Tin Nguyen

Category: Loose Thts

  • Night on the town

    Night on the town

    Loneliness wails in silenceIt yearns to grip anything at hand, anything tangible, anything… realFrantically pacing in a circleHoping to hold something close, and tenderly ask why?Why the void, the confusion, the streaming tears of frustrationWith no answerThe legs of logic collapseAnd the night is motionlessNo one is coming.A familiar hand reaches out —Your ownMeager strength…

  • Vignettes

    Vignettes

    He takes a deep inhaleShe swivels her head, glancing over at the anxious face inches awayShe rests her head on his shoulderHe leans his head on hers, soothing her clasped hands Lights flash in and out from a window to their rightTwo solemn bodies in a dark empty roomShe nudges her head deep into his…

  • A fixture of greatness

    Lonely. I think we both were. Me, a boy with few friends and no concept of identity. You, an icon, an empty vessel to project on. You seemed isolated, abrasive, demanding, disagreeable. I felt it. I perceived it. I understood. An outcast — the company of one is often fraught. Nonetheless, you excelled. You dominated.…