Dreamment (1-9)-Visual Poems
05.19.2023
Dreammet 1
Roadside Copier
“Copying will make you ashamed”
In a small town, by the roadside,
Stands a copy machine called Copy.
Yingyuan walked by, with pride, braids dangling in front.
Copy felt beautiful, an instant love hunt.
Jammed the paper, copied it, pinned it to the chest.
Audrey passed with her shining red agate.
Copy felt impressive, no reason to be a wreck.
Jammed the paper, copied it, wrapped it around the neck.
Grey, in black, the usual netting socks and polished drumsticks in hand,
Clatters past, as if he is catching up to a show.
Copy, stunned, it's like a dreamland.
Jammed the paper, copied it, placed life treasures in the pocket.
Smiley-the sign of delusion-in the evening,
Passed by, but stopped, stared at Copy, then frowned, murmured,
How can a copier stand on the corner of the town?
Yeah even the delusional Smiley felt awkward here.
Roadside Copier
“Copying will make you ashamed”
In a small town, by the roadside,
Stands a copy machine called Copy.
Yingyuan walked by, with pride, braids dangling in front.
Copy felt beautiful, an instant love hunt.
Jammed the paper, copied it, pinned it to the chest.
Audrey passed with her shining red agate.
Copy felt impressive, no reason to be a wreck.
Jammed the paper, copied it, wrapped it around the neck.
Grey, in black, the usual netting socks and polished drumsticks in hand,
Clatters past, as if he is catching up to a show.
Copy, stunned, it's like a dreamland.
Jammed the paper, copied it, placed life treasures in the pocket.
Smiley-the sign of delusion-in the evening,
Passed by, but stopped, stared at Copy, then frowned, murmured,
How can a copier stand on the corner of the town?
Yeah even the delusional Smiley felt awkward here.
Dreammet 2
Monochrome Maiden
SM, immersed in her own world, whispered and mumbled,
She seemed lost, in a world of troubles.
Mismatched black socks and pleated laced on her skirt,
Left others bewildered, questioning her worth.
Her hair was wild and her demeanor unique,
She exuded a sense of romantic mystique.
Rebelling against norms and holding ideals high,
She strived to live her life.
Lost in a world of anxiety,
She seeked to find her way and steer clear.
SM, a true free spirit, following her senses,
Living a life full of passion and ambition.
Monochrome Maiden
SM, immersed in her own world, whispered and mumbled,
She seemed lost, in a world of troubles.
Mismatched black socks and pleated laced on her skirt,
Left others bewildered, questioning her worth.
Her hair was wild and her demeanor unique,
She exuded a sense of romantic mystique.
Rebelling against norms and holding ideals high,
She strived to live her life.
Lost in a world of anxiety,
She seeked to find her way and steer clear.
SM, a true free spirit, following her senses,
Living a life full of passion and ambition.
Dreammet 3
“The funeral”
Li's sister, Li Xiankui, passed away. Stopped breathing last Thursday’s noon, leaving her family And loved ones devastated.
Li was always an obedient sister, never demanded anything,
Except for her only wish before her untimely death—a different kind of funeral.
Her parents thought to honor their daughter’s final wish,
And agreed.
Even though they don't fully understand what she meant.
On the day of the funeral, Li’s girlfriend gave birth to a baby boy, and needed Li’s parents’ help. Overwhelmed with joy, Li's parents left for town immediately, leaving their daughter's funeral in The hands of others.
In the end, Li Xiankui was laid to rest on a hill near her home simply, where she can forever RIP.
“The funeral”
Li's sister, Li Xiankui, passed away. Stopped breathing last Thursday’s noon, leaving her family And loved ones devastated.
Li was always an obedient sister, never demanded anything,
Except for her only wish before her untimely death—a different kind of funeral.
Her parents thought to honor their daughter’s final wish,
And agreed.
Even though they don't fully understand what she meant.
On the day of the funeral, Li’s girlfriend gave birth to a baby boy, and needed Li’s parents’ help. Overwhelmed with joy, Li's parents left for town immediately, leaving their daughter's funeral in The hands of others.
In the end, Li Xiankui was laid to rest on a hill near her home simply, where she can forever RIP.
Dreammet 4
Mistress
Life was but a dream, a mirage, an illusion,
Her grace, her wit, her charms, all but a delusion.
For in her life, she chose to play games,
With fake flowers, fake love, lovers without shame and dogs.
Yet, she was ensnared by her own obsession,
A puppet to his every whim, without any questions.
She craved the thrill of being controlled,
An addiction so deep, it left her soul cold.
Mistress
Life was but a dream, a mirage, an illusion,
Her grace, her wit, her charms, all but a delusion.
For in her life, she chose to play games,
With fake flowers, fake love, lovers without shame and dogs.
Yet, she was ensnared by her own obsession,
A puppet to his every whim, without any questions.
She craved the thrill of being controlled,
An addiction so deep, it left her soul cold.
Dreammet 5
The Plastic Maiden
K skipped school this afternoon, trying to evade a dreaded calculus exam,
Scaling the school wall, she brushed off the plaster from her dress.
In her pocket, a melted lollipop, headphones on her neck,
Strolled down the street, ignoring everything.
She guzzled a toothless coke, as rock music played in her ears,
Longing to hear her favorite music live, and let go of the time.
Thought she fell in love with the low bass, can you believe it?
This flamboyant girl, with so much to perceive.
She brought a messy Korean magazine from a newspaper stand,
Only because of the gray sea on its cover.
She held it in her hand, unable to read a single word, embraced the mystery.
On a Wednesday afternoon, living life on the edge of uncertainty.
Would you dare to have an afternoon like this?
it's like a plastic bag, floating in the wind,
an escape from reality, where dreams have begun.
The Plastic Maiden
K skipped school this afternoon, trying to evade a dreaded calculus exam,
Scaling the school wall, she brushed off the plaster from her dress.
In her pocket, a melted lollipop, headphones on her neck,
Strolled down the street, ignoring everything.
She guzzled a toothless coke, as rock music played in her ears,
Longing to hear her favorite music live, and let go of the time.
Thought she fell in love with the low bass, can you believe it?
This flamboyant girl, with so much to perceive.
She brought a messy Korean magazine from a newspaper stand,
Only because of the gray sea on its cover.
She held it in her hand, unable to read a single word, embraced the mystery.
On a Wednesday afternoon, living life on the edge of uncertainty.
Would you dare to have an afternoon like this?
it's like a plastic bag, floating in the wind,
an escape from reality, where dreams have begun.
Dreammet 6
No.1 South Ring Avenue
The grass on the big lawn at No. 1 South Ring Avenue grew wild,
The footprints beside the wall faded, as if they were never styled.
Pond stone laid dry, blanketed with black ash,
No tadpoles in sight, even though spring cicadas chirp in a blink.
Yuexin leaned over the rusty stainless steel window and looks down,
The whole afternoon passed without a single soul around.
Childhood memories lingering, but now they seemed so long ago,
Yes, the carefree days of youth had passed with the shooting stars.
No.1 South Ring Avenue
The grass on the big lawn at No. 1 South Ring Avenue grew wild,
The footprints beside the wall faded, as if they were never styled.
Pond stone laid dry, blanketed with black ash,
No tadpoles in sight, even though spring cicadas chirp in a blink.
Yuexin leaned over the rusty stainless steel window and looks down,
The whole afternoon passed without a single soul around.
Childhood memories lingering, but now they seemed so long ago,
Yes, the carefree days of youth had passed with the shooting stars.
Dreammet 7
The Cat called Nyx
Nyx, the most unpopular person who always dressed as a repairmen (or a killer)
In the town school,
Faces ridicule and scorn every day.
One day, the prettiest girl in class accidentally killed the thinnest cat in school, whose life was Now still.
Nyx was absent from school on that fateful day,
Only knowing that someone had scratched her face, making her stay away.
Everyone knew Nyx couldn't have killed the cat, but they pointed at her anyway, their Accusations falling flat.
Countless students blamed her for the cat's death,
Making her feel that she couldn't catch her breath.
Nyx felt like the skinny cat on the school steps,
Destined to be alone, with no one to help.
She ignored the blame and didn't bother to fight,
Hoping one day she'd be proven right.
But it seemed like she'd have to die like that thin cat.
The Cat called Nyx
Nyx, the most unpopular person who always dressed as a repairmen (or a killer)
In the town school,
Faces ridicule and scorn every day.
One day, the prettiest girl in class accidentally killed the thinnest cat in school, whose life was Now still.
Nyx was absent from school on that fateful day,
Only knowing that someone had scratched her face, making her stay away.
Everyone knew Nyx couldn't have killed the cat, but they pointed at her anyway, their Accusations falling flat.
Countless students blamed her for the cat's death,
Making her feel that she couldn't catch her breath.
Nyx felt like the skinny cat on the school steps,
Destined to be alone, with no one to help.
She ignored the blame and didn't bother to fight,
Hoping one day she'd be proven right.
But it seemed like she'd have to die like that thin cat.
Dreammet 8
Ms. News
Hi, I'm Ms. News!
I report only what you want to hear.
If you're in a drag racing accident,
I'll report a past story where you saved a feral cat that was hit by a car.
If a farmer uses too many pesticides, causing people to become poisoned,
I'll write a story about the hardships of farming, and make the farmer's 80-year-old grandfather The focus.
If you're involved in a roadside altercation, hitting someone,
I'll spin the story to make you appear as a victim defending yourself.
I'm just a canonical news girl.
Ms. News
Hi, I'm Ms. News!
I report only what you want to hear.
If you're in a drag racing accident,
I'll report a past story where you saved a feral cat that was hit by a car.
If a farmer uses too many pesticides, causing people to become poisoned,
I'll write a story about the hardships of farming, and make the farmer's 80-year-old grandfather The focus.
If you're involved in a roadside altercation, hitting someone,
I'll spin the story to make you appear as a victim defending yourself.
I'm just a canonical news girl.
Dreammet 9
The Half-squat Statue
There was a statue in the town station,
Half-crouching, not moving, a longstanding creation, watching as people come and go.
The statue saw the young man with long hair depart; the floor tiles polished by countless hearts; Rings forgotten; treasures left behind; murder of a young blonde girl; and those who fled, leaving Everything behind.
As people passed by, they remarked on the statue's pose,
But what if there was more to this statue, who knows?
Could it be a symbol of something divine,
Watching over us, patient and kind?
Perhaps God was liked this half-crouching figure,
Quietly observing, yet always there to nurture as we rushed through our lives,
May we remember to pause, and acknowledge the presence of a higher force.
The Half-squat Statue
There was a statue in the town station,
Half-crouching, not moving, a longstanding creation, watching as people come and go.
The statue saw the young man with long hair depart; the floor tiles polished by countless hearts; Rings forgotten; treasures left behind; murder of a young blonde girl; and those who fled, leaving Everything behind.
As people passed by, they remarked on the statue's pose,
But what if there was more to this statue, who knows?
Could it be a symbol of something divine,
Watching over us, patient and kind?
Perhaps God was liked this half-crouching figure,
Quietly observing, yet always there to nurture as we rushed through our lives,
May we remember to pause, and acknowledge the presence of a higher force.
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