I hugged you, there.
detain you from going
crushes into those constellations
who laugh at the memories that I hated.
then your eyes,
is a beauty that I hated the most, after sky.
because you had placed many question marks there,
that can only be answered by me. of course with guessing.
just like those cloudy days,
which was never be rain.
Apr 18, 2016
Apr 18, 2016 at 2:49 PM UTC
You don't have to understand anything
here, the complete certainty belongs to death
the rest is only gab.
even peace is still looking for meaning
Apr 18, 2016
Apr 18, 2016 at 2:32 PM UTC
at the time, the sun had dimmed
began to fatigue and hurried home.
he said, he will come again tomorrow
he said, his turn is up.
the golden embodiment is now red
and he made the sky purple, bruised
till the sky lost his gallantry,
then made unwilling to meet his sweetheart.
his globular sweetheart
bright white and graceful
who reigned over the dark night
who comes along with millions of other lights
and forever
his love will not be delivered
Apr 18, 2016
Apr 18, 2016 at 1:29 PM UTC
she had been poured all of what's inside of her brain.
filling my empty soul.
she packed.
as if her obligations have been completed,
but it's obvious that all of this is just too early.
because actually she forgot to tell me
how to let her go.
Mar 7, 2016
Mar 7, 2016 at 4:16 AM UTC
the reason im crying frequently is because of the tears that could evaporate into clouds
and become rain that perhaps could berth on your forehead.
Mar 7, 2016
Mar 7, 2016 at 4:12 AM UTC
god,
we need to have a conversation about the rain
The rain is too selfish to let us miss everything.
Feb 29, 2016
Feb 29, 2016 at 4:19 AM UTC
Excuse me miss,
My name's Joseph,
And yours is?
Well,
I saw you across the way and just had to do this
I don't mean this to be the average
spontaneous compliment
That you must receive on a daily basis.
And so, may I have a moment of your time?
If yes, let me start with your eyes.
Feb 29, 2016
Feb 29, 2016 at 4:04 AM UTC
me into you just like a boat that voyaged but cannot be anchored
rolled and abused
drowned and ridiculed
in the middle of ocean space
not lost
but cannot go home.
the funny thing is
i hold on.
Feb 29, 2016
Feb 29, 2016 at 3:56 AM UTC
there's something similar about sunset
the way embers scoff the incenses
there's something similar about the way hour hand moves on the clock.
the way sand changing color while drying up
there's something similar about the flowers furl in the afternoon
the way tears restrained in the eyelid.
and in the same way, you turned away.
so slowly, yet so sure...
Feb 28, 2016
Feb 28, 2016 at 8:05 PM UTC