Meeting Up With My Deja Foe (Poem by Vinh Nguyen)

Just another poem I’d written thus far.  Enjoy!!!

Sleepless night,
my head spun in paranoias,
darkest night,
predicting doom and gloom, untold phobias.

Aye, …got not one prediction,
but chapters had been written in the night,
woven details spun into paranoid imagination,
predicting there be yet a darkest night.

Aye, …did not have a deja vu,
yet, feeling inside groped the sleepless path,
untold phobic predictions in a deja who,
aye, …was much sane as a darkest knight to be had.

Who would ride into the darkest night,
knowing there would not be a sunrise,
yet, giddy-up and on with the ride,
senselessly, groping for hope in sleepless night.

There wasn’t a map to chart the courses,
yet I felt the future had already been told,
on the delusional steed I rode through gorges,
meeting up with my deja foe.

There She Goes

“There She Goes,” is a hybrid song/poetry which I had written.  Enjoy!!!

  • There she goes,
  • breaking my heart again,
  • there she goes,
  • chipping another piece off my heart,
  • breaking my heart again.
  • There she goes,
  • mesmerizing by my suffering,
  • there she goes,
  • watching me down on my knees and begging.
  • There she goes,
  • being so brutally to me,
  • a queen of evil she is,
  • demanding my heart to bleed.
  • Time and time again,
  • a fool as I am,
  • falling in love with an evil queen.
  • Time and time again,
  • a fool as I am,
  • keep wishing for the same nightmare.
  • Time and time again,
  • a fool as I am,
  • down on my knees and begging.
  • There she goes,
  • breaking my heart again,
  • there she goes,
  • chipping another piece off my heart,
  • breaking my heart again.
  • There she goes,
  • mesmerizing by my suffering,
  • there she goes,
  • watching me down on my knees and begging.
  • There she goes,
  • being so brutally to me,
  • a queen of evil she is,
  • demanding my heart to bleed.
  • An evil queen that she is,
  • an evil queen that she is.

He Is From Mars, She Is From Venus

Just another poetry of mine.  Enjoy!!!

  • If he is from Mars
  • And she is from Venus
  • Both take a visit to Earth
  • And shook their heads
  • And sigh without shyness
  • Voicing that earth is barren
  • Only dry rocks play with boiling sun
  • If he yearns back toward Mars
  • And she yearns back toward Venus
  • Both stand on Earth’s barren back
  • And stare hard at their home worlds
  • And admire their teeming worlds
  • Voicing that their worlds are blessed
  • Truly, teeming with life
  • If they take a look at each other
  • They might be of different species
  • Nonetheless they have life which breathes into them
  • Nonetheless they have nutrients that race within them
  • Nonetheless they have windows that frame the beauty of the cosmic
  • Nonetheless they can be inspired by their own civilizations
  • Nonetheless they can say that Earth is truly barren
  • If they think hard
  • One might wonder if they think that there might be other Mars
  • If they think hard
  • One might wonder if they think that there might be other Venus
  • Perhaps no two Mars are exactly the same
  • Perhaps no two Venus are identical
  • At least these other Mars and Venus might not be as barren as Earth