С_С PoetryI'll paint my pain with meaningless words and phrases
I'll set free these doubted wishes
To be set loose one day, to roam this beautiful world
Where pain can be forgiven and happiness not taken away
In this endless road, one thing is that I want ...
» PhylosophyAll of us are storytellers,
whether to ourselves or our fellows.
Narratives we live and breathe,
some to reveal, some to deceive.
As Shakespeare once wisely said, ...
» OtherThe memories that I had ever,
now belong to someone else.
In the summer I'm cold. In the winter-tender:
an empty mask, instead of face.
There's no way to break my bones, ...
Free versepoetry has rhythm, it has heart
but only when the writer does his part
emotions flow and emotions go
in the unconscious down below
thought is left so far behind ...
» CivilianIn the clutches of uncertain world,
With tears shedding from your lids,
In ages humans bow to gold,
Sleep well you little kids!
Perhaps you didn't reach the coast, ...
OtherThou lips bring poison and delight.
Thou eyes are brighter than the night.
I can stay to hold your hand.
Until we die, burn crimson, dear.
Thou catch is all I needed of; ...
» OtherI drown in your lies and complains,
no more want to see your face.
It's impossible to try to break me,
when already made a space.
The debris are now cliffs and stones, ...
» OtherToday I left you, because I couldn't
Build everytime the life you ruined.
Today I left and sworn no come back;
It cost too much to keep my heart from running...
You never changed, even when ...
» OtherThe perfect time for walking is when the night comes down,
when there's no sunlight, shining on your way;
the beautiful is when, though except a harm,
you just enjoying that alone now outside stay...
» OtherHow nice is a person to be lonely-
all alone against the evils of the world;
from the shackles of the burden to be free... alone to write his dreaming destiny!
How nice is a person to feel sorrow,
to losing something or just part of himself; but it's a part of his temporary life, ...
» LoveWhenever I think of us, what becomes of my mind
Is a mess which I cannot trust; I am suddenly blind.
Every day I just grind, and surely I’m not the first,
But even working, I find, time to think about her.
When she’s here, time’s a blur, moving in a straight line. ...
» OtherDays flashed, but the time seem frozen
Of everything in this world so cold.
Now, when I've lost you. When everything turn blue and the hope was rolled out,
To be okay I can't, because your sorrow don't deserve.
Darkness, light-whichever brighting, ...