoIbotheryou?

Please

Please. Please. Please.

Lonelinesskeepsluringatme,

Sheishungryofasoul. Asweettasteofsorrows, Soshebattlesyourhopes.

Mysaviornevercomes,

Ikeepscreaming,makingfumesigns; Noneisreplied.

Surrenderismynewstand.

(continued)

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Iplead Inkneesandhands

But Shegivesnomercy,

Lettingmeinblooddie.

Please. Please. Please. Please.

Dark,

Nohope, Ijustwanttofly.

Away. Please.

Multiplepossibilities Butresistanceisthere.

Areyouthere? Please.

S'ilteplaît PorFavor Prego

P.L.E.A.S.E

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BETRAYALMoonlight Catharsis

Wettearsrolldownmycheek,

Thereisnostarormoontoholdmyhand.

Hardpavementholdingmetonotsink

Justsadnessasthebreeze

Isnotcoldisnotwarm,

Justinbetween.

Myheartcallsforthem,

Butbetrayalistoothick.

Eyescannotlie,

Soyouseemyback

Mygazegetslostinthefissuresofmyheart.

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IFABAKEREVERWROTEASONNETSamNguyen

Ifabakereverwroteasonnet

Herinspirationwouldcomefromhunger

Herideasthenewrecipestotest

Andaudiencethepickiestdiners.

Hermediumwouldnotmerelybewords

Butflourandeggs,chocolateandcream

Herpenmightnotbemightierthansword

Butthekitchenheatcouldshelterherdreams.

Contenttheflavorandstructuretheshape

Bothcreatedfromperfectmeasurement

Herproductwouldmakeaudienceagape

Leadingthemthroughvariousemotions.

Apoet,ifabakereverbe

Theheartsshetouchedwouldbeherlegacy.

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SCREENED-WORLDSamNguyenPardonmypreposterousproposalforsomemundanechit-chatting,andfeelfreetocomebacktothatwondrousworldunderyourtinyglassscreen.Ignorethisintrusiveideatoo,ifthat’swhatyouwish.Butbewareofthatindifferencerootinginyourdepthlesslook.

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LANTERNSANDCHERRYBLOSSOMSSamNguyenBiglanternsbysmallcherryblossomsTingling,tinglingWinkingatthenaughtysun,whowasdanglingswiftlyontherobustbranches.Lanternswhisperwaggishly,"Whowouldbeherenext,toengravetheirwinsomelaughterintothisetherealsky?"SmalllanternsonbigcherryblossomtreesFluttering,flutteringFlashingupburningredlightsthatboreintothesequinednight.Lanternswhisperwistfully,"Whowouldbeherenextyeartoleavetheirfadedfootprintsonthepoignantsand?"

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LITTLECHILDRENONTHEMOUNTAINSamNguyenLittlechildrenonthemountainlivinginabubbleNeverchallengetheirconfinementhideawayfromtroubles.Amonsteronedaycomescreepingunderthewobblybedandleavestheimageshauntingoftearsthatleftunshed.Thechildrenwakeinhurtandpainaloudvoidintheirhearts.Depressiondrivestheirmindsinsaneandtearstheirsoulsapart.Onetime,twotimesandthenafewthemonstervisitsthemThepainbecomesfurtheracuteengraveddeepintheirdreams.Butwhenthemonsterwalksitswayandbracethekidsgoodbye,itleavesapresentofdismayanxietyandfright.Littlechildrenonthemountainhidingundertheirbedsrottingintheirsmallconfinementwithmonstersintheirhead.

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DEJANDOLAVOLAR—SaraLamk Elconocertelahizomásfuerte,lediósoporteparadesarrollarsuvalor.Fuetumanoqueabrazócomosalvavidas,cuandoseestabaahogando,enunaoscurasustanciairreal. Persistesensumentecomounrayodesol,eressuconstantedíaenlasnochesinfinitas,queacabancontuamanecer.Leayudasteacalmarse,sentarse,respiraryreconstruirelenigmáticorompecabezasdesucorazón. Losríosquecorrendesdetusojos,muestravivientedetodaslaspartesdetiquetuvistequeentregar,parallenarlosagujerosquelaibandestruyendo.Aunquenoloquierasadmitirteencariñasmásdeloqueesperabas,unarevelaciónquesolotuvistecuandosuinevitablepartidallegó.Hizotusuelotemblar,peroporsusdeseostesujetasteynotedejastellevar. Laverdaddesuslabiosseescapóycomoflechasseenterraronenloprofundodetualma.Laayudastetantoadesenterrarseyrenacercomounabellamariposa,lastimosamenteeressolounasombradelaorugaquesolíaser. Coninsegurospasosellasevaalejandomásymás,sientequeensurojolatentecorazónpequeñasgrietassevanabriendo,ysuvisiónsellenaconlágrimasniebla.Peroapesardelardientedolor,ellaestaseguraqueparaelfuturofuerzainternasaldrá,graciasatupresenciaeraseunavez.

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FORHIMToniValenciaForthesuddensickness, Insearchofthewiselymind Fortherapidfallofonesofrail Fortheshockandthefear, Theveilofskepticism,blanketing Theveinsofrealisation Forthewallofdefenceupinmymind Fortheeternalsleepofthreelongdays Forthelineslowlygoingflat Forthemiseryandthepain Thenumberoftearsthatfillariver, Flowsthroughflashbacksofmemories Fortheoneinblack,floatscreepily Andreapsthelightfrominside Disappearswithblacksmokeandwhitelight Fortheendofhisrace Thelongrun,hehasreachedthefinishline Smilesinpicturesinourminds Forthememoryofhisexistence Thetimesofcheerandjoy Forhim,thewisestofthewise TheoneIholdsodear.

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THIRDDEGREEBURNSUnknownYourtouchburned.Notinthegoodway.Notinthe'butterfliesinmystomach'wayNotinthe'Icouldlosemyselfinyou'wayInthewaythatleftscarsScarsthathaven'thealedAndIdon'tknowiftheyeverwillScarsthatstillhurtWon'tstophurtingScarsIthinkIdeservedsometimesButscarsyoucan'tseeButonesyouhavetoseetobelieve,Youprobablywouldn'tbelievemeevenifyoucouldseethem

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BEEFCAKERAP WesleyHsiaoCheckitout,hisnameisYasuNosashimi,sushi,andNoNasu.Inschool,atHome,alwayspassingGasu.Hisbodyislean’ntighttokunihisAssu,SkilledintheartofmathHisbrainisgotalottamass,IfHeworksinNasu-ah(NASA),theysayDoumo,Arigatou,Gozaimasu.HeisanInterestingMan…WecallhimAta,Thismanismoremellow…thanEggFrittata.WaysexierandhotterthanmountAsama,AndinEconomicsClass,healwayshasalotta(lotof)Questions‘nInquiriesthatVineethcan’tgetenuffa.(Enoughof)Butheisamanofexceptionalcharacta.(character)Hewillneverjudgeapersonbyhisorhersugata,AndI’mproudtosayISAKwillbehisalmamata.(AlmaMater)ChottoMatte!Don’tforgettheWataru.FavoritePizza?ChiknTaruTaru.ゆうなのことがいつも気になるThat’swhyinhousetwo,theydothe丸々.(MaruMaru)SomepeopleseemeandsayIlooklikeさるYou’llsee,Iamabeast,すぐ分かる.TherealnameisWesley,ButthatrhymeswithLeslie,SohecallshimselfWesCuzthatrhymeswithhotmess.Attheageof3,helearnedhowtoplaychess.Whenhewas7,hemovedtotheU.S.

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LittleWesexperiencedmanythingsthatheshouldconfessCuzhewasbulliedfornotknowingthat“t”cameafter“s”(IntheABC)Everytest,hecouldonlyeducatedlyguess.YearsPassed,IcametoISAKandmetEvan‘nJess,AndmeteverysingleoneofyouthatInowcherishandbless.MostimportantthingISAKtaughtmewastoneverdigressFromyougoalsandyourdreamsandthethingsthatliveinyourchest.Propstoyouforlistening,Thisisthefinale.Thankyousomuchforcoming,TothisISAKrally.Haveanice,sweet,safe夏休み.Thisisthelastverse,goodnight,おやすみ.