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Ngoc Tram Hong Poem
You’ll sit and whisper -
your name, your address...
the only things you’re
sure of, as the
sound of the trees
banging on the glass
drowns out your every
thought. Lost, in the
vast sea of dreams
you once had.
Your heartbeat echoes in
your skull, ripping you
apart ear from ear.
You’re trapped – unable to
move – yet you’re falling
just the same. That
broken face you once
knew is now unrecognisable
in the mirror.
The darkness sinks in,
scraping its way down
the back of your
throat, then pushing it’s
way back up.
You never knew freedom
until it was taken
away from you. Now
your wrists are becoming
red raw from the
handcuffs bound to the
wall, and every single
breath you take sucks
the life out of
you.
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Ngoc Tram Hong Poem
The crackling of the lights
keeps her up at night
as she wonders where it all went wrong.
How she ended up in this empty bed -
watching, as the boy with the broken leg
gets wheeled to freedom,
escaping this coffin
of missed opportunities -
all alone.
Listening to the dripping of the IV
filling her up and cleansing her soul.
“How selfish,” they’d say,
walking in white down the hall,
“Could you leave your family like that?”
They did not know
she could only rely
on none other but herself -
whether near or far or beyond.
And knowing this,
she couldn’t look them in the eye
as they walked past.
It was as if all her efforts
to escape from the darkness
just brought her closer to it -
torn between walking into the light
or running away from the night.
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Ngoc Tram Hong Poem
You came in my dreams today;
Exactly 9 months 10 days in fact,
and i’m not sure if i feel overjoyed
or if there's a hole in my heart.
For how is it possible
to feel how perfectly you fit in my arms
without ever touching your skin.
How is it possible
to watch your brown curls bounce in the light
as you run straight towards me
when they never got the chance to grow.
-And despite all that,
nothing grabs my heart,
rips it in two and steals my breath away
as much as seeing your little hands
around that pen at home
and not remembering the name you wrote.
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Ngoc Tram Hong Poem
Am I a hero or the devil’s son?
Can’t figure out what side i’m on.
I wear jeans and black lipstick to please
and a pink flowy dress in the sun.
Am I a hero or the devil’s son?
Tell me which one I’ll become.
For as the sun dips under the horizon
they both will merge into one.
Am I a hero or the devil’s son?
To those who don’t know me, I’ll stun.
I find myself asking all day and all night
Am I a hero or the devil’s son.
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Ngoc Tram Hong Poem
Being awake at 3 a.m. is notorious for letting the demons in
It is when our souls let the darkness seep through the cracks
and for the claws to wrap around our hearts
But honey, being awake at 3 a.m. is nothing
compared to being asleep at 3 p.m.
as the world is up around you.
When you’re trapped under a blanket of vines
unable to feel the tips of your fingers
as they sink into the sheets
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Ngoc Tram Hong Poem
I never liked my eyes
He said they weren’t enough
But you tuck my hair behind my ears
to see the stars in my sky.
I always hated how the cold felt
because it reminded me of him,
but being cold means seeing you.
In your arms I’d like to melt.
I never liked the way my hips hung
He said they looked too weird
but I love the way you made me feel
when you traced them with your tongue
He hated my body, he hated my heart
and made me dislike them too.
But you came along and made me strong
to love me like you do
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