Yes, scars fade. As the days turn to night, as the leaves fall down, our wounds become lighter until they’re nowhere to be found. What took months to heal no longer serves as a permanent reminder; We found comfort amid the Winter Blues. As the nights turn to day, on the sunniest days, when ourContinue reading “Object Permanence”
Category Archives: Poetry
To the west
A high-speed train runs over the mountain, through the valley, and towards the west coast Someone once told me the west coast is the best coast, so I made my way there in a flash Along the way, the sunset that we were chasing turned into a ghost And when darkness entered, I wanted toContinue reading “To the west”
To regret –
Dear Regret, I’ve spent quite some time thinking about you. I used to hate it when you came to visit. Truthfully, I wished we’d never met. Every time I thought of you, it drove me out of orbit. The stars dimmed, planets collided, and I stopped in my track to show you around— every, single,Continue reading “To regret –”
By the time the candle dims.
We all think that we have time, but how bright will our flame last? The world is moving fast. I have to move faster. There are twenty-four hours in a day, sixty minutes in an hour, and with every blink, leaves a second from the plentiful sixty. Yesterday, I burned two candlesticks. The flames swayedContinue reading “By the time the candle dims.”
the rich are poor.
Imagine a world where the masses Are not taken advantage of By megacorporations and fortune 500s A place where the people value people Over any objective entity Paper money Folding money Card money Take the note If it is not my fault It is not your fault It is neither of our faults And itContinue reading “the rich are poor.”
our imagined truths.
There is no such thing as true truths, only imagined truths. These depictions of reality are shaped to align with our own narratives. It’s what we want to see. The act of seeing is not really seeing. It’s only looking, because it’s impossible to see everything. I mean, to really dissect what’s unfolding in frontContinue reading “our imagined truths.”
The intertwining.
Two souls meet in a busy intersection, and chat for a while, for a moment or two. One of them knows their time will expire soon, but decide it’s better to enjoy things while they last, it’s too good to be true. A few years later, all of this will merely be a memory ofContinue reading “The intertwining.”
Olyvia Guo 