A chilly breeze plucked a white petal off the tulip sitting at the open window.
He loves me.
A second plucked petal floated with the breeze before coming to a rest on the damp soil.
He loves me not.Read More »
A chilly breeze plucked a white petal off the tulip sitting at the open window.
He loves me.
A second plucked petal floated with the breeze before coming to a rest on the damp soil.
He loves me not.Read More »
They tried to dim her light
With taunts,
With words,
With trying to make
Her feel ignored.
But she had a light
Born of stardust
And moonbeams,
As bright as the sun,
As undying as a dream.Read More »
The leaves are on fire,
The wind tastes like ashes,
The oceans are drying
Into trenches and gashes,
Slashed across the surface
Of a dull, blunt stone
That used to be beautiful
But now, it dies alone.Read More »
5…
Colors flashed—
The freedom of a white canvas, the void of a black night sky, the flickering rays of a yellow sun, the blurry line of a blue horizon, the angry strokes of a red paintbrush
4…
Lifelines tangled in a spider’s webRead More »
The weight of your world
On my shoulders
Placed there with good intentions
And tough love,
The weight of your hopes
And dreams
Bending my back
Eternally,Read More »
When I was a child, being Asian-American meant breaking wooden chopsticks over a noodle lunchbox, sunny yellow dresses to bring out the sunny yellow of my skin, and laughing with my colorful classmates because we didn’t know yet we were different.
When I grew older, being Asian-American meant seeing for the first time my father’s oil-stained hands from days of toil, and my mother’s quiet strength as she built a home in the middle of a strange language.Read More »
I promise I’ll lend you my ear,
If you will lend me your honesty.
I promise I’ll listen without judgment,
If you will speak without lies.
This is a place of emotions,
A place where it’s okay to feel,
I promise they won’t hurt you,
I promise neither will I.Read More »
A new year means another step closer to embracing my flaws, my dreams, and my inner fangirl obsessions: in short, being brave enough to embrace everything that makes me, me.
To all my blogging friends, my readers, and the whole wide world, are you listening? Can you see me? I’m re-introducing myself.
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