Five senses attracted people in a lighted room
and be one lonely man long I thought
which one I should follow
Wanting my llife to be worth of more likes
I stared at the five senses
wondering which one to please
They say an eye for an eye,
that vision is ideal
but to me vision was blind
The privilege to hear
the lovely melodies of life,
but hearing turned me deaf
The taste of life,
feeling deep the flavor of each experiance
but to me life was tasteless
It is the touch that affects mankind,
a babie's most used sensor
but I only touched rasors
All the beautiful smells in the world,
a fresh flower's beginning
but I ony got to smell the dead ones
Oh,these senses that people follow
vision,hearing,taste,touch and smell
are only to fulfill their materialistic nature
The sixth sense,
the one most misunderstood by mankind
this is the one everyone should follow
The sixth sense,
not instict but a man mind's spirit and persona
a world too small for unmaterialistic virtues.
Feb 24, 2018
Feb 24, 2018 at 10:03 AM UTC
Why do we really live when none of us cherishes and enjoys life everyday?
Why are we the chosen ones to be intelligent enough to act like fools?
Dec 28, 2017
Dec 28, 2017 at 12:20 PM UTC
Once there was a man,
he cried while watching the dawn of the day.
He would rather stay in the shadow ,
awaiting for dusk.
In the nick of time
he worked hard to be backstage
he would not let his face shine
and he danced with life on his own
One bitter tragedy lied this same man in depression.
He didn't want to be the stagehand anymore
he stood tall
and auditioned for the main part.
Chances are he wins,but even if he not,
he will be priviledged to dwell on the dream:
Well,
Dec 28, 2017
Dec 28, 2017 at 11:57 AM UTC
Soldiers trying to escape the fire of my passion
unequipped,they are all gone.
King lost with a face of horror,
I have almost retreated.
It is foresworn
that the enemy will seat on the throne.
As he is about to abandon his crown by force,
he listens to the sweet melodic sound of might.
His soldiers may be walking towards Hades
but he decides to stand tall
and he starts a new killing spree.
When I think my heart,my castle shall go on
my precious beam of hope falls to the ground.
My marvellous king lies still next to my beaten dreams.
Oh foolish king,
had you allowed me to fight too,
a worn out castle would not not be now burning
in the hands of your rage.
Dec 16, 2017
Dec 16, 2017 at 2:30 AM UTC
My family used to be iconic,
a perfect lady as my mother
and a hardworking business man as my father
our house on the top of the hill
was ideal for the thorns that grew inside .
I was playing my own part by being a lovely child,
trying to hide the scars.
But the scars were too painful
and blood kept dripping through my costume.
though the audience didn't mind me bleeding,
the audience didn't mind the thorns,
the audience only cared about the show.
So here I lay
under the hill
dreaming about thorns turning to roses.
Dec 14, 2017
Dec 14, 2017 at 9:18 AM UTC
After all the lights close
and the blinds shut,
Here he stands
wathching everything getting rough
For now he sees the sins of the day
and life's curse entailes him to act brave
This tiny creature ,let him be blessed
to dream big.
Let him feel the dawn of the day
hurt when he hunts his pray,
live for only him
and weep when his loved ones go to deep sleep
Life I am begging you
let him compare thee to a dream
and be an entitled human
in a world of machines
Dec 10, 2017
Dec 10, 2017 at 3:23 PM UTC
Long time ago
A single sin rotted her karma
She had stolen her sister's most loveable item
A long angelic white dress.
In the silverness of moonlight
One dress would become scarlet red
She walked steadily towards her
With only anger shining through her michievious eyes
Now humming like a scarlet ibis
she weaping hapilly
walks towards her pray
knowing that the dress will always be scarlet
Dec 10, 2017
Dec 10, 2017 at 2:11 PM UTC
At the only dead-end
hanging on the edge
If I pretend to have it all
they must ignore my fall.
Swinging back and forth
in the timeless rockchair
I recall the sweet bits of my life
trying to ignore the bitterness of their demons
Had I risked it all,
would the audience still applaud when I fall?
Dec 10, 2017
Dec 10, 2017 at 1:51 PM UTC