Joy Luck

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All poetry by Kat Angus. Inspired by the book/film "The Joy Luck Club" which is one of my favourite movies. In fact, i'd say it's pretty near my favourite. Each poem is about my life and my relationships with others, with references to the awesome book.

-Losing the case-

Killed by her own thoughts
Leaving behind all her good intentions
Hands swimming frantically
Between the slippery silks
Have we forgotten what it feels to love?

Unspeakable tragedies
Recognizing the numbness in their faces
With one sweeping rhythm
Beat in time to your heart's regret

A room filled with leftovers
All loss mixes together
In one fluid motion
They become what they fear
How quickly things lose their beauty

Everyone looks down on someone else
Everyone's head aches with despair
Are you no longer hungry for what you want;
For the girl who loves you?


-Search for pieces-

We come back out
like new-born kittens
scratching for the sky

Surrounded by searching hopefuls
Pheromones calling out through the fog
Best silverware on hong mu tables
Honeyed smiles for those who breathe it all in.


-Gold-

Usual time
usual place
"Unravel me," i beg;
my knees are bleeding
don't make me disappoint them
my confusion might just win.

i feel
chained to a relationship
by gold
i don't know whether
this is right or wrong
it hurts too much to feel
and i won't even
try
to think.

please
don't let me sink

when you're so close.


-Parched-

It's not that
i have no heart or eyes for pain
hope is something
i keep bottled
for those moments when the world is black.

why am i missing something i've never had?

i've become so quiet with thirst
that i don't see the flowing water.


-All her impurities-

When will I learn
that I cannot control
everything
fake confidence
misused
why do we only see the surface?
impurities are not just skin-deep.
You may think
this has something to do with you
and your lost boyfriend
with the forgotten ideals.
You're lost, too.
The contrast here
is beyond saving
with faith floating further away
carrying my lesser being
away
on the wind.
Your smug compliments
and obvious gain
aren't as perfect
and pure
as you make them out to be..
can't you read the list of beauties
he's left crying in the gutter?

can't you read these eyes
that are so confused; so concerned
over your heart that's destined to break?

can't you read this face;
this mouth
is dying to tell the world
about the girl
who is dying; flying
so disturbed
so lost living this life
denied
wasted
with all her impurities.


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