muddy roads thin and narrow,
reaching through the quiet streets,
the alley I once grew and cherished
but it does not remember me.
wild plants growing on the sides,
once a kid picked caterpillars here,
it brought him joy and excitements,
but they must be happy hes absent.
a child used to run through this place,
leaving trail of oval imprints.
trashing the earth mother below,
the ground must be happy the kid has vanished.
No one care that he has disappeared,
not the alley, nor the people living within,
he naively thought he was part of it
but when hes gone, no one cares,
no one remembers
Dec 12, 2017
Dec 12, 2017 at 5:25 AM UTC
in a dim dark rectangular room,
there trapped my very soul
alone I sit doing what I must
to live, to learn, to fight.
expectations thickens the clogged air
tightening around my chest
it's hard to breath, it's hard to think
it's hard to know what is for best
mindless like a machine
I repeat the same old formula
to sleep, to wake, to work, to eat
on and on, to repeat.
but as I learn to go outside,
to push those limiting walls,
I learn the harsh truth, my own lack of worth.
and the walls tighten instead.
the more despair binds me the harder I work,
yet through this I realise my faults and uselessness
in retaliation I work even harder to fight against the crushing walls,
until I'm squished by those them, myself.
Dec 10, 2017
Dec 10, 2017 at 12:23 PM UTC
time is the only present I need, yet it flees.
like the blowing sand once in the ancient Egypt wind,
vanishing into the nothingness, along with the nose of the sphinx.
gone into the vastness, the mono coloured canvas.
every second I lament the last,
the unreturnable past,
the fragments of time that fled my grasp,
I hate, oh, alas.
Nov 30, 2017
Nov 30, 2017 at 9:24 AM UTC
The rifts of life mends itself anew,
but always flawed, a tiny crack remains.
never visible to the fleshy eyes
forever there, it quietly hides.
until another fissure gaps wide open
slowly, slowly it'll fix itself again,
but how many scars can a frail heart bear,
until it breaks, and can't be repaired?
Nov 30, 2017
Nov 30, 2017 at 1:00 AM UTC
Hollow abyss of the deep cliff, into the distance the moon shines bright
wind caressing the fresh green grass, festive fireflies.
beating against the rocks below, white bubbles arise,
darkened spots in the starry sky, the end is to arrive.
Nov 28, 2017
Nov 28, 2017 at 11:23 PM UTC
Death reminds me of silence,
elegance, what I strive to be.
quiet and devoid of noise,
peaceful to the mind.
No tangled mess of emotions,
theres nothing such as pain,
no expectations from society
no meaning, no sound...
floating in the emptiess,
as if one don't exist,
but does it really make an difference
since I will not be missed?
Nov 18, 2017
Nov 18, 2017 at 9:37 AM UTC
monkeys giraffe buffalo ape
snail and spiders together ate,
hippo zebra croc'o'birb
emu is the strongest bird.
cats and boots and deers and goose
human do indeed like noose.
Nov 16, 2017
Nov 16, 2017 at 8:07 AM UTC
The empty gap between the line of truth and dream grows thin,
thoughts flee, visions fade, everything begins to rot within.
diminishing values of my own merits, I yet reach ever far
crumbling or shatter, the body no longer cares.
elusive fantasy, dancing phantom of the misty thin reality,
flipping through the myriads fold of solid air,
is anything ever really ever real or ever near?
hush, the it's all dreams now and I'm sound asleep
or is it reality that has begun, and I am now alive?
Are anything I experience at present true?
The friends I have, the belongs I own, the ideal I believe,
when I wake or sleep, whichever is the one that'll disappear?
the abstract shroud of mist never unmasks my eyes
but when the dirt and dust of dream have drifted far away,
how will I know I am wide awake or dead?
Nov 16, 2017
Nov 16, 2017 at 2:33 AM UTC
Emotion is like the waves of the ocean,
one pushes over another, becoming stronger,
until it reaches the shore, diminishing to bubbles,
and another, another.
Happiness, Sadness, Jealousy, Anger,
none are permanent, none does linger,
time is the best cure of all living things,
and wait is a must we adjust.
Sorrow arrives, greeting us the hello,
down there we feel, empty husk a hollow.
the world is collapsing, this cannot feel worse,
this emotion is at it's apex.
But just as all things at it's tiptop peak,
it now begins to fall.
Nov 10, 2017
Nov 10, 2017 at 12:01 PM UTC
greet :: IO ()
greet =
putStr "Greetings! What is your name? "
>>=
\_ -> getLine
>>=
\name -> (
putStr "Where are you from? "
>>=
\_ -> getLine
>>=
\town ->
let msg = "Welcome, " ++ name ++
" from " ++ town
in putStrLn msg
)
Nov 9, 2017
Nov 9, 2017 at 12:35 AM UTC