You need to be the best egg roll in the world! I should hear a crunch when I bite into you! You can't be like your cousin, the spring roll! He's too soft! He's not supposed to be crunchy! You need to be more solid and crunchy! Stop being so soggy! Why does he shine better than you? People say he's A-quality; Why can't you be A-quality? He was made fresh off a boat, So shouldn't you be doing better than him? We're not like them! And stop being so tight! Loosen up! Do you wanna stay at the bottom of the frying pan while all the other egg rolls float to the top of the oil? Add some more filling to yourself! You're too small! Wait! You're filling yourself up too much! Do you want to turn fat like your fried pork belly cousins? If you're too fat, you're gonna have open cracks! You want to be thrown away like the broken egg rolls in the trash? Go! You can just make a living picking up trash too! Why can't you be like those other egg rolls? PC: puriusagi
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A field of irises fully bloom,
But tonight is a lot colder than usual. The gilded ghost snaps the crab into reality again, Revealing a tape of Cupid and his newfound love. The freezing air surrounding the ghost makes the crab seek for comfort; It's shell getting more and more fragile. But, his beloved fish and a distant scorpion intertwine into a whirlpool; No sound or soul could surpass this catastrophe tonight. This whirlpool is powerful enough to finally crack the shell of the crab; Heart and soul bursting through like a freezing volcano. Now, the crab rests; Hollowed, alone, and frozen in time - Mustering up the strength to love himself again. "It's gonna be okay," He whispers. It's gonna be okay. Your lips that I want to kiss,
I crave that taste of toxic bliss. At twilight, our mouths would dance and mingle, But now, I...may be less-than single. Half of a heart beginning to ooze mustard gas; I'm what's left of the spinning hourglass. Shattered - broken to pieces, Only to be put together again. I can see an image, but it's cracked; Pieces gone with the other men. Although, in my path of purgation, I saw what led me towards damnation. It's a phantom lingering from the past. It corroded my mind so fast. Your loss of interest should not have gotten to me, But this phantom kept whispering, "He's all love would ever be." I thought this was something I put to rest, Turns out I was still a part of that old devil's test. Near the end of twilight, the stars still lit up a path, Caressing and cleansing me from this mental bloodbath. For now, the phantom is silenced by my angels of hope, Lifting me towards serendipity, as I've fallen from Love's tightrope. Today is the day -
The anniversary; The day I accepted That you cheated on me. A year ago you wouldn't even talk to me; You didn't want to be around me. But, let's jump to last night - I get a text from you telling me to come over. You haunt me at such inconvenient times. This isn't the first time you tried to creep back into my life. I already know the game you're playing. I gave you so many chances; You fucking blew it. I'm glad you lust for me now; Stay missing me. I'll be glad to be your missed opportunity. I don't regret meeting you. I'm actually thankful that we crossed paths. Yeah - You cheated on me, Made me do your homework, Had me bathe you, get your clothes, Cook for you, clean for you, Drive you everywhere; Should I continue reading this receipt? I don't regret meeting you Because I became stronger being with you. I can hear the embers flicker behind me
As it echoes throughout an empty void. It was a world where commerce used to flourish; Where adventurers would scurry onto their next journey In hopes of finding the right body parts needed to craft their desired plate of armor. Time here is now stagnant, Awaiting for a master reset As the gods continue to fix a world That may only remain broken. This wasn't the best world, But the people here nourished it to life. It holds the memories I had as a child; Memories as a developing teenager. This world also took away the pieces of my loneliness; Took away the haunting thoughts of the world around me. And now, This world and I sit alone Awaiting for Game over. I am only there when convenient;
I am only there to make things convenient. I am only supposed to act a certain way; I am only able to speak a certain way. I am only spoken to when necessary; I am only able to speak when you let me. I am only your friend when I'm emotionally stable enough for you; I am only visible when I have what you need. I am only in the background; I am only a ghost. But, wasn't I more than this? I was always left with crumbs
Or an empty plate. I've been reminded;
On this journey towards the light, I still walk alone. The heat -
Is it rising from the change in seasons Or from the fluctuations of my reminiscing heartbeat? My memories of you will last a lifetime. Although, These will be memories of who I thought you were. Memories of our summer of volleyball Memories of the dance Memories of our dance And the sound of crickets While I confessed my feelings for you again That autumn night Now counting the years - 9 10 11 The years will continue, But a part of my heart still holds the hands that would never belong to me. I appreciate all the moments we shared in the past, Even if you don't exist in my future And even if those hands begin to fade with Time. It's Fate's decision, now. But, Thnks fr th Mmrs. 悲しいね? It's not just about us anymore.
Our history was nearly erased. We fought, And fought, And fought; To find a place, To be heard, To bring back a few grains of what we've lost. There are voices running around us; The voice of a boy who walked home with iced tea and skittles, The voice of a woman who was peacefully reading in her car, The voice of a man who was taking a jog, The voice of a boy who was playing with his toy gun, The voice of a man who CAN'T BREATHE, Voices of many others brutally murdered, Voices of those who never stood a chance, Voices of many who were unarmed, Voices of many dead, innocent children, Many of whom never had a voice at all. They forcefully carve their existences Into our story; Into the spoken textbooks of our people. These are stories, Names, Friends, And family That cannot be forgotten. They need to be acknowledged Because they, too, have become a part of our story; A part of our journey To the promised land our people have constantly sought. We cannot turn our backs on them Because they, too, are fighting, And fighting, And fighting; To find their place, To be heard, To bring back their homes, To find justice for the people they lost, And for the history that will also be erased If we don't take a stand together. |
AuthorMy name is Alexander Fang. I'm a college student studying Pharmaceutical Chemistry at University of California, Davis. This site is an amalgamation of my thoughts, dreams, and the reality I live in. It will consist of my writing, mostly. Archives
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