A wise man once said,
if you want to allow yourself a bread,
you need to know how to sell yourself
when he found my dusty grey shelf.
Young Me asked — “What is it that I need to sell,”
and he responded,
“sell your laugh
with a mouthful of pebbles in your mouth,
then sprawl your wings of a moth
and mimic a butterfly,”
“But, that's All I have left!” Young me screeched -
protecting the only vanity I possessed,
which I put on the market so cheap, so priceless
to those who never will to pay,
but I demanded the bidding too high
to those who gave me
a worthless charity,
a careless pity.
Sep 14, 2024
Sep 14, 2024 at 4:12 PM UTC
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Sep 14, 2020
Sep 14, 2020 at 9:04 PM UTC
I saw a ****** of Crows,
ripping off the shining gold of a person.
It has no guilt,
only the shameless beak chants and
denounces
its preys.
Its lense captures no innocence,
doesn't care about the actual right and wrong.
Revelation only matters its joy.
It never uses a weapon,
but it does stab a person on the back
silently leaving no trace.
So, if you see a ****** of crows,
Run away
before it takes away your Everything
Sep 8, 2020
Sep 8, 2020 at 9:25 PM UTC
You were a Love to me
And I was Noone to you.
You were my Day to me
And I was a Second to you.
You were the Everything to me,
and i was nothing to you
Sep 7, 2020
Sep 7, 2020 at 8:45 PM UTC
Baby, you love me, right?
If you do, then please love me Right.
Because I'm right here for you,
Holding your right hand
Staring right into your eyes.
I'm not trying to take away your Rights.
All I want is a permit to stand Right next to you.
Baby, it's a simple request, all right?
Sep 7, 2020
Sep 7, 2020 at 2:23 AM UTC
I see many people
Scared of expressing their feelings.
Too afraid to accept the hatred in their heart,
They wear fake masks of love
Which are completely ridiculous.
But
Man, I promise.
It’s okay to disclose your anger.
It’s okay to reveal your screams in the heart.
It’s okay.
You can do anything-
Anything for yourself.
Of course, I have no power to prevent you being one of the people.
But before wearing a painful pleasure on your face,
please at least remember this:
Hatred is not a sin.
It is a gift from a god,
giving us a freedom to scream for
Our broken bones.
It is not something that is so ugly
That it must be concealed and rejected.
Moreover,
Hatred has been always with us.
Coco Chanel couldn’t be a friend with Elsa Schiaparelli.
Thomas Edison and Nikola Tesla publically criticized on each other’s work.
Some might call hatred is a sin,
But we have to acknowledge that
These amazing rivals had already created innovations and miracles
Because they had somebody to
Hate and compete with.
Man,
If there is a white,
Then there is a black.
If there is a black,
Then there is a white.
If there is a happiness,
Then there is a sadness.
If there is a sadness,
Then there is a happiness.
If we have love,
Then why can’t we have hatred?
Man, we can’t just throw away our feelings into the garbage can.
Instead of hiding your dilapidated heart into a forbidden cache,
Isn’t it better to open everything in yourself
And be free?
Sep 19, 2019
Sep 19, 2019 at 12:34 PM UTC
Smile as if you love them.
Morons would never notice the hidden face.
In the concealment of honesty,
Loving is not a hard job,
Even if you hide a snake underneath.
Sep 18, 2019
Sep 18, 2019 at 11:22 PM UTC
The death fades
and a dandelion appears,
dancing in circle.
Whispering wind
sings the ripening fruits,
full of sweet juice.
Yellow sun
brightens the cold, tearful day,
spreading news of life.
Oh, here it comes!
The haven.
Sep 18, 2019
Sep 18, 2019 at 1:55 AM UTC
If only I could truly love,
If only I had trust,
If only I opened and talked,
If only I expressed tears,
If only I ignored the fake,
If only I ripped off the dark,
If only I killed Lies in my heart,
I wouldn't have lost you.
I'm sorry.
I love you.
Sep 17, 2019
Sep 17, 2019 at 12:47 AM UTC
I remember spring-
My precious treasure of love
And sour acridness.
I revere my spring-
Full of wan doubts and revel-
In freezing autumn.
Don’t worry; I’m fine.
I am here to remember
My spring- my old time.
With heart in cache
And wilted rose in my heart,
I’m here without him.
Jun 7, 2019
Jun 7, 2019 at 3:09 AM UTC