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Joseph Yang Poem
An yawning
chasm
where I once held
my heart; it's
empty
again.
Copyright © Joseph Yang | Year Posted 2015
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Joseph Yang Poem
Smile for me,
lonely girl,
smile and put your fears aside.
Sit with me
on this lonely old bench;
watch as the birds frolic
and play.
And cry on me,
my dear love,
let your pain pour out anew-
this game of love has rolled to an end,
and the only loser is you.
Copyright © Joseph Yang | Year Posted 2014
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Joseph Yang Poem
Here's a street paved
with songs
and a million ballads to hail-
when the sun dies down and the moon rises once more
when the stars shine brighter
than they ever had before
I would
tell my children that but for
a passing word would I
have passed away.
Here's a street paved with gold,
all dreams lead to Rome-
like
clockwork, come the
rush of trains and the
rattling
of the tracks;
dust falls with frightening intensity.
Here's a street paved
with what might as well be gold;
love is a precious jewel to treasure
and with which
to
prosper- I once knew a little man
with little dreams but a big heart
who charmed his way to happiness, for
although that happiness was
a small fishing boat sailing through the seas
he was happier than many
of those men who live only for success.
Here's a drink to the satisfied men
boys be boys whilst the girls grow up
and while men are told to chase their dreams
women are told to bottle them
up
as if on this silver shining road
my sister's happiness was less than a passing thought to discard.
Copyright © Joseph Yang | Year Posted 2016
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In pain!
Love
oh so vague,
undefined,
difficult
to understand;
do I love her?
or is she just a friend-
this life is so
confusing,
a confusing mess,
from the first cry of our hearts and the beat of our lungs
to the dying breath of the lonely,
we
are
confused.
Copyright © Joseph Yang | Year Posted 2014
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Joseph Yang Poem
Laughter
it follows life
like a chain,
enslaving people to
their pleasures.
And they complain about pain;
pain keeps them human, humble-
humanity has always been
much
too
proud.
Copyright © Joseph Yang | Year Posted 2014
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Joseph Yang Poem
Always beautiful, to me,
the sunrise holds no more power
than your smile does over me.
Fragile, like glass,
I'm still useless
helpless
and watching from afar-
an unhelpful little malady
plaguing a broken, fragile heart.
You're always beautiful to me
and it pains me
to see you cry;
I'll be standing here,
at the side,
waiting for my love-
a lonely child with a lonely heart,
dreaming of a life
without heartbreak.
Copyright © Joseph Yang | Year Posted 2014
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Joseph Yang Poem
Good night, my friend,
when the lights flicker
I dream of you
and cannot help but smile.
I remember loving you
looking forward to your eyes
your scent a gentle breeze
a light shower caressed by roses
Do you remember those days
The sunlit afternoons,
and the wind-kissed flowers
that greeted our faces at night
Good night, my friend,
my dream crafted so long ago
You were the candle in my life
that lit my path in the darkness
Copyright © Joseph Yang | Year Posted 2015
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Joseph Yang Poem
When I was young,
I dreamed of the Jabberwock
And looking-glass;
Now I see the world through
A singing soul--
My soul's eye, no longer aslumber,
Travels as if in search of a kinder number,
Better days, free of thunder--
These are stories that my looking-glass eyes perceives.
My soul sees
A card-jack and a queen
Of hearts and spades respectively,
O! this world so merrily
Condemns lovers to different trees
On which to hang;
Though Yggdrasil stands free as can be
The fates have woven a different tapestry
That our broken hearts cannot help but follow.
There are the glasses of a simple fellow,
Filled with drinks as well as dreams
I am left
Intoxicated
With dreams of love and tragedy
Of another soul lost at sea-
Intertwined hearts oh so fruitlessly
Searching for those forevermore entombed.
Helheim awaits those who sing
Aye, siren-song is but a dead man's dream
So here I wait,
And Odin stands condemning me
In front of a set of scales;
Sins sprawl endlessly
And only a handful of blessings await--
This is the home of siren-song
The land of the dead and the cold.
These are a few of the stories my soul's eye perceives--
The thoughts and nightmares of bygone days
Float like butterflies on golden rays;
Through the dreary nights of reality
My soul's eye stays true to me
And keeps whole my sanity
By feeding my heart with boundless dreams.
Copyright © Joseph Yang | Year Posted 2016
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Joseph Yang Poem
Hello, I am
Another piece on the board
to be swept away;
Hello.
Hello, I am
a single dreaming lonely child
waiting to be ignored:
Again, hello.
Hello, I am
the man who has loved you
for the entirety of his life;
For the last time, hello.
Lady Justice,
I have sought you all my life
to ask you to grant but one request --
To say "hello" to this ugly, cruel world
you left behind so long ago.
Copyright © Joseph Yang | Year Posted 2016
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Instrument of Intent,
of Deceit,
of the many
"gods"
that give us
dreams-
Who are you,
traveler,
to
spread false
hope??
Copyright © Joseph Yang | Year Posted 2015
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