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hkriots · 4 years
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i can be having the worst day—
and that smile, that smile it makes me feel some way. i haven’t had the perfect opportunity to tell you how i feel about you. how i think i will always feel about you. wait, how i know i will always feel about you. my sweet woman that i write about, my darling lover that has me swooning every time i turn the corner too quickly and i catch a whiff of your scent. my ℒovely cherry blossom blooming for all of the right reasons, i cannot express to you about how you’re always in my thoughts. running with all of your passions, love between us sounds like the gentle landing of a butterfly as it finds its favorite spot on a flower. my heart doesn’t stop for a second when you’re around, a thumping that’s too quick to sound— for my words cannot give you enough thanks, for my sky cannot give you enough stars to match your brilliance, for my time cannot settle with enough hours, an hour with you is never enough, so i’ve made plans with the wind to blow my kisses onto your face, so i’ve made plans with the rain to wake you up late at night to remind you that i miss you, so i’ve made plans with the sun to ask you for another dance, so i’ve made plans with my poetry to ask you to be mine once again. i know it’s a bit silly because togetherness doesn’t always have to be our thing, but it is. apart from you, i’ve been trying to find the answer to love and what it means to be a great lover. my mysterious woman doesn’t like it when i’m sad, so if smiling back to you cheers you up— i’ll be glad to smile with you for the rest of my days. i have been trying to love you better, if that means that we’re always going to fall in love with one another in past, present and future lifetimes to come— then i want to reincarnate into some fabulous form of energy that you’ll always find when you least expect it. words have always been our shelter, but i didn’t know a home like you could taste so sweet, softer words can never be spoken, truer words can never be uttered and loving you can never truly be whispered— if love screams then love screams, but if love tries to win you over even if i have nothing, i know that i’ll always be able to depend on you. life is far too short to love wrong, so while trying to love you right, my love writes.
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kidmoneyberlin-blog · 5 years
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Behind this cross is more than just flesh. Beneath this cross there is an idea...and ideas are bullet proof. Positive Rebelion T by Kid.Money #hongkong #positiverebellion #freehongkong #antimask #tyranny #hk #protest #nochinaextradition #hkriots #unrest #peacefulprotest #onelove (at Berlin, Germany) https://www.instagram.com/p/B3NGnNODxBn/?igshid=1qyn9xmhea7fx
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hkcrwig · 5 years
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#Breaking: The arrest of Jimmy Lai, instigator of the #HongKong riots, has been hailed by Hong Kong citizens as long-awaited justice. #HKRiots Source: Twitter
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hkriots · 4 years
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i don’t want to just say words to you, i want the emotions to make you feel like you do matter to me. how many nights will you spend waiting for me? before you give me an answer, i want you to know that for every night, i’ll beg the sun to show its face. my sky-built woman longs to be understood by everyone, especially those that truly matter. i’ve been thinking the time and how quickly it goes by— i don’t want to waste another minute searching for something perfect if all i’ve ever really been after is the truth. you are a true artist with your manner of speech, i can only hope that you hear me well— i’ve been trying for to listen to you more. you want to cross the planet on your own two feet. you want your heart to show scars, but you’d also love to paint over them with the softest watercolors of red dripping down for every rose that couldn’t wait to bloom as you dipped your soul right back into mine— i know that time is of the essence and you’re never really going to stop being mine. we’ve been here before, have we not? i know how your smile curves when you see my face, i love how it fuses itself into joy and that’s something that i’ve been trying to keep all to myself. but that’s selfish. and i want to give you something more than just lust or love. i want to let you have your freedom, my darling has been a caged bird and she doesn’t know which songs she should sing when the moon finally greets her torn and heavy wings— so i tell her late into the night, sing any fucking song that you truly desire because no matter what you sing, i’ll always be there to cheer you on. every step towards greatness looks like you when you’re hurting and all alone, i know that you’ve been meeting a lot of great people and it sucks because i can’t be around long enough to physically give you a hug or tell you to keep going. if poetry can send my words to you, let your reading of this to be a gentle and lightly touched kiss of my lips onto your forehead— safety has never looked this wild, you are a flower born to raise gardens under all of your flare. you listen to the glow of the stars and you’ve acted accordingly. i’m not only in love with you, i’m also in love with how you move when you can’t take no for an answer, or why things have to be a certain way— my leo star shaped lioness bites at all of the bullshit and tells me, if you love me, then love me. if you want me, then want me. if you need me, then need me. just don’t control me, my time is mine and it’s never going to change. dearly beloved likes to kiss-up to the ocean and ask for a hand, reach down under and pull me back up— you are the only roller coaster lover that i’ve ever had. i know that we’re just two people who are trying to make ends meet. once we make it home some day and we stare into one another so deeply that all of our unasked questions are answered with a simple gesture of the bodies trying not to collide too hard, collect this poem into yourself and know this one brilliant fact: i will always choose you. right or wrong. death or life. black or white. moon or sun. you won’t always be the same person and neither will i— so if it means that loving ourselves means killing a piece of ourself just to become something completely brand new, darling— why don’t we try? because when i think about what tomorrow brings for us gift-wrapped and hand-tied like a celestial string of fortune red silk forever soul-bound to two pinkies— i know that deep down, i will always fall in love with you. you don’t need to do anything, my mystery woman likes to question the blackness of space and ask if it has written letters to every hue that is unseen as if words can stop us from being where we need to be— so when she finally tells me, let’s come home. i know that we’ll be ready. until then— she has the excitement of a young fledgling trying to fly for the first time. made from all of her mistakes and all of her right doings, this life will carry us exactly to the point when we’ll meet again. so until then, my love—
—“fly. fly into every inch of the sky that you’ve never had the pleasure of letting your breaths get caught in. fly. fly until you know where to land. and once you figure that out, i’ll be there to tell you, i told you so.”
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hkriots · 5 years
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i left my heart right in your hands, right in your chest, right where it needs to be. i know that we’re always going to find a way to make it home. some thoughts sting far worse than we’d care to admit— i told you this once and i’ll say it again. if you ever need me, you know where to find me okay? you’ll always be home to me. i need you to know that. we’re going to continue growing and one day— we’ll find each other again. i don’t care how long it takes, i don’t care how many lifetimes i spend being lost because i know that somewhere, some how, some way, i’ll find you. it’s like that word. serendipity. it’s like that. we’re going to make it through this life and yeah, we might not be unscathed, but at least we’ll smile brightly. i was once told that it’s better to have loved than to not have loved at all and i’m glad to have had the pleasure of meeting you, mi amor. you’re so gorgeous to me. my precious emerald woman.
— i love you, 9:31 PM. we’ll come home some day and i’ll lean over and tell you about how much i’ve missed you. and i’ll tell you about how i never stopped loving you.
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hkriots · 4 years
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i know i can be a handful, most days my mind can be chaotic and hard to handle, but you’ve always kept a smile on your face for me. my tears, they’ve been falling, but you have always been my best friend. before we really knew love, you really showed me the way to a better kind of adoration. your patience is admirable. being a little bit in love with you is something that i’ll always hold close to my heart. my lover speaks three words and i promise her the moon won’t stop being there when the night is young enough to jump three times pass all of the stars— each time you come around, i’ll be sure to call you mine. thank you for sending your warmth my way.
— a dream within a dream
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hkriots · 5 years
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way across the line i’ve seen the end
it looks like your smile finally learned how to curl, sometimes a push is needed, you know?
way across the line i’ve seen the beginning
if your heart is heavy, please promise to call me— because no matter the distance that we’ve created, no matter the length of days that stay dark for too long, i’ll always be a phone call away
way across the line i’ve seen you love me
and that’s all i really need to know to keep on going
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hkriots · 4 years
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winter melted inside of her warmth, giddy with excitement— did you know that your dimples come out when you’re coming to the conclusion that art isn’t something that we’ve thought that it was? the way that you laugh at the very idea, all of your light freckles jump off your skin and bite down onto your heart, i can see the mountains hide their clouds and tops. she’s passionate and fiery, a whole forest fire. winter kissed, possibly, maybe she’s summer missed. i have come to the conclusion that i am something that i thought i was to you. i thought that i was a good lover, but you know something? lately, i don’t think i’ve been doing a good job. i think i forgot to be your friend first. that’s how we started, right? friends. i already know that i’ll always be in love with you, so why be afraid to lose that bit of you? i’ll always have that with me. you know what i mean. you know exactly what i mean. like how strawberries lose their red when bitten into, like how clouds lose their droplets when they’re heavy and waiting to burst, like how blueberries aren’t really the color blue, but rather an inky-purple that tries to paint words onto your tongue when you’re trying to guess my favorite way to see you. i think i understand now. when you tell me that you’re my best friend, when you told me that we’ll always be in love, when you told me that you’ll always be there to hold me down, when you told me that no matter where we go from here— you are the only person that has made me believe that the word forever wasn’t just invented to fake a moment as intense as to infinity and beyond. you pressed your body into a poem and kept it hidden inside of a paper crane that had the words i love you written on the neck of light breaths, the air surrounding your name has always been mysterious to me. i’ve missed that. did you know? i’ve missed being in an engaging conversation with you— and i think that’s my fault. i like to keep things short at the expense of depth, and maybe that’s a shallow flaw trying to catch a scar clawed into my flesh, tiger striped shoulder blades, mechanical as i have been during my darkest nights, you always pushed me through my highs and lows and baby, i’ve been low. i haven’t slept yet and i wanted to tell you thank you for talking me to sleep, i wanted to tell you that you were beautiful with my words, with my voice, but instead of that— i left the call with my silence and let my eyes do the whispering, i wanted you to see me instead of hear me, even if only for a moment, at least in that slice of time you knew that i was yours and you were mine cariño mío.
— you look the most gorgeous when you speak about the shit that you love and that will always be your sexiest quality to me.
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hkriots · 5 years
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tell me when i’m in the wrong, and i will make the proper preparations to take care of your heart. tell me when you’re lonely, and i will try my best to make you feel at home. tell me when you need me, and i will make my best impression of the sun and spread through your room and keep you company during the earliest part of the morning when you’re the most vulnerable— i can deal with all of it once i see that smile of yours
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hkriots · 5 years
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last night was tough and i use that word extremely lightly. i never thought i’d ever have to cry that much over a simple thought, but maybe it was the thought wasn’t so simple. losing you? i couldn’t even fathom it. you told me the story about the red string and i’ve always had a soft spot for that story because i grew up watching shows about it. that’s how i learned vietnamese, did you know? my mother’s tongue was not taught to me traditionally, i watched shows. i don’t want to lose you and i know that you don’t want to lose me. dear lover, how is that heart of yours? is it still light and tender? do i still make you feel loved? i know the last few months were quite the experience and i don’t know where everything will lead us, but i am 100 percent sure that no matter where we end up— home? home will always look like you.
— 8:11 PM, a sore heart that needs your attention
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hkriots · 4 years
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i know the sun kissed your cheeks today, fair-skinned woman with caramel petals trying to make amends for how the weather doesn’t always work out for us— but i’ll always prayer for your health. your lips look like they’ve been wanting to tell me things, letting go of the birds isn’t always easy. i’ve been listening to them chirp their songs, flapping their tiny wings into little poems shifting back and forth before bed— i’ve been meaning to tell you that i miss you and how badly it pains me to not know if you’ve been kissed properly. i can only tell dreamland to send my thoughts your way, you’ve always been there for me and i can’t ever take that away from you. i know the sun kissed your cheeks today, fair-skinned woman with her caramel petals trying to expose her deepest secrets to the brightest parts of the day— i’ll always find my way home.
— a songbird left to her devices
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hkriots · 5 years
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it was so nice actually getting to spend time with you. i didn’t realize how important seeing one another in person would be until i finally got to see your smile face to face. it’s completely different. of course, right? i don’t want to spend anymore moments wondering about where we’ll go from here. i have a gut feeling about you. you’re like a bed time story that i’ve always wanted to hear right before bed and i know that things like love isn’t always a guarantee. but i feel something about you,
something about us
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hkriots · 5 years
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to my lovey dovey and adorable cute girlfriend that i will call my wife some day,
i love you.
did you get that?
yes, you reading this text with your small black beady eyes who is barely awake.
i’m going to marry you.
did you get that?
yes, you reading these kind words.
i love you. i love you. i love you.
all of you. i don’t need you to be perfect. i don’t need you to always be happy. i don’t need you to be anything that you’re not. i want you to be frustrated when you are, and i will accept you. i want you to cry when you want to, i will accept all of the tears with you. i want you to laugh out loud when you want, i will adore you. i want you to say what you feel and be as you are, it’s you. i want you to express yourself to me, even when we’re alone or together, it’s okay. i have my best friend and i’m at peace. even now. it’s 7:22 am your time and you’re sound asleep from my voice from earlier. i can almost cry thinking about you. there was a time in the last few years that i thought i was truly unlovable and then you came along and we’ve had our share of problems, and i’ve made mistakes. but you? you wonderful woman you. i’ve watched you grow and i’m still doing so. you’ve never shamed me. you’ve never guilted me or pressured me. you just put faith, hope and dreams back into the constellations— i once heard a story about conspiracies spoken between all the wonderful palettes and hues of the blackness of the starry night, oh how they whisper your name. when we sat in the hot tub the other day and you told me about Cassiopeia and Orion— i want that. the rest of my life. i want to wake up to your smile. your morning breath. your mitosis. you’re honestly so fucking cute to me. and yes, i’ll always chase after maple leaves so you can laugh at me. what is love or even true love, if i can’t be silly around you? i fell in love with you again during our anniversary night when you turned around and smiled at me with your root beer float that you’ve been trying to get for the last few days. watching gobby with you felt religious, i saw god during those few sweet moments. i have so much to say to you, but i didn’t get to say enough. i guess i wanted the physical warm embrace so badly that it just slipped my mind. my love, i have a thousand words filled with torn nights of sleeplessness waiting for your posture to hold me back to bed. they say that i’m a madman because i don’t ever shut up when i write, but a sweet girl once said that i’m her watercolor poet who doesn’t know his own stride, his own paintbrushes because i am simply a color that doesn’t exist. i am every color and no color all at once, something completely serendipitous. my darling, my lover, my baby, i got you inked over my chest to keep my heart safe until i die. i mean it. you’re always going to be right there no matter where i look. it’s right over my heart for a reason. in the world of twilight, i’ve imprinted onto you. i’ve always loved that part of the series. i love that very idea. for better or worse. through thick and thin. you’re my fire princess. baby? i’ve lost my way. sometimes i feel scared and you told me that it’s brave of me to admit so. sometimes i still get sad and you can see it in my eyes— when you’re sad, i’m always trying very hard to be strong for you. i get exhausted easily and i have a temper. i am also envious because i don’t get to see you. i am not perfect. i am human, just like my honey bunny. yes. i call you my honey bunny. aren’t you, mi esposa?
i love you.
did you get that? no? here it is again.
i love you. you’re beautiful and i love you. i will love you when we’re old and grey. i’ll still hold your hands and kiss you in public. i will still make love to you and say your name. i will still kiss you with my eyes closed. i will still tell you about your scent and how much i can’t wait to smell you again. i will also listen to you and shut my mouth when you really need me to listen. sometimes i talk a lot, sometimes i’m insensitive— sometimes i’m a sponge and i soak up everything and it’s hard to look into my eyes without seeing some form of critique or suppressed cold-shouldering. i’m not perfect. but you never once shamed me for hurting you. you’ve never embarrassed me. you always have my back in front of people and i will have yours. we can discuss it behind closed doors. because first and foremost, i have respect for you. i want to become a better lover for you. i want to have a healthy relationship with you. i want us to talk things out. i want us to binge watch kdramas in hawaii. i want us to go into overload mode with food, the best foods. i want to binge watch game of thrones and john mulaney with you. i want to watch cute romcoms with you. i want to understand why you love vampire academy. i want to know why you love modern art. i want to understand your thoughts. i want to know why you love wes anderson. i want to learn more about my beautiful and prided lioness. you’re a leo and we never talk about the star signs enough. but i’m a capricorn and i’m hard-headed, i lost my way of loyalty for a bit. before i met you, i was torn. your patience, your kindness, your prayers, your bouts of need to come and see me during last christmas changed me as a man.
you want in on a little secret? you tell me that i always keep you warm, but did you know that i’ve never felt anything as warm as you?
i don’t need to tell you that i love you, that last paragraph will make you feel loved. my unconditional love. that’s you.
but you will claim that it’s nice to hear it, it’ll be nice to read it—
so i’ll text it again.
i love you.
forever and always,
i’ll always be your h.k.
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hkriots · 5 years
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sing me a little song, my world doesn’t seem to stop when i think too much and lately it’s been hard to sleep without you by my side,
i adore you and i’m trying to better my situation, i don’t know if i’ll be able to do this without you,
i think i used to think that i could, but things have changed for me i guess. i’ve opened myself up to you more and more as the days go by and my lover doesn’t know where to sleep if my voice isn’t heard,
so i’ve been trying my best to make my way home back to you and i know that we’re just another pair of lovers who want to believe in forever and always,
but you know something? i feel really good about this
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hkriots · 5 years
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“she gets sad sometimes and i don’t know how else to comfort her when i’m this far away. so i do my best impression of a lover and ask her if i can kiss it all away. all of the loneliness that leaves streaks of blue beneath her eyes and i’ve been trying to look at it like chalk art from a memory straight out of my childhood, so when she smiles i remind her that the good memories are just as important as the bad ones. and it’s easy to only think of the terrible ones. it’s much harder to remember that you got a chance to meet one another. it’s much harder to be conscious about it. it’s much harder to say, i’m going to smile about this. my darling says to me that it’s okay to cry, so i’ve been telling her the same thing. when she doesn’t want to talk and she’s numb, i don’t stay quiet. i read her random chapters from my psychology and self-help books. my baby doesn’t know that i see poetry in her tears , so i want to put prose onto her lip gloss and kiss the joy right back into her. you see, you don’t need to always be smiling— i’ll hold you when you need it and i’ll be quiet when you’re venting. i’ll listen and i’ll be loyal to you and only you. i know it’s not much, but you never made me feel like i couldn’t conquer my emotions with a simple hush, a simple love, a simple crush. you don’t need to hide from your feelings, because i’ll be the first one to tell you that i’m in love with you. you’re my girl. i don’t need you to be something that you’re not. be as you are. come as you will. do as you please. my love is something that’s unconditional and i’m sorry that i’m not always around, but i hope these words make you feel safe and sound.”
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