Short Poems, 2018

Numb
Then he realized his heart was numb:
one frosted, funereal plum.

Hunger for Love
This smoldering hunger for love,
Let it die out
and turn into cold ash,
For I have given up the chase.

Me
My mind is like a firework
of indistinguishable thoughts
about everything and nothing—
what I see, what I was told,
against all I believe in.
They try to mold me
into someone they are comfortable with:
Something familiar,
non-threatening, tamed and predictable.
So they could do what?

Dauntless
Dauntless are the souls
unfavored by the gods,
refusing to become
mere shadows among too many.

Masks
It scares me how we all wear masks.
It scares me I’m not an exception.

© 2019 Cassian Vu

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Approval

All the things I have done—
they were never about improving myself.
They are always about hating myself
a little less each day.
It is not others’ approval I seek,
it is my own.

I cannot pretend
that I have never seen myself
as a mistake:
an astronomical blunder,
a colossal joke of all existence.

How lovely would it be
if I could stop feeling worthless
and accept my every quirk
without judgements.
How I wish I could just be
unequivocally,
unapologetically
me.

© 2018 Cassian Vu

Unyielding

You fight your unceasing war,
armed with nothing but a grain of hope
facing a vasty shore.

Time and again the great waves try
the resilience your marrow possesses
through their piercing cries.

Unsafe under your own skin—
gnawing doubts and stabbing echoes
veiled as the voices within.

On the brink of letting go, you recall
your nebulous lust for this rewardless life
that has more than once saved you from ending it all.

One decision away from returning to stardust,
still you are here—trembling, yet unyielding—
betokening the ones refusing to be crushed.

© 2018 Cassian Vu

Love, Pt. 3

Again we met,
Ten winters and a silence vow after—
Hardly matter in this place beyond time and space.

My bony hand
caressing your misty face:
The boy I once held most dear,
Now a man—weathered and time-stained.
Same bright eyes and melting smiles
—my downfalls in another timeline.

I loved you, did I not.
Do I still love you—do I know?
So I miss you—then what?
Should I seek your footprints in the barren sands?
You were my bane,
my lachrymose echo, my pain.
Ought I to trust my heart has changed?

© 2018 Cassian Vu

The Gathering

Luminous beings lurking in the depth
of the night,
mouthing mournful songs of the departed
and the damned.
Stories they unveil
through anarchic syllables
screeching at my ears.

Shadowy beings looming in the corner
of my mind,
wriggling victorious dances of the remorseful
and the unredeemed.
Memories they reveal
by delving into the past
I inearthed winters ago.

Mere human being I am in the midst
of their encirclement,
welcoming clamorous tiers of voices
into my empty existence.
Mirages I am shown
like promises of salvation
blunting earthbound woes.

© 2018 Cassian Vu

You Stop Taking the Pills

You stop taking the pills
to take a break,
to take one step back
and see
whether that moody kind of mood
—the depressive, destructive kind—
is really so bad after all.

“Go out and meet people,”
they say,
but you know
what you deeply crave
is some sort of quiescence
in which you can bathe in your own gloominess
in peace,
and let your mind wander
wherever the shadowy paths lead.

© 2018 Cassian Vu

Dissonance

Spades over heads we march
towards our final resting grounds;
Igniting transmuted primordial
corpses along our steps,
Layering the soulless structure
of our colossal synthetic chorion—
All hail the robotic god!

Deadening noises from metal webs
soothe our hunger
for approval from faraway breeds.
How oblivious we are—
slighting fleshless brethren,
deaf and blind to fellow dwellers’ anguish,
—to Her weeps.
Sermons after sermons,
green blood spilt,
still giant iron mallets
crushing all roots of hopes.

Closing chimes
from the parched tower
behold a forsaken child,
catching his last breath,
amongst a sea of tombless graves—
“Mercy, Mother,
Mercy…”

© 2017 Cassian Vu