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Anna Li Poem
We met at point forty five
At the stop, the beast on four wheel drives
I intentionally ask for the travel fee
Unconcerned about your impression on me
The moment you spoke of the bus cost
My numbers and calculations were lost
I wanted you to be the ying to my yang
Be the caller, as my telephone rang
My wise professor taught me mathematics
With formulas got my mind performing acrobatics
When letters and numbers were combined
I hoped that we were eternally entwined
Can I ever find e if u are square root to 128?
128veu, I don't wish for you to carelessly illustrate
Although the axis x was shorter than y
However your line will still converge mine
"Yang", you called facing the scintillating sun
Far past distant plains where we scorch and run
You are my "Xiaoping", capturing my troubled heart-
A splintered cork you used to sealed as treasury art
To the antique shop of organs you visited
Lies my draining veins stood so privileged
Satisfied with the length of my heart rate
I mailed gratitude to my aesthetic fate
Can you calculate if my rate was abnormal?
Alas! With you, I am immortal
My ancient professor taught me algebra
Equations that held us like bunches of abaca
That engulfs the arid earth with triumph
My axis extends higher than a tree's xylem
The horizontal axis of x for Xiaoping
And the vertical axis of y for Yang
If those axis intersects at point forty-five
It will equal to a pronumeral U and I
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Anna Li Poem
tranquility and I - trampled earth and greens gone astray
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Hast thou snow woman awakened?
Icy milky lips tightly compressed in the cold
For the frozen frost kept me forsaken
Frostbite confirmed there was nothing to hold
Layers and layers of warm blankets
Piles and piles of cosy mattresses
Eternal winter brought forth in a casket
She has to be Autumn’s mistress
She undressed into the unreachable thin air
She danced along the howling wind
Her gown would be ivory and her feet bare
She was a frigid ghost who became queen
Gliding on the pale silks to and fro
Raging queen of the snow
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Aesthetic melodies that carries the waves to dance
The sweet voice of an opera singer flew by in the wind,
As the sparkling sapphire sea cooperates the tunes to enhance
Being forcefully driven to her seduction you are sinned
The fishermen by the ocean lusted for her, yet fear’d
Her melodies will fade into the salty ocean air with tunes untuned
She would vanish into the deep cerulean world and disappear
Under in the depths of the waters of lukewarm, she crooned
Her slippery fish tail brushed against the ligneous boats,
Tangled hair with the smell of seaweed lured them like fish
With an empty wooden frame that remains afloat
What the vengeful creature sought to seek had already fulfilled its wish
On the monstrous rock that sat in the mist of froth, she hummed
She awaited her luscious prey to enter her irresistible world has yet to come
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Wine stained o'er the coal-black lace
A monotone of laughter left no trace
Next page had a spectrum of shades of grey
The ribbon on the palette was moulded with clay
Microscopic pellets on the bed side table
A blithe entity is a morose historic fable
Mystic pink sugar plums held no sugar
Colourless rotten endearment as the trigger
If tis' love, then the committed became a wreck
Crestfallen, stubborn ambers hung around her neck
A jade bangle locked her overflowing energetic soul
Teardrops o' sapphires hauled her ears to doubt till ol'
Amethyst on her ring finger, mistress to a caged château
A spinning wheel sat and away with thread she stow'd
A weaver of a solid heart in garish garments became a mess
Absurd with hue for she aid to see her silhouetted dress
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He formed a grand stone
attracting comets and stars
to be a crystal
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He made a fair star
with splashes of vivid tones
gave its goodnight kiss
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Scatters of petals with a metallic scent
Warped into the fresh dried vermilion of raze
Distressing thorns pierced a menacing dent
The disturbance of a worm was brought to erase
The very so loathsome fate that she despise
Lured in pounding agony and heart attacks
Reality or nightmares, her pumping veins lie
Dreaming or craving, her throbbing heart cracks
Dripping blood and leaking tears
Her bias bloom has yet to be sought
Never has she found a rose so bitterly endear
Not a return of attentiveness was ever brought
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We are still the youthful creatures
With hearts that are disturbed by the bleakness
Only acknowledging testimony and what is given
Without noticing the hearts that clarifies disruption
From a meaningless imagination to fictional philosophy
From the vibrant orange smiling throughout the daytime
To the circular block of cheese that illuminates the night sky
The hearts of the guiltless pawns have not yet been filled
Dreaming under a meteor or a meteor shower of destruction
The pitiful pawns showed invisible dread and zero fear
Existing in a playground of building blocks or a wild circus
Fulfilling every moment with worthless activities
Riding the river in the direction the wind glides
Leisurely watching the sand in the hourglass fall
Humming lullabies when the weary doze by pills
Their hearts lack veins and blood that are clueless
Some handled and tamed but always savage inside
With a bare purpose to frolic and to drown in mirth
Nor affection, nor death would they be shaken by
Hence a colourful mind and half a heart dwells
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Deep crimson splatters of passion,
Joyful misery spread across my mind
Bloody sacrifice without compassion
Silent soft wails from behind
The winsome marks of a rose
Shone with agony and demise;
But it was that wishful desire we chose
We fall, we desert, we rise!
We rise like the burning sun,
Clenching our bloodstained fists
Rewinding back onto the incessant run,
Departing from wounds on my feet and wrists
Those blazing burns that fate brought upon,
Are the memories of forgotten forlorn
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