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Jun 1, 2018
Jun 1, 2018 at 4:46 AM UTC
It travels up my spine
My blood seems to skyrocket
Hammering my head violently
This feeling, I can't accept
Nor can I abuse it,
It seems to dry out my instincts
And fill the puddles with regrets of action
Jan 4, 2018
Jan 4, 2018 at 9:16 PM UTC
Revenge itches, where love never reaches,
It itches in the shared cups,
in the shared beds
in the shared bodies,
But never, in the shared hearts,
For these days, they are not shared
All love is today,
Is a folkdance in a folkworld,
With folks one will never truly love,
But pretend to be loving, Living
How lively!
The roads, the parks, the brothels,
All flood with bodies, not souls
For the vessels are empty,
staring at each other's empty faces,
Prizing empty words to one another,
And mocking anybody different,
How lively!
And in such fragrance too,
Some bear to protest,
The lively call them dead,
In which case, dying is more beautiful
Nov 25, 2017
Nov 25, 2017 at 4:14 AM UTC
It is obvious that you wouldn't like her
Her eyes wouldn't shine for anyone but me...
Oct 16, 2017
Oct 16, 2017 at 10:13 AM UTC
I have been alone,
How alone you ask?
So alone,
Even the tears flowed away,
Bearing disapproval to my state
So alone,
That my lungs haven't been polished for years,
With breath shared by a beautiful soul
The windows, they stare at their own scars
The old doors, go either way to closure,
The torn roofs welcome the rain
But the drops fill spaces,
Not hearts
Oct 15, 2017
Oct 15, 2017 at 10:54 AM UTC
Father, I remember
Back when I was in the kindergarten
Back when I used to ride your back
I remember filling my timidly tender hands,
With a handful of love for you
And today,
I see my hands empty,
With my emptied hands,
And your eyes filled,
I realize, that I have grown different,
From you
Oct 9, 2017
Oct 9, 2017 at 11:49 AM UTC
Finding the cold warm
I snuggle deep into the snow
The flakes of which lie and grow
With each passing moment the momentum grows
My lamentation grows and my heart
The one as cold as ice shows
Though not from within me
From everywhere for each flake of snow is where my heart resembles its cold white glow
Oct 8, 2017
Oct 8, 2017 at 11:22 PM UTC
I drink delightfully the cold,
Like the wine, some centuries old
Oct 8, 2017
Oct 8, 2017 at 4:32 AM UTC
Honesty, my friend used to say,
Needs to be pushed,
Dishonesty pushes you,
While his words were handsome,
As much as he,
I dared to reject it,
Though it was in my head already
The sink never fills,
For each rejected drop runs away
Like honesty place at bay
By people, who once were humored in life,
And you helped,
Now they are dishonest,
They are to you,
Cannines you treated, that bit
But you to them,
Are a beautiful cause to life
And a product of their art of dishonesty
Oct 8, 2017
Oct 8, 2017 at 4:26 AM UTC