Sorrowfully aesthetical

Haley asked me to create a love story featuring her crush, Mark. Then this one came, but she complained =)))

At the junction

It was half past 9 in the evening at the junction. The little boy, who was the same age as my younger brothers or nephews, was wandering around. No, he was trying to flip the bottle. The last time I saw him, the height that the bottle was thrown was much lower than this time. Maybe he’d been trying to level up.

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Researcher wanna be

A brand new poem I created while wandering around, escaping the feeling of sleepiness.

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A pretentious poet

I have never expected to be a poet. But now I am. Vietnamese speakers have the privilege of understanding the Vietnamese language as in my first poetry book, there is only one poem written in English while the others are in my mother tongue – Vietnamese. Have fun with my artsy-fartsy thingies!

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Scarecrow

I myself try to be my own student, testing my own technique. And what I feel like was…

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Deliverymen

It’s almost 3:30 pm. With its harsh 40-degree light, the August sun was nothing to the people wearing blazers and sitting under the air conditioner.

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#iloveyoumom

Tôi đã làm những thứ chết tiệt này được gần một năm rồi. Vẽ vài bức tranh ngớ ngẩn, rồi post lên Instagram kèm hashtag #iloveyoumom cốt chỉ để cho bà thấy rằng con gái bà vẫn ổn, ít nhất là ở một chừng mực nào đó.

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