By Ting
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Most Recent: “Sometimes“
Sometimes I wonder if you know.
Sometimes I wonder if you’d care.
Sometimes I wonder if you’d dare.
Sometimes I notice your laugh.
Sometimes I notice your crazy.
Sometimes I notice your everlasting love for all things maybe.
Sometimes I see the glint in your eye.
Sometimes I see the wonder in my whys.
Sometimes I see how we were never meant to be even if there ’twas not a sea of forbidden needs… -Ting 12/13/24
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“Soon Enough I Was 13“
Growing up is strange. One day I’m a child. Curious and afraid. 8 years old, my memories begin and then change. Friends come and go. School is not a concern of mine but maybe it’s time to take control. My home is moved and tolled, schools come and go.
Before you know it I’m 10 years old with a life of friends and minor roles. A disease has arose maybe now it’s time to take control. I have A’s and B’s perhaps some C’s but I can never see the ending.
4 walls. 4 rooms. And almost 4 years. My life continues inside there.
A screen and a camera I look back at myself. It’s blank and dark with hesitant remarks. Wondering when this will ever end. And now I’m on a bend. For Covid has struck and we’re all out of luck…
A birthday passes. And then 2. I have friends but maybe only a few. School starts at 9 and ends at 2. We all wear PJs and retire shoes.
It isn’t until I reach 5th grade that I’m finally through. I see the light out of the tunnel and now I feel anew
The years rained down on me and then soon enough I was 13.
So here I am. I have A’s and violin concerts. I have battled my monsters and achieved some goals. Though everything was different, I fit that mold. Everything was new. Hard to believe it was even true.
Middle school is strange but at least now the rain has gone away. -Ting 9/19/24
.Dreaming.
“A Silent Feeling“
Before you my life was silent and blue. A world of darkness and boring altitudes. No music played and no notes would sound. Rain and mist always poured down. Of course, I always wondered what to do. Counting the hours as my life went by, scratching the walls with white chalk and cries. Wondering when the sun would shine and that’s when you stepped into my life. Now I laugh and dance with delight as music fills my ears day and night. Its loud and rambunctious but also quiet and calm always lingering for a bit too long. Now I smile and sing as I hear the euphoric ring, A sound graceful and sweet but as powerful as a sea. Yet high and mighty as a king, the music flowed gracefully. Into the depths of ocean blue and back up to the mountainous crews. So now you see. I’ve met the other half of me. The one with the ending of my story. The one that makes me complete and left with no more worry. -Ting 9/6/24
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“Life“
What is life. No one really knows so we all just go with the flow. The paths, the roads, and mazes we walk all are different and the same if not. From the coffee we drink each morning and the trips we wish to go, and the celebrities we wish to be we all are sewed into the same clothing.
Whether our eyes are brown, blue, or green- maybe red, we all have a unique identity. Some think, “Why I wish to have a plane so I can go see many things,” while others pray to see another day while they lay on the grounds of streets begging for foods to eat…
Black, White, Asian, Mixed, poor, and rich, Oh I could go on because we all think different of each other though we are wrong. The blood that runs through our veins, no matter the color of our skin, hair, eyes, our DNA is red without a doubt and now I wonder what this feud is all about… -Ting 7/22/24
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“Her“
When I saw her, it was a summer day in literature class. She looked like an angel I would say. Then I walked away. Day by day I thought this feeling was a minor crush but then I realize just how much I miss her walking by and leaving in a rush. I respect, admire, and love her but I watch from afar never coming close for fear of breaking her heart. She’s beautiful and timid, a goal keeper some would say. She locks her heart and takes it away. Never letting anyone score and treat her that way.
The months are progressive and leave in a flash. A week before the end I watch her again. She has freckles and a smile that’s like no other, hair that’s auburn and gold, her eyes sparkling and now I am sold. I make a plan, I really do but let’s just say I’m not that type of dude. After class I approach her and stare, nervous of what I will say I speak with care.
“Hello” I say and smile. My words are weak, and I feel beat but then she responds with a “Hey.”
Our interface is scarce, ending in a hurry but after I can’t help but be wary, I’ve started something so I cannot go back. I feel as if I am lucky because now I don’t have to worry because I have her number, and she says she likes me back. -Ting 5/17/24
.Believe.
“My Love for You is Never Ending“
My love for you is never ending. My love for you will last through a raging storm. My love for you has always been since the day I was born. My love for you will never be worn even through the windy nights of Boston’s uproars.
The wind will always blow, the sun will always shine, the tides of the ocean will never cease but my love for you will always exceed the amount that you believe.
My love for you is like a seed. It will always grow than one day it’ll become a tree. Like the ones you love, it will be tall and lush, full of green. Its trunk will be wide and full, filled with the love you carry for me. Its leaves will be green with life, and its flowers will thrive day and night just like the love you’ve given me. -Happy Mother’s Day. Ting 4/17/24
.See.
“Under Your Bed“
What if I told you everyone has a story. It bounces and glides all through the night. It’s silent and loud but first you must find it inside. Be wary of the danger that keeps you from success. Be wary of the monsters hiding under your bed. Be wary of the people that cage you inside. They scowl and grimace as you pass by. Their shadows follow you all through the night.
When you warm your feet at the fire inside you realize something strange of size. For they have turned hairy and green with disgust as they stare you straight in the eyes.
Again, you realize it was just a nightmare passing by. Thankful to still be alive you call up your friends and tell a few of them goodbye. For some are dear and hope for your success, others just try and mess with your head. After that you get back to bed whispering goodnight to the friendly monsters under your bed. -Ting 7/13/24