There was once a man
Who looked at the moon and asked
"Is there anything I could ask,
that you can answer?"
There was no reply,
as expected.

The next morning, there was a dog.
The man crouched down
in front of the dog and asked
"What are you up to today?"
The dog walked past,
as expected.

In the afternoon, there was a girl.
She was sitting on a bench in the park.
The man sat beside her and asked
"Are you waiting for someone?"
She kept gazing at the sunset,
as expected.

Night falls in a pub in the city.
There's a drunken man, had many bottles.
The man approached him and asked
"Is something the matter?"
The man finally collapsed after too much drinks,
as expected.

Lastly, in a room there are antiques.
One is a mirror in an intricate frame.
The man looked at the mirror and asked
"How do you feel today?"
There was no reflection,
as expected.

f collapse.s: the mantra
I am void.
I am void.
I am void.
I am nothing. Nothing. Nothing treads.
Emptiness created. Nothing treads.
Emptiness created. Nothing treads.
Emptiness created. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing is destroyed.
You yourself collapse.tra
I am nothing treads.
Emptiness created. Nothing is destroyed.
You yourself built, yourself collapse.estroyed.
You yourself built, yourself built, yourself collapse.ads.
Emptiness created. Nothing treads.
Emptiness created. Nothing is destroyed.
You yourself built, yourself built, yourself built, yourself collapse.apse.othing is destroyed.
You yourself collapse.ng treads.
Emptiness created. Nothing treads.
Emptiness created. Nothing is destroyed.
You yourself collapse.reads.
Emptiness created. Nothing treads.
Emptiness created. Nothing is destroyed.
You yourself collapse..
I am empty. I am nothing. Nothing. Nothing treads.
Emptiness created. Nothing is destroyed.
You you

Natsuki baked some cupcakes.
She left them all on the tray.
A blink of an eye,
Sayori dropped by
and took the whole tray away.

Bleakest drape inescapence.
Impertinent involuscence.
Stemming from a copulent.
Incongruent malocculent.

Plead among no relent.
Populate incompetent.
Unvaried fraudulence.
Clarity accomplishments.

In foggy eyes, the view reset.
Across the smoke, a sober fret.
A mind that rose from utter death.
Again to draw, refreshing breath.

Thicc thighs are a ******* curse.
Makes every bed a ******* hearse.
Thicc thighs are a ******* bane.
Every mile walk's a ******* pain.

Thicc thighs aren't so ******* well.
Sitting properly; ******* hell.
So unbestowed, be ******* blessed;
thine com-*******-fortably rest.

Potatoes, chicken, milk and some broth.
Those are ingredients I brought.
for a hopefully well done dinner,
that the home could enjoy together.

Mince some garlic, dice the potatoes.
Preheat the ***, add oil. Here it goes.
Garlic then potatoes to the ***.
Some salt and pepper to hit the spot.

Prepare the broth, and then the chicken.
Add the chicken. Then some stirring.
Add the broth and start with the boiling.
Lower the heat and do some waiting.

Check it some time, and stir it a bit.
When it boils over, lower the heat.
About 30 minutes, it's now done.
**** heat. Add milk. Stir again. Have fun.

Ah the stillness.
I start to feel it.
The strain it causes my joints
hurts the same
with the friction of motion.

Ah the strings.
They start to feel it.
The tension from the stillness
will force them
to break
like when it controls my limbs.



The strings eventually snap.

My arms turn limp.
My legs turn limp.
My neck turns limp.



The joints then soon cracked.


My arms fall off.
My legs fall off.

My head falls off.

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This day, I made an oath to the sky,
that ever lasts as time passes by.
A promise of love somewhat too sheer,
but full of hope, I've left all my fear.

For in morn's sun, her smile's so bright,
like her dark sparkled gown in the night.
In the days of clear, she melts my pain.
Or my sorrows washed with tears of rain.

I swear of a love so deep to her,
that my name, my self sooner weather.
To reward her grace, I am to give,
love beyond this life I have to live.

A morning haiku
About my food for breakfast:
Scrambled eggs with toast.

A spark...of enchantment
when I first met you.
A kindled passion
As I get to know you.

A burning sensation
everytime I touch you.
A bright emanation
of the inspiration I get from you.

A spark of jealousy
when someone else comes near.
A scalding tongue
I didn't intend, my dear.

A dimming light
I earnestly try to rekindle.
An extinguished hope
Is the fate of this candle.

Why
Why
did you

Why did you have to **** him?

Why did you have to **** him?
Did he ever do anything to you?

Why did you have to **** him?
Did you want my attention too?

Why did you have to **** him?
Did I make you mad for something I do?

Why did you have to **** him?
Did you know he was my only friend too?

Why did you have

Why did you have to **** him?
Why did you
Why

Why


Why


WHY

WHY
**WHY


WHYHWYHWYWHY
WHYWHYWHYWHYWH­YWHYWHYWHYWHHWHYWHWYHWYWHYWHYWHWYHWYHWYHWYHWYHYWHY

Making the most out of it.
Everyday finding new things
An adventure of old and new tales.
Never a dull moment.
Indulging in experiences.
Nabbing every delight you can get.
Getting ready every night for tomorrow.
Loving everyone and everything.
Exciting to the core.
Surprising us with new challenges.
Seeking our selves over time.

Whatever you see
Whatever you try to see
Is never more real
Than what you see behind
Your eyelids.

                                     *Whatever you feel
                          Whatever you try to feel
                                     Is never more real
                 Than the sensations made up
                                      When you dream.

Whatever you think
Whatever you try to think
Is never more real
Than the chaotic jumping
Of electrons.

                   *Whatever is real
           Whatever tries to be real
                 Is never more
                                           than
      The chaos
                         that bears fruit
                                                     to it.










                   And takes
                                      it



                                         back.

A disjointed mind can write
Disjointed poems at best.
I now write again because
Because finally my feelings
Are at unrest

I'm back once again
To being lured
Being lured to linger
Linger upon failed affection
What wrong had occured

A foolish habit
Since my spark of the first
A nuance in motion
Motion unconscious
Knee-**** reaction of the worst

If it weren't for that
Both feelings hurt quite badly
Quickly it will mend
Mend that it won't spiral
Into subtle agony. But sadly


Not.

Happy thougxts will make me smile.
Happy thoughts won't makx me sigh.
Happy thoughts stay for a whixe.
Hapxy thoughts bring ** so high.

I woke up one day. As I washed my face,
remembered that there's a quiz today.
Thought I would flunk, but got an ace.
Then the rest of the day went okay.
And thought things do soon fall into place.

I woke up next day. I rushed to the place.
To where my girl is. I am terribly late.
Turns out I made it, just a minute waste.
Then the rest of the date went okay.
And thought things do soon fall into place.

I don't know
                         what has gotten over me
        when I took your hand,
when you showed a smile,
        when I locked with your eyes
                  when you stayed for a while.

I'm driven around
          in degrees, radians, gradients
                                        like a rolling pin,
                           like a playing record,
                    like a roll of tape,
like a difficult word.

It's too absurd.











                                           **I'm too absurd.

Warm...Warm...Warm...
Warm. Warm. HOTHOTHOTHOTHOTHOTHOT
HOT. HOT. HOT. HOT...
HOT. HOT. HOT. HOT
HOT. HOTHOTHOTHOTHOTHOT
HOT. HOT...HOT...Warm. Warm.
Warm...Warm.

before

there was once someone
someone who once made everything
but now can make nothing much
than what he made

there was once someone
someone who once knew everything
but now knows nothing much
than what he knows

there was once someone
someone who once sees everything
but now sees nothing much
than what he sees

now

there is this cycle
a cycle of everything making the maker
a cycle of everything knowing the knower
a cycle of everything seeing the seer

there is this cycle
a cycle of the maker making everyhing
a cycle of the knowing everything
a cycle of the seer seeing everything

soon

there will come a time
the maker will make
the knower will know
the seer will see

as once more

everything
was
is
will be
nothing

At the height of vertigo,
a frightening thought avails.
That my secretive nature,
is actually a thin veil.

Just a fragile piece of cloth,
protecting me from all shame
for I easily get hurt.
And now, it had seemed too lame.

For this playground of a heart
wishes not a time to waste
for brief, empty whims of lust
but yearns a lasting embrace.

I will not turn back,
for the past I had is full of regrets.

I will not turn back,
for the path I now take is of my choice.

I still will not turn back,
for the future holds the reward I deserve.

No matter how long I have to wait,
Or how distant we are from each other

No matter how many times I must,
Or how much it hurts, I am always here.

I never left and will wait for you.
I will wait for you my dear, I miss you.

Am I boring you?
I know I am. But I wish I'm not.
We really have nothing to do here.
I wish we have something.

Am I boring you?
Our interests don't even align.
But I'm glad enough there's a few
that we like together.

Am I boring you?
We barely talk. Since we just repeat.
I've talked about almost anything,
you're not even listening.

Am I boring you?
Tell me, did I do the right thing?
Keeping you here with me...
feels like a prison now.

have you ever thought
about the possibility,
from the p̡o͢re͟s̀ ̡o͠f ͘your ̧s͟k͠i̡n͠
͝sóme͝th̢i̵n͢g̴ ́see͟p̸s ̛out͜?

a̧n͏ o̷oz͘e̢ s̕o̴ t͏hick
a͝n͏d ́s͜o ͠b̧͟ļ̨a̛ck̶̛ ͜͞t̀͜h̷͝a̡t̸ i͏͡t͜͏ ̡͟s̀e͠e͠m҉҉̶s̡͢҉
i͢͡t͏̵͞ ́c̡ąn̶͢͠ ̷a͜b͟s̵͘̕o͘r͝b̶̢͘ ͞an̷y̴t̷̢͢h҉̷̕į̴n̸̡͡g̕͡
̨͝in̢c̵̢l͜u҉͜din̡͘͏ģ́͜ ̕͠͝l͏̷i̢͘g̀h̀t҉͏,̡

a͘n̸̢d̨ ̢̕͠w̷͜o͟͠n̨̛d̨̧e̷͢͞r͜ ̢wh́ỳ̷
i̕͡t̴̨̧͘ ̵̨́͜ḩ̴a͏͘͟s̴̛͠ ̧n̛͠͞o҉̧t̷͘͠ ̢̡͞͝e̸̢̛̛a̸̛̕͞͡t̴̡͟͢e͞҉̵̨̕n̴͘҉̷ ̷́̀͜y̸̨̎̂ͥ̃͆̇̔ͦ̇̅͠͡ȏ̷͒̏ͬ̎ͧ̑̎͑͆̔͒̈̾̂̏̔̒͒͘͜͜͟ư̸̷ͧ̿̎̍̀ͣ̕ ̶͊̌̈̀ͪ͐̾̓͂͒ͫ̈́ͫ̎̈́́̕͜͠u̴ͨ̉ͬ̂̈̍̕p̵̵̷͗̂̽̈́̇ͤ̇ͥͩ̅͌̈́̉
͗̆̽̂ͯ̄̉̍ͤ͊̀̌̑ͨ̈ͭ̚͘­̵͖̳̼͉̯̲̩̯̼̜͚̙͜ȳ̶̶̴̧͔̠̝͓͕̬ͥ̿̾ͫ̓̌͂͒̕e̎͒̈́̑ͭͣͤͧͨ̀̉̈́̒ͬ̽͏̫͙͓̞̪͉͈̰̹͔̫t͒­̓ͫ͌ͤ̐͞͏̷̞͚̺͕͚̟͓̞͉̖̣̻͚?̴̦̺͍̫̦͓ͪͯ͊͌ͅ

Fluffy cats on my lap.
Wooden paddle ready to tap.
Sticky cats. Scary paddle.
Sticky paddle ready to cats.
Scary cats stick to my lap.
Paddle. Paddle. Paddle.
PADDLE. PADDLE. PADDLE.
Fluffy cats on my paddle.

I mustered my strength,
I did what I could
Just to have you.

And now that I have you,
I've nowhere to start
on what to do?

I dreamt forever,
A life together.
But now I woe.

You appear not happy
Being beside me,
so I let go.

In every single time I wake up in the morning,
I remember how I miss you everyday.
So, I go...go running quickly to see you, wanting for
another moment of the laughter, fun, and play.

When I'm with you, I'm satisfied enough to smile and live a day or two.
We come and go the usual scenes.
Painting bright the dull and boring days with our own little fantasies.
Our hopes and dreams just floating by in the air to be seen.

Don't matter how far is the distance from each other, maybe.
Don't matter how much time that lacks we are to spend together.
Even if these feelings of ours are to hurt forever,
We are in love while we are far away.

We're still believing in our hearts to meet someday
and in the end, everything will be okay.
Now to think if we are to just come so close even it's for one day.
We are in love while we are far away.

He ravaged me,
quelled the monster in me
that hungers for flesh
and lust.

He journeyed through me.
in my bountiful peaks
and deep sacred valleys
all trekked.

He showered me.
an essence of life so pure
a warmth, enveloping
blanket.

A world explored
in an instance so short
but it lasted so long
with love.

With wrong words
The meaning flies over
Your head

With wrong words
Someone could end up
Dead

Drifting to sleep...
Barely can't keep...
My consciousness
Together

So before my eyes...
Drown me to demise...
Please
Remember

That we'll meet in the day...
In this void I won't stay...
Trapped
Forever.

Don't worry. Don't fret.
I will barely face death.
I will see you.
Later.

Just another day.
I'm idling by the window.
Daydreaming.

I suppose today,
we could come up with something.
Something fun.

Okay everyone,
I want us to enjoy this.
Here's the catch.

Let us play a game.
We will complete a sentence.
One word each.

Starting from you.

Rubber duck.
Swimming on the tub.
Water flows.
Water fills.

Little boy.
Hopping in the bath.
Water splashes.
Water spills.

Rubber duck.
Going with the flow.
Water falls.
The duck falls.

It's a torment to be awake
at a time when you should be sleeping.
But there's an impending fear that comes
whenever you attempt to shut those eyelids.

Is it that you'll wake up late?
Is it that you'll sleep forever?
Is it that you'll miss something?
Is it that you can't wait?

Whatever the reason,
once you're overpowered
the fear will subside
along with your eyes.

Sixteen pieces
Build a kingdom

One piece moving
Moves the kingdom

One piece falling
The kingdom falls
The kingdoms fall

The kings then fall

Seek your own meaning.
Make a crack on your shell.
Seek in your subtle dreaming.
Make your own way out of that Hell.

Break out of your Hell.
Bring with you your dreams, and
Break out of your prison shell.
Bring to your life your own meaning.

Should I tell you that I love you,
or should I not?

Should I show that I care for you,
or should I not?

But, should I share an eternity to venture with you?
To avoid that, I cannot.

...
,
...
!?

...!
:
;
...?

&
...?
...
.

To be quite honest,
I never understand modern poetry,
And why does it lack symmetry,
Nor it follows a rhythmic harmony.

All I see are emotions,
Screaming wildly, randomly, relentlessly.
It's irks to hear them ******,
And hurts to read chaotic misery.

I have forgotten how long I've been staring
at the ceiling of this room.
What I have been doing all this time
is slowly
realizing
that I am inside this closed space.

Right now, with the idea of this space slowly
eroding
in my mind, I desperately move to escape.
But how?

I do not know yet how
to move these stiff limbs,
to have my eyes look elsewhere,
to open a door,
and more importantly,
to find that door.

But I know it is a room.
I believe there is a door.
I believe there is a way out.
I believe I will get away from this closed room,
and its crumbling image
inside my head.