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Instant Potato Mix

I’ve never learned the art of a reliable recipe,
only the art of guessing who might eat it.

I will learn what you love,
the way you take your coffee,
that you’d rather have mustard on your sandwich,
that you prefer your toothpaste tastes like fruit instead of mint.

You see, I try too hard.
My food can’t be one flavor—
that would

Being in the mix of being Mixed

Being in the mix of being Mixed

It's confusing, yet warm and cozy—like being lost is almost easier than being brown. 

The choosing of which path to take—sometimes, I find it simpler to remain lost, avoiding the question of who might find me.

Sitting on the fence, being mixed is the truth I carry. The quiet indulgence

I Couldn’t Find Myself In The Mix

I couldn’t find myself in the mix, 
My reflection got lost in the middle, 
Have I still the face of a kid? 
Life doesn’t play by the rules, 
Don’t resist, 
Driving my mind with a complexion,
Who am I kidding, 
A complexion I ain’t even trying to fix. 
I tried to rewind on my approach, 
But

The mother

Sleep tight, my child dear.
Mother is here, nothing to fear.
If the child snatcher, comes at our steps.
I will stab him with my own hands.
                               

The poisonous

Within the scorpion's belly,
mother's blood is the meal.
I wonder,Is that's why scorpion is poisonous? 
But be the lamb of sheep or the child of scorpion,Both are young sprouts.
I wonder, so does the scorpion taste "sweetness that linger on tongue,
A piercing pain in the throat, the soul torn apart". 
      

The general

With the thousands troop, I the general stride.
Below the land of ancestors pride.
Where dragon soars and tiger leaps with might.
For this, my sword tainted with river of blood.
Bears felony's weight , a mountain heavy tide.
My heart a rock, no regret, no shame reside.
            

The coupe

Biting back at dragon's scale,
I run through the weapons crossing like chaotic clouds flying past.
The mighty sword rise in air, 
Only to drown in sin so deep.
My hands stained with blood so red,
Root betrayed.
Blood of kin,
A price I have paid.
Heaven's cry, in torrent rage.
           

The remaining soldier

(From1)
Snowflakes whisper peace, in Frozen air,
Echoes of battle, comrade beyond repair.

(Form2)
Alone I stand, in snowy vastness wide,
Blood- soaked memories, my comrade demise.

(Form3)
Before me, snow's pure silence deep,
Behind crimson shadows, comrades sleep.
                        

The chang'an's street

" I stand on the chang'an's street with tattered clothes and tattered hands".
I follow deep the fireflies, running barefoot among the sea of faces,
"I get out in the pitch of darkness".
Oh! My beloved now I can "only drink the northwest winds".

              

The silk merchant

Silk merchant 's gaze, a practical sweep,
Fine thread he seeks, where shadows sleep.
A finger points, with eager grace,
"This crimson hue, a rare embrace!"

Young maiden stands,with eyes so deep,
My mother's hand, it secret keep.
The silkworm spun a crimson stain,
Where pain and love, did interwine.

"Her wounded hands, the thread did hold"
A sacrifice, a story to told.
The silk,

Lady Tua

Lady Tua, frequently look in the pond,
 but who may tell her ladyship?
 That turbulent water shows no reflection.

                                    

Magical Mix

    A merger of holidays was proposed
      Young hearts for it
         The elderly opposed

    Fiercely debated
       Bitter grew the divide
    Neither young nor old
   

A Mix of Truth with a Few Lies

Truth isn't always a good look,
It can be as painful as reading
a very sad book.

Its easy and appealing
To be deceiving,
It obviously wont crush those
Inner feelings.

If the truth is too bitter,
Why wouldn't you mix something
a little sweeter?

Then it is then easier to satiate
that way the falsity doesn't 
hold as much weight.

Blood vs Water

A heavenly mix,
that gives a perfect fix.
They say blood is thicker than water,
a reverberating old proverb.

But, I object!!!
Course in the world I am living,
water is magic.
In the world I am living,
water is no different.

It can be lighter, but it is an anchor,
And blood can be thicker, but predominantly bitter.
Hence, the concept is invalid
to me, if

My Morning Mix Up

Upon opening the fridge this morning I found, to my great displeasure, that there was nary an egg to be found.  Posthaste I marched down to the corner market, grabbed a carton of fresh, free range eggs, darted smartly to be first at the checkout counter, and rifled through my wallet to see if

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