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Hong Konger, Arsenal and SCAA fan, NYU Physics autistic undergrad student | he/him
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In memoriam to the victims in Tai Po.

(paper image from CrazzHky on DeviantArt by CC-BY 3.0 license)

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"(To Be Determined)" (a scrap of burnt paper) why write a poem? it's much cheaper to have AI fin (the rest of the text appears burnt away)
November 28, 2025 at 8:10 AM
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"Hört, Rachegötter, hört der Mutter Schwur!" ("Hear, gods of revenge, hear the mother's oath!" as translated on Wikipedia) — Mozart, Queen of the Night Aria, "Die Zauberflöte"

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Madame Sarastro He speaks his witching words of peace and joy. He lies as swift as he denounces lies; Yet he gains praise from every foolish boy, For as a king: his word is law most wise. My daughter, captive, brainwashed; oh, poor slave. Poor slave, Pamina, toyed with by the king! Such loathsome, dangerous trials he'll make you brave! "All this, to keep Tamino's love," you sing. He loves you true, he loves you true already, My daughter, my daughter, can't you feel it? My husband, vile husband tries to steal it, And seal your heart to keep you meek and steady. So run, I bid you, run! Come home to me. Away from his controlling, deadly trials! For through his words he tricks and he beguiles, Within his world you'll ne'er be roaming free. He'll call me temptress, say that women lie. As father he would rather see us die! For all men in his manly world are called equal, Yet women, scorned by him, are made to be feral. I bid you: kill the tyrant here this night! I pray you free the world from his dark light. For women can do more than he would think, For truth is life and by his lies he'll sink.
November 25, 2025 at 1:13 PM
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On the Eleventh Hour of the Eleventh Day of the Eleventh Month. How many died after the papers were signed but before the clock struck eleven? How many still die, after, now?

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The Cenotaph We stand, solemn, over the unmarked grave That marks the fallen, too many to name. A hollow cenotaph can hardly save The souls once shattered for a tyrant's game. And as we kneel, a drone flies overhead To silence more, to make vile sacrifice, As bright young men will turn the flowers red. All dead. Their blood spilt sprouting edelweiss. And as we kneel another starves to death. And as we weep a soldier lifts his gun. And as we pray a child takes her last breath. And as we stand… she’ll ne’ermore see the sun. We stand, solemn, over the unmarked grave Too drenched in blood too fresh to carve a name. So many lost who did not need to brave Their final day, but for a monster’s shame.
November 11, 2025 at 3:00 AM
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Photo taken and edited by me, for once.

Not an indictment on VSA in particular, just a sentiment I caught whilst on my way there for unrelated reasons about a month ago. Finally finished up this poem yesterday.

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Ozymandias Reborn A tower stands as concrete, mirrors, steel Amidst a drowning district clad in rust. Its shine, too bright — the streets below combust As radiant wealth knocks all the rest to heel. And all that matters is where gold appeals; And all beside is left as ashen dust. For those above glare down in veiled disgust; For those below know false gods cannot feel. A vivid evening skyline only keeps The beauty of the people out of reach; each eye is drawn to vibrancy above. Victoria with her skyward paintbrush sweeps the ugly poors to hide from overreach. And thus is this old city money loves.
October 15, 2025 at 11:46 AM
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"Sometimes it is better to lose and do the right thing than to win and do the wrong thing." — Tony Blair

(The irony is intentional.)

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Ceasefire Is it over Finally Or will the bombs The taking Devastation continue As the world turns away Replaced by shining new lies?
October 11, 2025 at 3:13 PM
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"Hubris means deadly pride, Percy. Thinking you can do things better than anyone else... Even the gods.” — Annabeth Chase, "Percy Jackson and the Olympians: The Sea of Monsters" by Rick Riordan

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Glory in Excelsis Staring at the cliff face of oblivion Always taunting, always still so tall Dare not look down, behind, and see the million miles you’ve already climbed. The sun shines brightest further up. Further up. Never looking back for fear of hell. Reaching toward the unforgiving light that strips the bones and melts the skin. Higher still, higher still, all this and more, As the heat batters your sunburnt back, The melting muscles still carry on All in search of glory always false.
October 3, 2025 at 11:20 AM
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Bloom Like a technicolor flower, Vibrant and radiant, Straining to bloom through the cold, Daring not to wilt in the summer warmth, Ashamed when the bee lands on another and the pollen goes to waste too much and not enough.
September 3, 2025 at 4:30 PM
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Wrote this in the onslaught of rainstorms earlier in the week.

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《重蹈覆轍令煩懊而題》 複日瓦下居 避雨房內衰 常再搜工悲 難不揭心虛
August 8, 2025 at 6:18 AM
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此詩小弟數日前寫落，能力疏淺，照樣給大家觀摩一下。

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《續求停恨己而題》 瞑時擾腦一身煩 清心仍恨多多惱 斥己一生只更壞 怨憎為事欲成好
August 6, 2025 at 7:19 AM
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Prison Cell I wasted the best few years of my life Trapped in a prison of my own making, Tortured by guilt over how I caused strife To old friends forgotten. With memories a decade old waking, Reminding me of every single time I'd hurt another — how I'd been taking Trust and love — turned rotten. Forgiveness forever felt like a crime. Erasing my mistakes; the friends I'd lost! My eyes saw it only for the sublime — Too monstrous to allow. Too late did I these barbed, barred walls accost. My suffering had always felt deserved. I never learnt that self-hate brought a cost. "I'll burn for them," my vow. Yet blisters fester. All my friends, unnerved, As I hurt others just to punish me — Unknowingly. All that I tried conserved My cycle built on pain. Escape. Escape! Not yet too late. For, see, The future where my pain could end is rife With hope, with time, with patience and with glee. I will one day break free.
August 1, 2025 at 2:30 AM
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An Ocean Away Every time my phone goes silent and my friends are nowhere to be found scattered across an ocean littered out of sight my heart sinks cold just waiting like I always have for the tide to come on in waiting for my friends to return yearning the life I no longer live as the waves die on the sand drying into dust draining heat dead till again the tide comes back in a brief buzz brings me to life peeking at my phone; my friends are here, protecting me from pain again. Saved me from myself again.
July 23, 2025 at 10:54 AM
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mask it all feels too numb the world a bit off-centre sensitively tense
July 17, 2025 at 4:53 AM
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I wrote this two weeks ago, but it felt a bit too depressing to share. Feeling a bit better now, and I do think it's good, so here we are.

Still having writer's block, though.

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Prideless Who is this cub, so meek, so small that wanders, lost, trapped in a ravine away from pride in a pit of despair with walls of hate for a cub years younger who bore the same face, same mane, same brain? Where is his pride, so swallowed, so meagre, that left him alone for his weakness, his horrid breath and wicked words betraying all his sinfulness? Why does he hunt in a land whose soil turned barren seasons ago where animals flee and rains never fall to the river banks dried but for tears he creates? Who is this cub, the deadly destroyer that murders love, driven by lust for his boyish bled blood of his innocence shed, seeking vengeance at the forgotten hole where he found his soul fled? Where is his pride in the hatred he brings, burning the world with his terrible rage for a mind he once did not lack? Why does he prey on his life, spilling scarlet soiled anger on a field turning crimson from the dried-out dying sins of his still-too-long short life?
July 15, 2025 at 4:39 AM
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I know there's been less poems, recently, I've just not many ideas rn. Some will come. Same reason I can't think of an epigraph, lol.

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Nostalgia Looking in the mirror. I used to be younger— and not just from the beard half-grown of a man pretending to be wiser than before. Shave off the beard and the grey hair stays. Wash off the face and the skin still folds. Piss off the brain looking for those old days. Those smiling days are gone.
June 15, 2025 at 9:29 AM
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"Can't I ever have peace? Can't I rest?" - Twelfth Doctor, "Twice Upon A Time", Doctor Who

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Testimony Let me write my testimony where the flowers fell Let me speak my final truth before I go to hell Let me flounder in my youth Let me fail to be aloof Let me lie, my heart will die from spirits I can't quell.
June 3, 2025 at 7:00 AM
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"No one has ever seen God; if we love one another, God lives in us, and his love is perfected in us." 1 John 4:12

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God is Love (In Memoriam of Pope Francis) Faith is the sun — Rising each day, bringing warmth. Shining light through the depths of our soul. Faith is the ocean — Tempest-tossed tumults will try, and yet boundless blue hues bring us calm. Hope is the stars — Impossibly bright, up high. Guiding ships back to our renewed home. Hope is the trees — Branches broken by the wind, yet firm and strong stands the old cypress. Love is the moon — There to comfort in the night. Watching and keeping the dark away. Love is my world — Pure joy of friends' constancy, And peace for the troubles in my heart.
April 22, 2025 at 1:55 PM
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"Runnin' away from pain when you've been victimized / Tales from another broken home" — "Jesus of Suburbia", Green Day

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缺門 人須有夢： 冇夢，無用。 夢破——人惰。 人破，誰錯？
April 18, 2025 at 12:09 AM
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"Can't I ever have peace? Can't I rest?" — Peter Capaldi as The Doctor, Doctor Who

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Timeless So much to write, and yet I fail To find the time, buried under The strife my mortal life demands. Is this as far as I can sail? My life, too busy, now sundered; The fruits of stress across my world now rife.
April 3, 2025 at 3:13 PM
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"How long can I keep doing this, Clara? Burning the old me, to make a new one?" — Peter Capaldi, "Heaven Sent", Doctor Who.

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Cry For Help How much more blunt can I really be? I walk each day with you. Surely you see I'm not okay although I have to say "I'm fine," to keep me from falling away H is for the health I sacrifice E is for everyone just walking by L's when you leave me to my own device P is for "please, I beg, don't let me die." And I know you know I'm struggling You think, I know, there's nothing you can do I'll try and fail to keep it sane for you 'Cause all that’s left inside is pain again.
March 14, 2025 at 6:14 PM
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"Society demands you man up /
I know it's hard to but don’t comply"
— Louis Dunford, "Boys Do Cry"

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Tears I remember now why the tears stopped It all ran dry from the gas I remember now where the tears fell amidst all the broken glass Where is my city? Where did you go? How did we all turn to ash? Where did we go wrong? Where is the light? Why are we left with the night? I remember now how the tears died when the fires dimmed to dust
March 10, 2025 at 3:40 PM
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"Pretending someone else can come and save me from myself" — Linkin Park, Leave Out All The Rest

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Want I just want a home for myself. A shelter safe no one can take away. Through storm and rain I know it stays To keep me from my pain. I just want a voice that reaches out: A lunch invite, an out from my distress? A friendly fix; stop my mind’s mess — Don’t leave me on a shelf. I just want to be hugged again. Just show me that someone out there loves me. Please show me that you care. Really. And rob me clean of doubt. Or is this already too much to want? That others have this matters not. I shan’t.
March 6, 2025 at 6:37 AM
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"Pain is easy to portray, but to use your passion and pain to portray the ecstasy and joy and magnificence of our world. No one had ever done it before. Perhaps no one ever will again." — Bill Nighy, on Vincent van Gogh in "Doctor Who — Vincent and the Doctor"

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Would That I Lived Would that I lived another hundred years To pick the perfect words and take the tears; Transform them. Torments, trouble, torrid fears — Now blossoms. Bees. Vibrant. No loss; just zephyrs of the springtime come To glide you safely back to where you're from. No failure; find a sweeter tune to hum — Fulfilment, freeing, fragrant. Would that I knew the words to soothe your heart, And picked the chords that brought a better start. Future. Hope. Desire. No more apart — My love, my song: this, I give.
March 1, 2025 at 4:30 PM
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"This is the story of how I died." — Rose Tyler, Army of Ghosts/Doomsday, Doctor Who

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Again, Before Another life I fail to save (this time, my own) as I confide the pain into my words alone get owned. A bleeding heartless road is all I have: to walk, to run, to be ran over in the dark and die again. And what becomes of that at all? Would darkness take my tree and ransom all but bark? Am I a shell? Was I already here before? I try (but was I here before? Was I?) to hold me to my mark (didn't I fail before?) and push away the doubts and fears (though now I know for sure I've failed before) So let me bury myself in my work Keep trying, trying, going, never stop Except I flop. Failure's too hard to take, So try not, wish not, want not, not before my mind is freed from what I'd got before (Why am I obsessed with what was before? No more.) obsession… it plays with my mind And I fall in with its repeating chimes Beating, beating, beating, heart like a drum Obsessed to keep in time, in line, to grind.
February 26, 2025 at 5:54 PM
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"It's not because it's fun and God knows it's not because it's easy. It's not even because it works, because it hardly ever does. I do what I do, because it's right! Because it's decent! And above all, it's kind. It's just that. Just kind." - The Doctor, "The Doctor Falls"

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Everest If on my Everest I should now fall, Should I become once more the dreadful beast, I fear I’d listen to the monster’s call. It takes a lifetime just to build a wall. Yet still, above, the sun would scorch the east If on my Everest I should now fall. I know my mind stays desperate for a brawl; Unless I keep myself always policed, I fear I’d listen to the monster’s call. My will still stays forever far too small. For now, I’ve friends, at last, who’d care, at least, If on my Everest I should now fall. If friends could see my heart, they would appal. And if my rage were suddenly unleashed, I fear I’d listen to the monster’s call. Inside me is a demon, I his thrall; So bind me now and prepare for a priest. If on my Everest I should now fall, I fear I’d listen to the monster’s call.
February 20, 2025 at 5:09 AM
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「桃花潭水深千尺，不及汪倫送我情。」《李白·贈汪倫》

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Platonic As boundless as the serene summer sea As graceful as a swallow seeking sun As grateful as I am for all you’ve done As hard as it must be to comfort me. As strong as ancient verdant guardian tree As solid as a marathon once run As bounteous as befitting anyone As pretty as the art that sets me free. I love the way, like sapling sprout, you lift My spirits to Olympus; spread your wings, And take yourselves to build your magpie path. My life, with all of you, is such a gift That I must gift in turn to see you kings. Let me be shelter now from mankind’s wrath.
February 15, 2025 at 4:57 AM