
Oh lovely silence,
The sound I play to conjure
My haunting memories
Context (if you’re interested):
This poem is about how when things get quiet that my memories come back.
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Oh lovely silence,
The sound I play to conjure
My haunting memories
Context (if you’re interested):
This poem is about how when things get quiet that my memories come back.

I woke up, matchbox
In hand, seeing the city
Burn, no memory
Of what happened, but knowing
I enjoy watching it burn
Context (if you’re interested):
Based on a poem called “Charred Hems” in a book of poems at my homestay in Manila that I misplaced the name of. Ironically, I’m sending this on my way back to a big city.

I dive deep into
The waters from whence I came and
To which I will be
Context (if you’re interested):
It is based on a poem about Himmapan that I saw at the Bangkok Art and Culture Centre. I was thinking about plunging into the depths of one’s personhood.

At the center of
The magnificent sun that
Radiates its light
For the rest of the world, there
Is the darkest place to be
Context (if you’re interested):
It’s about the experience of being the center are warmth and light to others. You give to others, but from your perspective, the world seems less warm to you. It can feel incredibly dark when you are the one transmitting light to others around you.

I endure
Swallowing my daydreams
Realizing there is no hope
In ever being understood
Context (if you’re interested):
This is an alternative version of my poem from yesterday with different themes.

I endure
Swallowing my daydreams
Dark pits in my throat that fuel
My long walk
Context (if you’re interested):
This is based on a poem my friend wrote.

No change in scenery
Can quell the storm
Raging in your head
Context (if you’re interested):
You are who you are, no matter where you go.

I have two versions of my poem for today
You aren’t the one who
Decides you are too small for
This enormous love
An alternative version of today’s poem:
What made you want to
Decide you were too small for
This enormous love?

No new city,
No new climate
Can calm the storm
Inside your headDoes it matter if
The others are kind
To you as a stranger
If you can’t be kind
To yourself?
Context (if you’re interested):
This poem is based on “the tourist” in “You Are Here” by Dawn Lanuza.

I live with all my
Contradictions, wanting more,
But enjoying bread
Context (if you’re interested):
It is based on a poem by David Ignatow and my ever-present grounded idealism.