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Casey Huang
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Be Choosy
I want to highlight this with you in case you haven’t heard of it yet or have begun questioning your values. Having standards is a must. Not having them is cruising in life blindfolded.
Someday, you may meet people who laugh at you for having standards and may even label you “Choosy.” When they do, be proud. Wear the choosy medal with pride. Never be ashamed. Stay calm, smile, and let them know you’ve heard them. And then carry on with your life like they’ve never said anything.
Why? You may wonder. First, it is essential to be kind. Listening and acknowledging you’ve heard them without correcting them is respectful and, therefore, kind. Everyone’s entitled to have an opinion. Second, have peace with the comfort that in the world you live in today, you have the option not to take the values of others as your own, especially not from those who fall for anything and everything else, only to learn the value of having standards when it is already too late.
—Casey Huang
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Felix, with black hair and honeyed eyes
The first time I saw him, it was a burning summer day. He painted pictures in the sand, his face looking calm, complexion bright as the light of day. Felix, with black hair and dark honeyed eyes, enraptured every woman's eyes.
Except mine, I thought, though my heart was feeling gay. I gazed at him, covering my face with my hand as if I were burning from UV rays. From there, I thought his eyes and countenance were enough to make someone’s day.
I stilled my heart in my head and said, “He was just okay! Just okay.” There was nothing special about this man who had just made my day when he said, “Hey!” Right, just when I looked away and walked away.
The second time I saw him was on a chilly April day. We were both riding our bikes on a road along the lake, approaching each other from the opposite way. Felix, with a bothered face, didn’t look my way. You couldn’t imagine how surprised I was when he called to me, “Hey.”
Unknown to him, with my unbothered look, my heart was in disarray, so I hurriedly drove away.
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When I Touched the Wall
I went inside a castle that stood there years ago;
no one lives there now except the keepsakes and statues for a show.
And when I thought I’d seen it all, the guardian would say, “Adieu!”
Another door opened and made me enter a door I thought I was not a stranger to.
There welcomed my view, a golden gilded wall painted years ago
with fluttering birds and silver blossoms that bloom when the snow goes.
As I pressed on the wooden floors that creaked in a way, I always knew
the floors made sounds like how a beautiful fowl sings to whom it doesn't want to let go.
As I walked the wooded floor, the fowl sang, saying, “I don’t want to let go.”
My chest is supposed to tighten when I feel a terrific zephyr blow
in a room enclosed that isn’t mine yet; to me, it feels like it knows.
It knows I understand I, too, don't want to let go.
Halfway from the farewell light, I reached for the wall that seemed you touched not long ago.
The wall felt warm as I pressed on, and my bosom felt it would meet you.
There, before the exit, I blinked my eyes, “One, two.”
Then you appeared in my very eyes, in a garb from long ago.
Your hand met mine, and they became intertwined as if there were no letting go.
What you did took me back, and so did the clothes I wear now.
The silk felt like mine, yet the time wasn’t right. I panicked. My eyes blinked. “One, two.”
Now, back in time, hand on a metal frame, I think I should have stayed with you.
And just when I thought that was the last I’d see of you, there you are again—there you go.
You are standing in a garden of blossoms falling like snow.
My feet walked towards you as if they knew that’s what they had to do.
Only to stop two feet away, seeing someone holding your hands as if she’d held them first years ago.
—Casey Huang
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Here’s a friendly #herocomplex check.
Because learning to say No is good for you.
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Your Friend for All Seasons
I met you on a good day, and we lasted for a long occasion.
You left, and I found a new glee—
that ended when you returned with an explanation.
Was it our true friendship or long foundation
that comforted us, or was it our history
that kept matching us for kismet of appreciation?
Even sitting on the grass with you is a chance for devotion.
Indeed, you must understand me
when I remove myself from your equation.
For even when you ask me wholeheartedly for my emotions,
there still was a time when you left me at my high,
breaking me to fall into the cusp of self-annihilation.
Many believe a second time is a chance for absolution.
It must be for you, not for me,
not for I who considers patterns in deduction.
And so I'll settle sitting at the same place and condition where you found me last, with you, ever so happy
Often wondering if I'll love you again, yet take no action
but loving you as a friend wholeheartedly for all seasons.
—Casey Huang
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Love like a Lake
My love is like a lake.
It knows its place, never moving,
ever nurturing in your sleep and your wake.
The lake sees your love when you look back
and knows you're the sky—
it welcomes your thunders and cries.
My love, like the lake, you'll only find my arms
spreading when the earth shakes; when it rains or storms,
you'll see me welcoming you all the more.
Because just like the lake, you are my earth;
I exist with you to create
and make a home for what you make,
to show kindness and unmoving love.
—Casey Huang
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My Love is Summer and Spring
I can't but match you to summer and spring.
Feelings bloom for you,
with or without you;
I feel sunshine at night with you,
and waves of happiness still surge while away from you.
On second thought, maybe I should describe you
as the summer days moving to spring.
Your temperament is but genteel,
your words are blessings,
and you treat me like dew making a home on a leaf in the morning.
When you read this, you may think I only see the positives you bring.
Nay, love, I also see the downturns in those seasons,
like the raging sun as mighty as your anger
and the strong sea breezes in your brows when I badger.
I see you in all your glory and downturns.
And my love stays infinite,
just like there will always be summer and spring every year.
And so long as men can read this,
the picture of my love for you will never fade.
Casey Huang
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A young man’s picture:
She held it close for decades
vibrant, ageless love
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One Earth We Have Boundless Soulmates
I choose not to believe soulmates always end up together
because it still ties my heart to you.
I want my heart's freedom from someone
whose penchant is breaking it in two
I refuse to believe I only have one soulmate
and that soulmate is you.
Thank God someone taught me that God is gracious
I don't have just one or two soulmates
I have boundless.
That means I can always replace you.
—Casey Huang
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Driving Past Your Home, I Think About
Once upon a morning, when I felt at home
driving past the village's trees, darling
with your hand in mine, my heart agape
like gates that auto-open.
Life felt good, like your room,
like the sunshine blasting the bed, sprawling
your eyes meet mine, mouths all smiles,
mixed records playing of unknown origin
The endless talking in the bathroom,
jacuzzi meditation, simple living,
you were the palm trees that block the rays
I believed my heart would always be in a daze
Because we’ve already had many mornings
when you tell me you love me through the songs you were mixing
that say, “Baby, come back,”
when my lips start smirking.
Because we’ve already had many nights
of parking the car in front of the club, carelessly dancing
believing we have many nights to come
and our heads were not turning for the others looking.
Once upon a morning, I felt at home
driving past the village’s trees with you, darling
my heart blazing like the sunshine, our hands try to block
as we lay with our books in the garden
Life felt good when we drove fast
to catch the sunshine in the mountains
only to have soup there in the morning
foie gras, best meat, and wine for luncheon
Because you were someone I felt safe in my youth
the daring soul who made me feel safe to play with spiders
sugar gliders, and appreciate the escaped squirrels
as we run fast under the shade of the village trees, darling
Casey Huang
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Vodka is one of the little things that reminds me of you.
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Blossoms Don’t Last a Year
One of the greatest lessons I have learned
is never to change others,
only to accept them as they are.
I have discovered
it saves both from heartaches,
like knowing blossoms don’t last a year.
When one tells you I feel bad,
believe it.
When she tells you no,
accept it.
When he says he is no good,
agree to it.
When she says she has had enough,
acknowledge it.
Change is good for the willing,
and the willing will show it by being.
Just like the time on our clocks always on time
those who want change need not hear your sayings.
They will keep existing—
the way they like it in their own time;
your role in their life is only to keep appreciating,
and then you’ll both have peace—
knowing blossoms don’t last a year.
Casey Huang
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This poem is for everyone looking for something sweet to say to their lover, wife, husband, or partner this fast-approaching Valentine's Day. I wish you and the person you love bliss!
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Pets hear heartaches
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Goodbye is a blessing.
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