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Ryan Tsen Poem
“Older Sibling”
Your eyes, they shine like diamonds in the sky.
They glow and gleam and make my day complete.
But yet, in those same eyes I see goodbye,
As you look out into the world upbeat.
Your hands, they stroke the strings of your guitar.
They pluck and pull and shape the notes for you.
But yet, those hands are leaving for afar,
Now that I am on my own, I make do.
Your voice, sends words out slowly and slickly.
It gives courage, advice, and assistance.
But yet, that voice is fading quite quickly.
I can only try to call long distance
Life isn’t the same without you around
But you’re greater now that you are unbound
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Ryan Tsen Poem
Poem 7: How to Write Good (Free Verse)
I begin
I press my pen to the paper
Ink flows out into a black smear on the page
A river of darkness trials out from the tip of the pen
Leading my mind into a spiral of words
of rhymes, of syllables, of meter
The only discernable thought being
Write
Write
Write
Seconds pass.
Minutes pass.
Hours pass.
Eventually when my hand is trembling
And my mind is truly empty
I stop.
Slowly,
As I retract my hand from the paper,
And reflect on what has been frantically scribbled on the page
I realize
It’s not how to write good
It’s how to write well
I pray my teacher doesn’t notice
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Ryan Tsen Poem
“What Makes You Flinch”
What makes me flinch?
When someone trips on flat earth,
And frantically looks around
Hoping that no one, no one at all saw
What had just happened
But everyone did.
That makes me flinch.
When I look at my schedule,
And realize that everything
Has been booked for the same day
And that I have to change my plans
And let people down.
That makes me flinch.
When I sit in the corner of the theatre,
Hiding under the hood of my jacket,
Frantically squeezing the armrests
When I know a scare is coming up.
And then I jump.
That makes me flinch.
What makes you flinch?
Copyright © Ryan Tsen | Year Posted 2019
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