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, ...
» OtherDo you know what is like to be
just a dust on the lonely shelf,
with all these pictures left on it;
with vanished colours... thrown away?
Do you know all of the ways I feel, ...
» White poetryBecause my life is an endless story
of a pathfinder, seeking the truth of the ages.
And by adding a little bit of ink
on the sketches of my fairytale
I put some colors on the pages ...