I am a storm
Calming itself before the final violence.
You don’t know me,
So just let me pass by
And forgive the trail of tears I leave behind.

I can’t help it—
I am piteous and disastrous,
Selfishly and insensibly
Salvaging my tranquil heart,
Wreaking havoc in your life. 

© 2019 Cassian Vu


Short Poems, 2018

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.

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

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

© 2019 Cassian Vu


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

© 2018 Cassian Vu


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