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Jonathan Nguyen || Year 4 @ UIC || Finance Major || @selahvee

quickly and surely:
everything’s changing,
and it’s not for the better. 

lost souls

Vagabond leaves fall from their perfectly nestled homes
free-falling with decorative dreams and the highest of hopes
They embrace their coming of age. 

Reminiscent of greener times, the world becomes a little ginger
tinted by rays of Dante’s Sun, they fall toward upwardly pointing grass.
Spiraling towards Hell while the opposition looks up
Never has life been this lush.

I am not lonely in a quiet room,
Nor in the empty hours of the night
Nor tremble at the heartlessness of light
Nor hesitate in walking toward my doom.
I look with pain at life and yet assume
A never-shifting fearlessness of eye.
Although on slender pallets I shall lie
Alone, I shall not cry within the gloom.

This while you love me only, understand!
This while you still remember white-hot fires
We’ve made and walked through fiercely, hand in hand
This while you still extinguish my desires -
When you shall forget, or die, or go away
How I shall be alone, I cannot say.

an ode to finals

the redolence of anxiety storm through the residence halls,
how does one function without Ritalin or Adderall?  

pregnant with hopes and engulfed in dreams!
Come at me! Give me your worst, finals! 

My notes… canont undresatnd… feeilgn dylseixc
one more semester where my GPA decided to be anorexic.

To give him all my worries and doubts
To cast aside all my fears
To trust in one entity
                                       I am not worthy.

Christianity isn’t meant for those who wish to remain comfortable
Christianity is meant for those who are willing to trust in him
Christianity means that you are a follower of Christ
                                       Sometimes I don’t want him.

You shall fear the LORD your God
Whoever does not love does not know God,
because God is love.
                                       And I need him.

 

to my best friend

Memories of a not so distant path trickle through my veins.
Short-term nostalgia; it exists, if only in my brain.
Smile. A promise of eternity.

Hundreds of restless butterflies continually surface
Minutely, in my stomach, as if it were our first kiss.
My heart swells every time you turn to me.

Yesterday’s memories, today’s adventures, and tomorrow’s endeavors.
As cliche as it sounds: I’m willing to do this forever.