This is a purple moment
With the sky bare-skinned white
Once was a boy with the straw hat
His story be told aloud,

One upon in a day-end
Decided to sit and watched
The sunset in a purple up-ground
In the cliff by the immense pond
It stretched into wonders
The distance by the miles
His eyes failed to hold it closer
"When I grow, I'll see beyond"
And he did became a little older
I assumed, he would further watch

What did I expect? He is only human
And this world has different lights
Now he sees the darker version
That the pond now matters not
For he won't look beyond the sunset
And not to the promise land
The boy now wanted freedom
So he sailed, never came back.

You have degraded, I was told
I hadn't a chance to stop my thinking
on why it sounded odd
because I write like imaginary
objects I coloured with mud
and nobody understands my writing
no one wanted to read my rhymes
so I tried my best to settle
to simplify my lines
now I am negated for degrading
shouldn't I be given a bit
just a little bit of compassion
for the small me to believe
I only tried to make people
to emphathize my pain

Seaweeds tied my two feet into the bark of ocean tree
Looked up to see my shuttle-ship turned to skeletal remains
with rainbow fishes within

And in my right a troupe of turtles  
murmuring with sea water hymns
And I heard the odd looking mermaids
as they recite my lousy poems of grief

This is a tale but I am not a fairy, not a princess nor a lady
When in reality I cannot swim
And the sands by the oceans are made of rough gravel seeds
I have ****** scratches all over as I watched a sunset--no sun in it

Out of all my shortcomings
I have in me a bruised distorted  "geest"
And it coloured the gravels white, purple to the sunless sky
My feet imagined its wings
and I'm in this dreamless deep brine

My bedroom is a trunk
walled by wood and cement box
This small space is where I sat
from the morning through the night
Sometimes it becomes the beach
and the ocean is what I see
And other times it is all happy
the scenery is something free
But most of the time it is just me
and the color is darker grey
All I see is past mistakes
A blank future that has no end
Have you seen a room of hate?
it's cold but burns
It burns the care