June 2026

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 1) 

The silence after I relapsed
is the silence that tears everything apart
from the inside out.
The silence after I relapsed
buzzes like a helicopter miles away
stirring the world
yet nowhere to be seen.
The silence of the therapist's office
her yellow lamp
the couch cushion against my seat
again i'm fourteen.
The silence that clings to us
the silence that deafens me
and a promise i didn't keep
now a teary plea. 
Is this a call for help or an apology,
a way to cope or an epiphany?
The silence after I relapsed
still not sure which part is mine. 

2) 
Tình yêu như nắng
Qua kẽ lá xanh
Hạ đi đông đến
Nắng vẫn rũ vàng

Tình là họng súng

Của kẻ mộng mơ

Một lần súng rít

Ngỡ như muôn đời


Tình là trẻ nhỏ

Chỉ vui tíu tít

tình nào đâu biết

người chẳng mong chờ


3)

Chết 

Là giọt sương giăng trên gỗ đá
Là nước mắt nóng trên thịt da
Là màu xanh trên gốm trắng
Là khói đỏ trên mong manh.
Chết đi
cũng lại là một ngày nắng
một vòng mặt trời xoay
một câu ru em cuối phố
phận ta chỉ bằng một bông cỏ may.
Quên
Một màu đen nơi khóe mắt
đèn hồng phố xa
tôi đã đem niềm thương em đi mất
xin em đừng nhớ chuyện ngày qua. 

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Last edit: August 14th, 2026

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