what if
you have to disgorge
all this frigid?
--- do not left me!
the bonfire
on your *****
see one's way
to ignite
our solitude
--- pulp
your own jitter!
before sorrow
come after
to the verge
of your slumber
your will-o'-the-wisp
rebound from nothingness
so let it winkers
to my wrinkle
to become the words
: valiant and resilient
as brave as my question
above
Jan 15, 2018
Jan 15, 2018 at 5:13 AM UTC
who needs to learn
to wrap the tides
while the fisherman
cast the net of fire
from the darkest seabed
locked the doors of events
to keep an ancient calendar
still glowing on it's eyes
but within the time
the firts cry came
the lips of the ocean
became reluctant to return
for us to be afraid
to saw the wraith
of the fish
Sep 25, 2017
Sep 25, 2017 at 3:14 AM UTC
I am: fragments and metaphors
surrender, in a poem you forgot to write
until your memory becomes tear-filled
a broken morning maze of the window
but this disregard will remind you
until my name become a mirror
reflecting our bare past, before
you wear that wedding dress
is life a reflection? yes:
shadows of the dreaded days
like a scar on your face
sliced by your own silence
Sep 12, 2017
Sep 12, 2017 at 11:43 AM UTC
after its legs got subdued
for the ages of the sun
so stopped a wonder
at a roughly odd
in which corner
on the doorless temple
the first step will begin?
in which steps
an arrows hit the rain stream
so the count be unimportant?
the numeral explode at the sky of your eyes
it's pieces of fragments got scattered
insert in between the niches of
the womb of a language
but none of us can't
utter an intact word
Aug 19, 2017
Aug 19, 2017 at 9:29 AM UTC
why should blow your own age? —
until the question was smoke, there's
something remains unanswered
: "Happy Birthday!"
Aug 13, 2017
Aug 13, 2017 at 10:56 AM UTC
those gone years be smokes
since your name is a candle
then be burned: your
mini-tiny-little-prayers
the air bear the bubbles of fate
an expanding times
will explode like a balloon
but I'm a clown at your party
folded up our memories, into
a globular on my stomach
— stab it at your will!
Aug 13, 2017
Aug 13, 2017 at 10:41 AM UTC
I want to believe
even though the flame is hot:
that yesterday
and the previous days
are still melted wax
that hasn't been burned-out
"may happiness go with you, and be happy."
hey, listen to the candle!
they sing along too, but
did you not ask, why
they've change the lyrics?
soon, both of us will know
who'll die at the end of that song
Aug 13, 2017
Aug 13, 2017 at 10:16 AM UTC
1
a singer — he want to go to the moon
and I pinned on his head. he wants
to sing with all the heavenly body
and allege about love to his lover
2
another singer who like to dance
also pinned me on his head. he walks
like a moon — hard to tell the contrast
of black and white from a cubit
3
and again, a singer. I am as cursed
too lazy to go everywhere — to like forever
I want to be pinned on his head — sing along
and dance from a stage to another
4
and I am —
they'll refuse me
if I'm not me
: but do not
Aug 10, 2017
Aug 10, 2017 at 7:03 AM UTC
1
in the beginning was believe
above the fate's monochromatic
on a length of the piano's bar
— : in which colors it will stop?
2
you were more fathom, about
— a poetry-like score
— a syllabic-like tone
likewise — as I am-like me
3
there is a clink that you drag
either from the flat or the sharp
— that's half of my grasp
transformed from the sounds
4
— an untraceable of whom — was
sculpted — aligned on an epitaph
— an untraceable of the sounds
you disguised — with the words
5
how — the shift of chromatic scale
sounds like a ***** of question mark
— is it quite likely its arch was
the origins of an earlobe-shape?
Aug 9, 2017
Aug 9, 2017 at 6:25 AM UTC
whichever comes first
an arch or its point
you scratched on
a question mark
can not answer
the question itself
indeed so — even
in languages
which hasn't been created
Aug 8, 2017
Aug 8, 2017 at 3:57 PM UTC