Notes Left Open E-Book

Yuri Lee

• Herausgeber: BoD - Books on Demand
• Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 44

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2026

Beschreibung

In the quiet hours when the world falls asleep, a writer opens their notes app - and leaves the heart unedited. "Notes Left Open" is a collection of raw fragments, late-night thoughts, and whispered confessions written between healing and breaking. These poems and texts capture the moments we rarely speak aloud: the ache of trying to get better but not feeling it, the wish for silence inside the mind, the invisible kind of love, the letters never sent. Every piece feels like a window left open - small, intimate and real. For anyone who's ever written something they couldn't say, for anyone who's ever left a note open, hoping someone might one day read it.

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Content

Prologue

Unlocked screens

Drafts in the dark

Fragments of us

Unread Messages

Pinned Thoughts

Cursor still blinking

Sent in silence

Notes left open

Epilogue

Prologue

Dear Reader,

These poems started as little confessions to myself.

They lived in the quiet of my phone, in notes I typed and never sent, in thoughts I didn’t know how to speak aloud.

I am giving them to you now;

not polished verses,

not finished ideas,

but as pieces of a mind that was trying.

Trying to hold onto meaning, trying to make sense of feeling too big to name.

You may find fragments, interruptions, unfinished lines.

That’s because life is rarely neat, and words are often messy mirrors of our hearts.

I hope you will read them gently,

as you might read someone’s journal,

and that in their rawness

you find some echo of your own story.

Welcome to my Notes.

Welcome to my mind.

-Yuri Lee

Unlocked screens

1) A poet at the limit

‘I’m sorry, I really tried’, I whisper to you in a glimpse of us.

People always want to be put in a poem; a pretty piece of art, their beauty builds the start.

All their charms hidden deep, just between the lines they weep.

They want all their self, captured by another, being figured out -truly- by the other.

But when I look at you, my mind races.

It builds rhymes and eternally long phrases.

For you, I did try to capture you in a book.

But all of you is something I never understood.

And I tried and tried but you take up too much space,

Letters aren’t something that can capture your pretty face.

I like poetry, I really do; it gives understanding and honest words through.

But even if it is that strong, it could never keep up with you.

Because poetry can capture the earth, but you’re far more the whole universe.

Tell me how should I embrace all that? Even though words are all that I ever had.

Poetry has been my favorite way to describe people all long,

but for you, gosh, it might never be that strong.

2) Cruel

It’s so cruel to just stand here,

watching it all burn down.

Fire was my biggest fear,

yet it builds my crown.

I hear a soft crack deep down in my heart,

where once ice parted souls,

a little flame did start.

Throw me to the fire,

And let me take the scars.

The pain is my desire,

And rhythm builds the stars.

A distant whisper I try to ignore,

but just how boats are made

they all will reach a shore.

The echoes get louder, and I finally give in

because the voice I hear is familiar

it says, ‘loving is not a sin.’

3) Not only blue

I don’t think you get it when I say,

‘You’re beautiful, you’re loved’

And all you do is look away.

I don’t think you realize,

How much you healed me and helped me to rise.

You could always hear my heart,

when it silently cries.

When you enter a room,

and try to hide down,

I can see a dazzling gloom;

So don’t you dare frown.

Sparkles surround you, crystals in your eyes

when I am with you, oh, how time flies.

I know this all is cheesy,

but you just make it easy.

I’m just the writer and you’re much more,

for all my poems, you built the core.

I don’t think you understand,

when I say, ‘I love everything you do’,

‘cause all of me is nothing without you.

And my life feels far more colored, and not only in blue.

4) Love

I wish you loved me,

and finally let me see,

how beautiful life is,

what kind of art it can be.

In shadows deep, where heartache played,

I swore that love was just a masquerade.

With walls built high, my spirit like stone,

I thought I’d dance forever alone.

You wove your laughter through my silent walls,

like petals falling as autumn calls.

In your embrace, I uncovered my scars,

you collected each piece, no matter how far.

You came like dawn, breaking the night,

a gentle whisper, igniting the light.

I thought I hated love, but here you stand,

a lifeline thrown, you took my hand.

5) Wound of light

Love is a flower, fierce and fair,

a fragile bloom in tender air.

Its petals shine, but hidden there

a thorn to teach what hearts can bear.

We dance beneath its golden flame,

yet feel the sting, we know its name.

A gentle touch, a fleeting spark,

it lights the way, then leaves us dark.

But still, we reach, despite the pain,

for love’s a loss we’d seek again.

Its beauty scars, yet makes us whole,

the sweetest ache makes us a fool.

6) Yearning in doubt

I long for love, a touch, a spark,

a bond to heal the spaces dark.

Yet deep inside, a fear takes hold,

of losing myself in someones hold.

I crave connection, but fear the cost,

the parts of me I might have lost.

Will love suffocate, become a chain,

or free my soul, unbind my pain?

I reach for closeness, then pull away,

afraid of how much I’ll have to say.

Can love exist without restraint,

Or is freedom lost on love’s complaint?

7) How wonderful it must be

How wonderful it must be to be feel,

a love so deep, so bright, so real.

Like movie scenes that softly glow,

where hearts collide and time moves slow.

I yearn to find that fleeting spark,

a flame that burns through cold and dark.