Falling

Falling

Falling, by Wang Di

Am I drowning into an apocalypse
with voices chanting inside me
that tells me that
I should never allow the light
to fall upon me?

๐˜ž๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ฎ ๐˜ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ?

Nostalgia by the front door
deep within me,
trying to rewire
all the veins that I have cut,
all the connections that I have lost,
all the memories that seem to wither
into an abyss but
I am tired of all the mending
just to keep myself sane.

๐˜ˆ๐˜ฎ ๐˜ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ?

When I was seven,
Mama told me to carry a silver plated coin
for the loneliness to subside.
Now, as I walk along
this pitch black pavement with
her gift in my pocket,
I crave for the synchronicity of
my dreams with reality,
to become
all of these faces that are around me,
different hues of yellow, red and green,
each one with
a different joy,
a different dream
and with a completely different
ability to find
solace in the agitation.

๐˜”๐˜ข๐˜ฎ๐˜ข, ๐˜ช ๐˜ข๐˜ฎ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ.

But, here I am
held hostage in my own mind,
spending countless hours in the bathroom,
my movements unable to resonate
with the direction of the compass
yet, here I am
trying to find the serenity for everyone.

๐˜‰๐˜ถ๐˜ต, ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ข๐˜ฃ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ?

God damn I am exhausted of
all the mess that I create,
every second.
God damn I am falling hard
and back into the place that I didnโ€™t wish for.
So, when am I going to get my happy ending?

๐˜ ๐˜ข๐˜ฎ ๐˜ง๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ,
๐˜ ๐˜ข๐˜ฎ ๐˜ง๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ,
๐˜ ๐˜ข๐˜ฎ ๐˜ง๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ.

When You Left Me

When You Left Me, by Wang Di

When you left me for fame
on the other side of our favorite beach,
I walked inside an eerie room,
plethora of mirrors around me,
touched the shiniest of all
and became one myself.
Now that you arenโ€™t here
to hold my hand like you used to,
these mirrors showcases
the metamorphosis of
this home for my disdained soul
from an authentic self
into an unknown being,
who once was in need of
continuous validation of
suiting oneself into
those ideal standards
that honey, you seemed to have
fallen for me in the first place.

Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow
is all you could say
when my arms were wide open
for you but
you walked past your home
and entered into a new dimension
without me in it;
without me.

And when I saw your Polaroid
lying on the shelf,
loneliness befriending him,
I couldnโ€™t help myself
but to hold him for 3 seconds
and bury it
under a colossal of hurricanes.

Oh, honey,
when you went
to the other side of our favorite beach,
I couldnโ€™t get myself together,
still canโ€™t.
I am looking at myself in this mirror,
can only see the blueness
encompassing it;
could be the sky above
for a new fledge of wings
or the ocean,
the siren who kept on singing
for eons.

<strong>Wang Di</strong>
Wang Di

I am Wang Di, a guy who has always been passionate about writing. My feelings bleed in each of those words that were interconnected to befriend someone whoโ€™s having/had the same experience whereas it acts as a remedy for me.

Most of my poetries are blue because I want to uncover the masks and bring the deeper and vulnerable sides forefront.

During my teenage days, I remember how I used to create characters and write stories about them but I never really completed any of it. This is why if I ever happen to write a book, I would like to publish a collection of my poems and proses. I am also very passionate about art and have a YouTube channel where I mostly post poetry videos and art vlogs.

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