Kevin Wang

Kevin Wang Poems

thoughts of breaking out
as our footsteps march through the snow
breaks open the terror of each night and day
while the mist creeps around our toes
...

first time i met you could never be forgotten
first time i said that i love you
how so you only said that's cute
but i have remembered everything
...

dilemmas, problems, jigsaw puzzles
chaotic by each reckless move
popping out of the blue
with your two figments on each hand
...

enter on through
with an anguish look on his face
as the tremor of the strings strikes in the air
and brings a thought to take the name up to hold
...

these sinister days
creeping within each shadow as it lays
to hang deeply from above with the sky so gray
with a noose slowly swaying side to side
...

step by step
each second beckons
faster and faster
it grows
...

Here we are
how history always repeats each time
as old as many clichés
how much can you take in
...

I'd see rumpled feathers,
crestfallen by each load upon your back.
I'd cry mercy for you,
help you out.
...

Walking down a new road
where it craves to see the bewitched day
from the sea of shining blue
to the sky of soft red
...

as night falls into place
the memories picking up the pace
as my head swirls as I ponder on it
these thoughts these words
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kill those enemies of ire
take this guilt away
throw everything away
break my skull
...

12.

the 1st thought of Christmas
with Santa's little helpers
busy making toys
toys to give away
...

music in my ears
trembles with the shifting coldness
that grasps me around my mind
as I put my face in my hands
...

Interchanging courses
Awaiting my heart to stop
Switching stations
Awaiting a day
...

Waking in the class with you
Surrendering my heart on your lap
When you asked
To be
...

here we are
day upon day
night overlays another
like waves fighting for freedom
...

Summary: When we first met along this cumbersome road, it felt as if there was an old family reunion. Believing everyday may be a good day as long as the stars twinkle and there is a full moon. While time flies by so quickly, but with our old spirits still lingering together, I still feel so distant, so far away from you while wondering ‘do you miss me? ’. We got to spend a little more time hanging out. As life passed by so quickly with you away for so long, we should catch a break and talk our past lives. No matter what, ni-chan will be there asking ‘Do you need help? ’. But while you have other things to do, I’ll still be waiting. Either way, so far away, we’d be together if not by spirits but by your singing voice with my written words and together is our Everglow.)
Listening to the waves flow
Watching the light ever glow
Sinking beneath the waves
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Waiting
For something grow
Stopping
For each day to watch
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a bell tolling in the distant
gracefully stepping together
hand in hand
embracing one another
...

Remnants of this dream
Learning of the past
Where it begins from the unknowns
Where life itself never ends
...

Kevin Wang Biography

Where it all started all my poetry, was the basis of a high school love. From there, I started with long narrative poems up until others wanted me to write shorter ones and so I did. Later on, I started up long narrative poetry but as story-wise style such as (my 1st) 'The Piano Fantasy' and then the sequel when one had requested it 'The Masterpeice: Fuji's Star'. From the very start of my writing basis until now has changed a lot of me and thinking. Currently I'm trying to write again with my long narrative stories but concluding to the fact that it hurts now to write because I miss her so much now -sigh- I don't think I any more strength in reserve to write my new series Way of the Samurai (WOS) with I forgot how many stories in it but i do remember there will be a special edition to it)

The Best Poem Of Kevin Wang

'March Of Death' (Dedicated To Holocaust)

thoughts of breaking out
as our footsteps march through the snow
breaks open the terror of each night and day
while the mist creeps around our toes

it seemed like a nightmare itself
with the devil playing in the backstage
fooling around with our strings
as he takes our souls
not to heaven, not to hell
but in between those two intervals

it seemed like not any kind of common composition
but the sins reliving beyond this hellish bonfire within the butts of the rifles
that repeatedly pounds against our backs
with each night and day played ever so harsh

is there any stop to this?
it isn't just any nightmare, right?
but a walking lie with ourselves
like criminals marching through breaking thunderstorms
like you breathe in the cold air
filled with anxiety and dead particles
this is...
this is the march of death

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