Yvonne Foong: Fighting NF


Article: Unsung

This shattered heart pieced together
in jagged edges, a thwarted shape,
by night pain plagues me
Peeling through sticky tape.

Held in a song unsung,
Composed in winter days,
My memory it kindles,
Let go, I cannot taste.

Now dewdrops fill my thwarted shape
in Spring, blossoms bloom and grow,
Tho’ multi rays bow the horizon,
The unsung snowflake follows.

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Article: Foolish meterosexuality

I’ve always wanted to tell him that
Outer beauty does not last
Women fall head over heels
cuz they haven’t known the jerk you are.

We watch the show with empathy
Your self-denial illusions
How they mystify the unbelievers
of stylish crops and trendy brands.

Wake up and smell the flowers
Before your teeth decay,
Or you’ll never know
what true love means.

Just wait

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Article: An Open Book

To be an open book

is to be confused by the people

who choose otherwise.

Why so secretive?

There’s no need to hide.

You don’t know
the pain

of being left
in the dark.

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