Under the sunset
People busy the mirror looked
Your within.
I am still here
A broken mirror arranged
Because I no longer seen
A baby's face
Who not know how to frown once
because a heart broken.
Under the sunrise
Aggressively people in
Defend and keep alive for self.
While I continued to felt the stretch the sense throne of
Never folded which,
Because I not find myself yet, but this fire keeps licked.
2017
Aug 13, 2017
Aug 13, 2017 at 8:39 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 9, 2017
Aug 9, 2017 at 10:53 PM 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 10:52 PM UTC
Me and the drizzle
Are two different things
Who loves every strand of your hair.
Me and the moon
Are two different things
Who hopes to fall in the pool of your eyes.
Me and the air shiver
Are two different things
Who wants to marry all your embrace.
Aug 5, 2017
Aug 5, 2017 at 6:36 PM UTC
HE stroked a white cat. The cat slowly turns into a cloud. He was about to cup the cloud but the whole cloud came into his eyes. She became sleepy and fell asleep.
The cloud that had entered his eyes became cloudy outside his eyelids. He dreams about a sheet of sky that will rain. Then woke up with slightly wet eyelashes. But it was not the tears.
*HE:
Who cried in my eyes last night?*
He did not see, the cat or the cloud wanted to answer but they were stuck in a holy book that on one page of inserted a brochure course an easy way to reach the paradise that has been long past the date of its operation.
Aug 5, 2017
Aug 5, 2017 at 5:29 AM UTC
Please
Pick up my call
For the sky will fall
And the last thing I want to hear
Is your soul.
Aug 5, 2017
Aug 5, 2017 at 3:59 AM UTC
We sat side by side that evening
:a pair of lost children
before the menu list of dining.
Looks like I'm the only one
who can hear your heart throb
looks like you're the only one
who isn't bothered by ugly music
in that tea shop.
From where does this nervous start?
Eight kilometers ago a greedy fate
swallowed all holidays
and postponed journey of prayer,
delaying your arrival in the reach
of my helpless desire.
Though you finally arrived
and we sat side by side
all evening, the cracking
weather at the end of the year
did not stop sending a signal
to the trembling cup of tea in
my hand.
The conversation is like a wraith,
because words already we keep
in faith.
And in the arch of your cheeks,
twilight becomes innocent
Like a single little sin
that slowly being forgiven.
Aug 2, 2017
Aug 2, 2017 at 8:21 PM UTC
THE cypress trees there translate
season into color.
A line of boulevards for guests like
me: a hungry one.
I may know what it is
they plan.
Splash and swish. Sweet. Ripples and
breezy. Lyrical.
After the song I used to remembered
and always wanted to hear.
I may know what it is
whispered the water to the wind.
Aug 2, 2017
Aug 2, 2017 at 12:29 PM UTC
raindrops
are just
tears
of fallen Gods.
for these Gods
will never learn
the art of falling,
so they just leave
the falling
to crystal clear
water.
Aug 2, 2017
Aug 2, 2017 at 12:04 PM UTC
Oh anyone, shout loudly in my mind
Because these waves are around
And the time machine is this town.
Neigh of horses, the gambus melodies
Each other competing their memories
Cacao, copra and cloves scent, who will arrived first at the commoner tiredness end?
The wooden ship had left the dock
While the farewell is like a rainbow
That turned away from deserted land
and rock and hollow.
The sky is half frozen
The bay breeze screamed
On lightning and lighthouse
But this town is still and tough
To chanting prayers
for the strangers
So that they can healed from conflicts, From politics and any love story
which made of ****** and melancholy.
Aug 2, 2017
Aug 2, 2017 at 10:33 AM UTC