Words of an Anomaly

By Ian Anomoly

Words of an Anomaly is a poetry book designed to help people out in many social situations in life. The author Ian SB the Anomoly Hwang says I try to write the words that our hearts keep silent. I feel people will like this book because its meant for the average person that goes through the same situations we all endure. In every poem I express my self freely and openly without worrying about appearing vulnerable or narrow minded. My honesty is the key element in my writing. The book contains poems about love, financial struggles, hypocrisy, deceitful friends and how to make better decisions toward your happiness. There are also some pieces that are just meant to get your creative juices flowing. The author says even though Im focused on recording music and dancing, I wanted to create this book to help others experiencing certain dilemmas I mention in my writing. Also, I wanted to bring a smile to peoples faces The poems in this book deliver a very intriguing perspective on various issues that transpire today. Every written work is composed of witty metaphors, vivid imagery, heartfelt sincerity and innovative ideals that truly explain why these are words of an anomaly.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: May 9, 2011
• ISBN: 9781456892425

Ian Anomoly

“Words of an Anomaly” is a poetry book designed to help people out in many social situations in life. The author Ian “SB the Anomoly” Hwang says “I try to write the words that our hearts keep silent. I feel people will like this book because it’s meant for the average person that goes through the same situations we all endure. In every poem I express my self freely and openly without worrying about appearing vulnerable or narrow minded. My honesty is the key element in my writing.” The book contains poems about love, financial struggles, hypocrisy, deceitful friends and how to make better decisions toward your happiness. There are also some pieces that are just meant to get your creative juices flowing. The author says “even though I’m focused on recording music and dancing, I wanted to create this book to help others experiencing certain dilemmas I mention in my writing. Also, I wanted to bring a smile to peoples faces” The poems in this book deliver a very intriguing perspective on various issues that transpire today. Every written work is composed of witty metaphors, vivid imagery, heartfelt sincerity and innovative ideals that truly explain why these are words of an anomaly.

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Copyright © 2011 by Ian S.B. the Anomoly Hwang.

ISBN:          Softcover                                 978-1-4568-9241-8

                   Ebook                                      978-1-4568-9242-5

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Contents

Acknowledgement

Can I Have Your Number?

Second Chance

Fun and Games

From the Heart

My World

Happy

Random Thoughts

Keep Your Heads Up

Balance

Intimate

Game of Chess

Overwhelmed

Venting Out

My Mind and Your Heart Just Created a Masterpiece

My Type

Enigma of the Heart

Why I’m Single

Fake

A Heart In Bondage

M.O.M.

Speechless

Jumper

Ghost of My Past

Dance: The Illustration of Music’s Imagery

Better This Way

Emotional Suicide

The Game

You Will Never Understand

Struggle

Let Go

Inside out

Thank You

Acknowledgement

I dedicate this book to my mother who always supports me no matter what. I dedicate this book to my father who works hard to support our family day in and day out. I dedicate this book to every person who has ever told me one of my poems have helped them through a situation. I dedicate this book to everyone who gets a tattoo of one of my quotes. Finally, I dedicate this book to Diana Gonzalez. Diana was the one who motivated me to keep writing when I didn’t believe I could and told me I should create a book. Thank you for everything. I did it.

Can I Have Your Number?

Girl… . please allow me to speak before you… . to explain how I felt the moment I saw you… . my body temperature rose and I’m not talking about a flower… . but if you like those I’ll give u 1 every hour… . see you got looks that refresh me like showers… . looks that can turn superman into a coward… . so intimidating… I swear my hearts getting sore… . got me bashful like one of snow white’s seven dwarfs… . I’ve never seen such beauty before… . your fly… . so you don’t walk you soar… . from your pores to your smile… . your clothes and your style… . the 9 months your mom waited was worth the while… . to have a child that would grow like you… . I wish I was the alphabet so I could have U . . . . it’s true I’m just being honest… . I must be immortal because I’m talking to a goddess… . whatever you need in a man I got it… . trust me girl I ll keep every promise… and to be honest I’m really in fear… . if looks could kill… . my family would be in tears… I just want to hug you and hold you close… . warm you up like to toast… . keep you from being blue like lokes… . and learn everything about you… . because your addicting like coke… . see describing you is a mouth full… . I’m about to choke… . I swear I look in your eyes and get a glance of heaven… . I’m losing my mind without getting beheaded… . my heart is a home and I gladly invite you… . and it don’t got to be sunny for me to delight you… I like you… I’m on a highway heading to love… . ez passing through tolls going 160 plus… . with Nos in my engine to pick up the pace… . moving at a speed a rocket couldn’t race… . but its wild because meanwhile you got me dazed… . I can’t see where I’m going and I don’t think it’s a phase… . but it’s ok… . because I’m going with my heart… and I’m told when you have one you can go very far… . and I’m down to be greater for you… . it’s my destiny child to cater to you . . . . allow me to caress you and stroke your hair… . your presence overpowers me this isn’t even fair… . I’m dreaming awake… . I see fields and clouds… . us running together till we fall on the ground… rolling around slowly down a hill… . till we reach the bottom and our bodies are still… . connected we lay… . bodies warm with a chill… now I stare… . simple gazing in your eyes… . not moving… . but my heart feels like I’m on a ride… . quickly it beats… . faster and faster… . emotions taking over our bodies like cancer… . we exchange grins and express our feelings… then slowly we lean in… . then I pause… . just an inch away from your lips… . so I can quickly reminisce and thank God for this gift… . and tell him I’m going to protect you… . because your priceless… . so it took a lot more than money to get you… . then I kiss you… . you kiss me… . this is how I imagine you with me… . and please forgive me if I make you uncomfortable… . but keeping a smile on your face is something I would love to do… . to make you happy I’ll work hard for free… . 9 to 5 everyday I’ll even do O T… . best believe I am not giving up… and I don’t need a break for lunch… . because you fill me up… . all I’m asking for is your love and trust… . and I guarantee good things will come to us… . but before you reply with a nod or mutter… . all I want to know is can I have your number?

Second Chance

As days pass like kids that study for class I sit back and laugh… . not because I find something funny… . but because I need to smile to hide the pain… . anger and strain… . the tears I cry when my problems fill my brain… . flooding my thoughts and drowning my good times making me feel like suicide is something I should try… . see I want to be loved… . kisses hugs all of the above… . so I’m here praying more than nuns… . trying find courage like those who jump in front of guns… . to drop my defenses and open my heart… . and hope the race of my joy doesn’t finish right after it starts… . see people say we can’t travel back in time… . but if that’s so… then how am I living in the past? running from today… . trying to avoid tomorrow… . scared of having a déjà vu of sorrow… . because life is truly an obstacle… . but I’m optimistic saying nothing is impossible but that doesn’t mean it’s not highly improbable… . and the odds must be against me… either that… . or God just loves to test me… . and boy do I fail… over and over and over and over again… . it’s like I never my lesson… . yet I take the same class more than priests hear confessions… . but making the same mistakes isn’t my intention… . but when your vision is blurry they seem real like extensions… . and love blinds your eyes… . so u can’t even see… . so whatever you hear touch taste or breathe your mind makes you believe… . how ironic? I thought seeing was believing… . and you what? Believe it… because feelings are very misleading… . they got you screaming things that you really don’t mean… . frustrated… . shaking like crack feens… . face red without having acne… . heart beating like I’m running a track meet… . its crazy how someone can attack me without even moving… . hurting me more than bleeding n bruises… . having influence on future decisions I’m choosing… so I find myself refusing offers… . showing no love like the DNA… . parents of children fostered… . not trying to be grimy but rather decent… . because I know I won’t expose what’s inside like bulimics… . so I reject and redirect people from my life… . as my warm heart slowly turns to ice… . becoming numb not feeling anything… . frozen and icy as any bling… . but slowly you suffer… . you got it bad like usher… . because deep down you yearn for a significant other… . but then when people apply for the open position… . you check there resume and