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Best Poems Written by Tuyet Anh Tran

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Undeniable

Met you on Thursday,
'Cause it was the heart day.

You don’t not like so —
Sushi — my type.
For every date, is there anything you’d bite
Sushi body — You must like it, right?
Night-long calls,
Somebody’s sleeping tight.

Stories flying high, I rambled on —
The sky my stage,
From page to page.
You must have listened,
Eyes that glow...?
Turns out you dozed off long ago.

An EDM show,
A rap girl could try,
The boyfriend — surely I called you mine.
Sat on the shoulders, I do like —
Lovely and muscular!
Same kind of kandi,
But with different colors.

So… can we even get closer
Got you as my PT,
Promised I’ll never get thinner.
How can I just come to realize I’m not her
Owned my PT,
My PT likes onnanoko —
Nyotaimori…

Indika shows with DJs we know,
For somehow, we both like Nicky Romero.
Should I go ask him,
Where’s my Romeo
He plays music,
I got played in your show.

It’s all over,
Indika permanently closed.
Latest post of garage items to be sold.
Separated,
As if we’d never got involved —
Isn’t that easy
Why can’t I even let it go

So after all,
Things are now undeniable.
Your hobbies run
As rhythm in my veins —
Up and down,
Echoing my spine.

Countless nights
Wondering why, under ceiling stars,
Your snoring mocked my lonely scars.
I’d rather trade that lo-fi lullaby —
Than this silence
That makes me cry.

You had your ways,
I’d still comply.
Changed my colors,
I’ve always tried!

Finally through the rain,
My tears shed.
She is now
That your rainbow.
I have no idea where to go,
Have a sip at Yoyo?
Our all-time drink:
Mixed Coca-Cola and Strongbow?

No more rides
Around the turtle (lake)!

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A Candle Inside The Child

People count the years
by candles and quiet tears.
The twenties, they say,
are when we wait
for the first cry
from a miracle
just learning to breathe.

But some of us, like me,
never quite grow up.
Peter Pan weeps
each time the rain brushes my shoulders.
I come alive again
only in fleeting moments,
like the string that’s slipped
from a flying kite.

Just days ago,
that child stirred again —
flickering like a candle,
reaching toward her teacher,
a man with nothing
but quiet grace,
yet rich in the kind of ways
that make you believe in yourself.

She longed to share
a small bright win,
a spark like a candle’s tip —
just enough to set a heart aglow
beneath the gaze
that once gave her
presence
when the world turned away.

For the first time,
I wanted to tell
someone —
so fully —
like a child
unafraid to confess,
trusting there’d be
an empty seat,
and eyes that wait.

I once thought,
on the day I might break,
as wax melts
over a birthday cake —
would God have mercy
and let me return
as my teacher’s daughter?

But now I know —
even the most beautiful dream
can turn to dust
if we forget to hold the present
while it’s still here.
Even something lovelier
can still feel
like a passing crush —
picked up with wonder,
and dropped
when wonder fades.

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A Reply To Intact

Life span expires around 100
That final flash behind the brain dies fast —
If I could choose, I’d leave this fleeting land
Beside the man I love, my lifelong friend.

Yet fate is cruel; now I must live on,
As if the one I love has gone away,
Learning how to bear the restless storm,
From someone long lost in my heart’s sway.

I gambled all on love,
Poured my soul, loved so fiercely
Only to get back zero, not just a number,
But negative infinity, a reversed flow.

Like a mistletoe, I cling with no sure hold,
To something that might not even be real.
Who knows if life comes after death?
If it does — will we meet and feel?

Does God see my pain and thus allow
The moment when you return somehow?
Once more my universe feels whole —
Seeing another like you, I console,
With crimson rivers running deep,
Half of me — AB to keep and flow.

So I live on, holding this belief,
A silent vow I bury deep.
Though faith I lack — no church, no creed —
This soothes the demon’s wailing need.

Trusting that we shall meet once more,
I’ve lived as broken angels soar —
With nothing left upon the board,
Still blessed we met, and hope to see
You set us free
Once again intact.

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When You Say It’s Just Love

“Why are you so obsessed?
It’s just love — why suffer that much?”

A patient
who just had a stroke.
What do you expect them to say
but not being able to move?

I tried to feel sorry
to understand
the first time
you told me about her —
your loyal, broken
love story.

You waited for her
at the same old bus stop,
for hours,
cried under the rain.

While I cried over love
Just a few times
You called it cheap,
called it needy
That I can’t give up
sticking to it.

Guess you’ve never been dumb
for love.
Guess you never devoted
your whole heart to it.

Once in a decade
You may never fall for it
I’m not outstanding
Not your someone out there
I’m just part of the crowd
Sharing the pain
You have never felt

You gave me hope
To satisfy yourself
not your heart or soul
but your lower parts

So what do you know?
…

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Intact

Jewels rolled down your shirt—
for a moment, your shoulder turned to rain.
We lifted our eyes to that infinite blue
and just as swiftly, twilight fell again:
another star kindled beyond the sky’s edge.

I’d fold a thousand cranes for you,
or chase a million scattered stars.
What fate is this, where light refuses to dim?
Where debts of love lie quietly unpaid?
I see it now—our severed threads unspun,
yet feel thee near; we were never that far.

My tears have blurred the Milky Way.
Still—one day,
we’ll trace each other’s shadow back.
Though this life falls grain by grain,
the wheel turns gently, again and again.
From that first point where our hearts once spun—
may love, unspoken, return
before it’s named.

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Dream Me Back

I lay like that —
arm above my head,
one leg curled in,
drowned in the smell
of our bedsheet.
somehow,
I drifted off,
and there you were again.

I still do this thing
where dreams
change scenes
like home videos.
everything happens —
we came back
to where we wrote the letter
with the pen.

sorry.
I was mean again.
I said too much —
so you stayed gone
for so long.

but kiss me anyway,
right after
I say something stupid.
’cause life only lets us
get away with it
once — don’t hope for twice.

I used to yell
whenever you touched
the parts of me
I tried to hide.
I never said
I liked it.
but I did.
I did crave it,
thinking of when
we’d meet
in a dream.

and this time,
you really didn’t kiss me.
just looked —
that look
that unraveled me.

then it cut —
to black,
to white films,
to black again,
to the beginning.

I was bad
at making the ending scene.

then I woke up,
still waiting
for something
to come back,

as the TV
was stuck
by lightning.

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Not With Hands

He taught me how to wield
the weapon made of words—
a blade that kills,
now saving lives,
like it once saved mine.

My own work
pulled me back from the edge.
And in it,
he lives—
my teacher,
the man behind the lines.

Words—
once carved deep in the mind—
outlive the flesh,
outlast the hands
that once shaped them.

His words stopped me
from falling
to the hundred voices
that came to kill.
They caught my train
just in time
as I stood on tracks
with no will to run.

He never held me,
never came near.
But light can shine
without a hand,
and grace can guide
a demon back
from its final breath.

He never said : “Stay.”
He never said : “Don’t die.”
He simply lived
in such a way
that I believed—
perhaps, this world
can be heaven
for someone.

And that was enough
to make me see
the hell I’d made
and the rat I’d been,
crawling through tunnels
thinking no one
ever looked down
with love.