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Dorlan Tiu Poem
Numbness as I walk in halls
A heavy load in my hand I bear
Tome of the ancient past
Portrays a fog in my mind
Emptiness, void and vanity
As I look at zombies like me
Consumed by an epidemic...
Which left us cold-blooded
At the darkness of dusk
When the sun shines no more
I lie below the tombstone of my grave
Devoured by a sleepy hollow in my coffin
Vitality where are you?
Where are your streams of life?
I' am lost, Where am I?
Oh wait, that's right
I'm in college
Copyright © Dorlan Tiu | Year Posted 2013
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Dorlan Tiu Poem
You wake up inside a psychiatric ward
But you know your not crazy
People shout at you
you wished they were a part of your schizo
A memento of the past
Was just a fragment of joy
Delusions of happiness...
Plays a skulduggery to the mind
In the darkest hour when insomnia strikes
When migraine burns your inner most thoughts
You think of the world and all it's vanity
And you ask yourself "Where is sanity?"
Copyright © Dorlan Tiu | Year Posted 2013
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Dorlan Tiu Poem
Will you sway with me if I stay
Will you sing for me if I start listening
Will you smile to me if I jest for awhile
Will you love me if I show you why
It's not simple as 1,2,3
But I just want you to see clearly
That we are not meant to be
But our hearts chose you and me
To the idea of destiny I lack faith
That a force exist that conceals our fate
The path I chose to trod lead me their
And I walked a promenade that we had share
I can't believe we'd come this far
That we were remnants of crossing stars
I was not looking for you and your were not looking for me
It's just that we were victims of this blissful serendipity
Copyright © Dorlan Tiu | Year Posted 2014
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A frivolous past was trod
The silent requiem plays inside
But to consider it as noise
Will be injustice to self
A crime of denying renewal
Denying hope, denying strength
But denying history is ignorance
Yet regretting it is futile
The past is mounted with an iron-clad
The future is a sight of the teary eyed
Yet the present is the fragile silence of the library
One word, one action, even one breath
Influences the people around
That is why
wisdom should be imputed
change should be accepted
life should be continued
We may sojourn in a quiet shade
But when our fortitude returns
We must continue on
Our footsteps are now engraved
In the surface of the earth they rest
We must make new ones without fear
This is my last words "Happy New Year"
Copyright © Dorlan Tiu | Year Posted 2014
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