“The Poems I Wish to Write About You”

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These thoughts in my heart are plenty
unlike those words that run on empty-
the poems I could only wish to scribble
that often merge into a puzzle,
stashed among unread books for days,
lackluster hours they solely embrace

A sprig of chrysanthemums seeking attention
from my idle stare and frozen intention

These papers are lying flat and frowning
like these words huddled, brooding 
Perhaps they're streams resisting gravity
'cause the ocean may not consent serendipity
I might begin another story that hides in fiction
and reluctantly drug myself with disillusion 

The poems I wish to write about you
are letters imagining your sweetest beam upon receiving
Oh, I am this anxious poetry tethered to daydreaming

“Limbo” by Nicola An

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Sometimes, I feel like I have run away far from myself with a one-way-ticket decision, my footsteps unheard like my muted words I arduously fumble for that even my treasured dry blossoms look flat-out useless in my sight. All the universes seem to be just sleeping inside me- a disconcerting silence ringing.

But this is the very moment I realize that you can only give yourself the space and time to recuperate and grow when you detach from you, by learning that you can be more than everything you’ve known about yourself. Just because you have come to shed another layer of yourself doesn’t mean you have gone astray.

You can’t always stay as a bird in a cage when you can actually fly. Feeling lost is not a setback, it’s a timely opportunity of seeking so you can let go of your invariable idea of who you are, don’t just color yourself with one hue when there are millions you can dare try.
Be patient with this emptiness and quest, it’s always worth waiting for yourself if you put your faith in the many ways you can flourish and shine once again.

-Infinitely,
Nicola An

Standstill

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I hope that in every interval when you are in a standstill, your thoughts follow suit, that your mind remains undisturbed and you will only feel the cosmos vibrating in your core with the highest frequency of LOVE. That when you lie in bed at night with the same silence, you are filled with appreciation instead of resentment and anxiety so the moment you wake up the next day, the voice will be a peaceful prayer of gratitude inviting your abundance. Keep at it until it becomes a healthy normal habit.

-Nicola An

“Sink or Float” Poem

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I always love taught by the ocean
However,I question the longevity
For this isn’t as deep as the
current that helped me propel when
life at its worst fell
As my heart then learns what
choice to keep
” to sink or to float?”
.
He may be as fancy as a brand
new glistening boat
Such sight in thought reminds me
of the BALMY breeze and WARMTH
for free
I’ve been feeding my own depth
selfishly to drown for another
selflessly
This, a point of resolve to stay
on the surface, my body in
EFFORTLESSLY ways
Floating and fairly breathing
Because now I’d rather look
at LOVE in the most precious
grinning SUN up above –

IMG_20180922_181154_694 art & poem by Nicola An