Archive for November, 2017

No, Not Me

You can charm other girls with that sly smile

But not me

Tell them your jokes and they laugh mindlessly

But not me

They may fall for all your tricks

But me, no never



The sickness is slowly picking up

Every now and then she stops

Catches her breath

And I see she’s aching but I can’t help her

She smiles

She tries

To be strong, to appear strong

But the sickness is slowly creeping


I danced alone, like I did for a thousand years

Some stare like I had an incurable sickness

Some are amaze at my boldness

Defying the norm.

I feel whole

I feel empty

I may in fact be incurable

But this shows I am strong enough to be on my own.

A Curse

To love from afar

To choose to be unknown

To remain silent about one’s love for another

Is a curse on its own


I looked out of the window where the sun was not yet up

I could see the clouds dancing with the wind

Before me was a sight to behold

In The Dark

I see light in the dark

I see it clearly when I close my eyes

I see when others don’t

Because I believe

Who Will Love Me?

Will there be someone?

Will there be anyone?

Sitting at the park bench

Alone and rain drenched

I am my own

Always on my own

No More

I have no words left to say

I’ve lost and used it all

I told you all I could and needed

Still, it’s no use

I have nothing to give

I will not ask you to stay

I ask no more from you

So expect no more from me


Shades and shadows

In shapes in the dark

Hidden from sight

And it echoes

It echoes through the walls

And you hear it ever so…..

It’s me

It’s my heart

Whispering to yours

Just Today

Today started

Today ended

Today happened

Kas Writes

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Fiction & Poetry Journal of T. Wong