of my own
The following poems are from Vivian Guo's poetry collection, of my own.
trudging along:
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my feet hurt as I walk down this path
my head bows to stare at the rough rocks
I wonder
if I’m even in the right place
someone passes me so
I must be
without hesitation
they sprint ahead
I stare blankly for a few moments
until the person is out of sight
I mimic their pace
until my feet are no longer as light
tense:
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reasons for my headaches
- tightness of my hair ties
- stress from my studies
“it’s because you sleep with wet hair”
- my mother
influence:
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the rocks fall
softly
each plop is so kind
the ripples they make
in the pond
lead to huge waves
crash ashore
melting away:
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The same pieces of snow fall
Over and over again
in my globe
I wonder why
it gets shaken so often
if the look remains the same
So when it finally breaks
And I have to clean up the glass
I stare in awe
the figurine still stands tall
Even without its encasing water