I was going through my old notes when I found a bunch of poems that I wrote last
year. I occasionally write poems just to offload whatever was on my mind, so
these poems are normally sad, and unpolished.
Many of my poems used to feel like a series of inside jokes with myself so I
always delete them after writing. But now, I think I want to start saving these
poems somewhere as some poetic snapshots of my life.
I was very much inspired by the haiku in 2024 as you can see
Dust
Before my eyes, dust gathered on my glasses. What else am I not seeing?
It’s done
What done is done. What should have been done, is always a dream.
Where dreams come to die
In the pit of exhaustion, where dreams come to die, I see myself curled
up, too tired to cry.
Drunk
When I’m drunk, life is simple. Sadness is simple, so is happiness. And at
the bottom of my glass I’ll find you, where my happiness and sadness become one.
I’ll take another sip, when you’re not here. Let it burn down my throat, my
swirling laughters, and silent tears.
Breadcrumbs
All I remember, was the sunny kitchen, the breeze snuck in through the
curtains. And your lingering laughter like half-forgotten dreams, like the
breadcrumbs you left on the counter.