Life caught a baby eagle:
Injured, alone and named Hope.
Fell from a tree; would have
Ended Hope's days probably.

To bring him home wouldn't be
Entering Hope into the
Chaotic world of men,
Home of addiction to
New coined technology
On making men's work easy?
Life didn't has a choice though;
On Hope's left wing was a
**** as big as her index
Yet to be healed by Psyche next.

In the home, with Life's mother
Night and into the day,
Neighbors in and pushed out,
Over the wing they both worked.
Vigorous task it might be,
A life of a bird depend,
Together they had made
Impossible into
Optimistic victory:
New metallic wing awaits the world.

It's hard to say
when the dead despair,
But I feel it now
I feel it everywhere,
in my bones,
in my soul;
The bleakness
of being forgotten,
The sorrow
of being lived without.
But I'd engraved
the wish I share
with every ****** soul
into my stone;
To the lot
that continue to walk
the land of earth:*
Forget Me Not

Hi there,
I see your brown eyes that dare
I see their happiness,
and unpredictable mischievousness,
Warm with crinkles on the edges and all
Promising me an irresistible fall

you there
They said, your brown eyes that dare
Telling me to be brave
and pursue these things I dare crave
Swearing to be there by my side and be
The best of friends with me

hi there
I say to your brown eyes that dare
I see your happiness,
and blatant lightheartedness,
But I see behind those madness and all
That your heart and soul are ready to fall

I'll be here
I wish your brown eyes could hear
I'm now telling you, be brave
Just let go of the darkness you crave
I swear to be by your side and be
Ready for you to lean on me

Sing for me, angel
Lull me to peace
Let the timbre of your voice
Tremble me to sleep

How lovely is your voice;
How the air sits still when you sing
And how the people cheer in joy
With the blessing your voice brings

Yet, however beautiful your voice might be,
Your soul is more radiant,
More brilliant,
Your laughter a testimony to that shine

Sing for me, angel
Lull me to peace
Give me that angel voice
Let's be best of friends eternally

What I have is a mechanical heart made up of gears;
it pumps up oil and artificial heartbeats

It was you who gave it life—
It was you who made me alive—

Even though it's already yours,
I just want you to know,
You're the only one it's beating for.

The moon is shining even in the morn
And I cannot help but gaze in wonder;
If what's made for the night can live in day
Then, why cannot my dead heart be reborn?

You're the wave
That shattered me,
I'm the rock
That stood up to you;
It's been centuries—
I've been steadfast,
You've been patient;
What more proof is needed—
We're perfectly matched

Let's clash until one of us can't take it—
Let our sparks create a fire, even if it shall burn us down...

Let us not be afraid of our fate, as long as we'll both be facing it—
'Til the day we both fall down...

Then—there—we shall confess—
Until then,
Let's pretend

Each droplet of
   tear from me shall shine,
My beauty
   shall stand tall,
I shall bloom
   to the happiness of those I love,
And my love shall stay the same
Until I fall.

We are alike skies,
In this world yet out of this world.
The moon, the sun, and the stars,
Represent what's inside
the good and bad floating in us
The low and high

But you are the sky
That holds my eyes.
You trap my heart,
Wrap my attention in a leash;
I follow you everywhere you go.
You always make my heart skip a beat
I don't quite know why

When you are the midnight sky,
The blackest soul I've ever seen,
And the embodiment of night—
A black hole for a mind;
You take all in and mess it all up.
And I know that you could bring me down

You are the sky
That's fear and darkness
And you have a star for a heart
That defeats everything.
You battle fear with bravery,
Not blind to it obviously.
You never hide your suffering
You're untainted by lies;
Noticing you is the proof that
The stars get brighter
when the sky gets darker

In days of doom
Bloodshed and hopelessness
In days we finally stand alone
Is when we make heroes of our own

Illogical, crystal clear--
this contradictory of fear--
I am caught for one precious moment by
the horrible visionary
of my grotesque fate

How do you rest
after the days
that spins your mind
Into unrest;
Is there a place
that nights are kind
Is my distress
can't be erased
and redesigned
Into a zest
that I dare taste
the hope to find
From a hopeless
pile of 'today's
I can't unwind

The man by the flowers
is giving with his tender care

The woman by the shelves
is giving with her dusty hands,

Him, by the trash bin,
gives with his inconspicuous hard work

Her, by the street, gives with the brightest smiles

Them, by the office, gives with their protective minds,

And father gives with his visionary love.

Mother gives with her fine-honed instinct

Sister gives with her passionate dreams,

Brother gives with his inspiring character

Nephew gives with his contagious laughter.

You and I, by our flowers, by our shelves, by our trash bin, by our street, by our office, with our care, with our hands, with our work, with our smile, with our minds, or our vision, or our instinct, or our love, or our dreams, or our character, or our laughter,

We give.

Then fear comes
with exaggeratedly elongated fangs
with gasping breathes and hungry growls in the background
Whose feverish savagery is snapping at my heels

"You're sorry"
You tell me
But I've run out
Of forgivenesses for you
"You regret it,
You'll never dare
Do it again,"
But this time the hurt's still there
You ask me
"Where does it hurt
I'll make it better"
But this time you won't
I miss you
I admit
But I won't miss
Each tear for this bliss

In darkness I am free
In light I live in false security

They say the shadows flee from the day
But they only retreat in my mind

I feel more horrors in daylight
Than I see them in the night

All I do all night long
Is play our song;
Lyrical,
Musical—
I sing to you:
Here's where you belong

A dark heart
full of pride, and fright
For what has been there
Out to hunt her

A lock was thrown
that could really unlock;
The only key
to her heart

She thought it was lost
Nobody could ever found
For it was with
the beast that left her

Yet there’s this stranger
who dared to come close
Dressed with light
with the sky in his eyes

He was just another beast
Out to feed on her
But he was now inside her heart
with just the simplest gesture

A joy that could ****
He said was his gift
So true it could burn;
she’d burst into flames

Shall she take it
then she would turn
into ashes:
a joyful burn

Gladness for the door
that he opened
For her escape,
She took his gift

It truly burned
But she didn’t burst
She just warmed
into glowing wonder

Such was his gift,
she gave him a kiss
And he asked if she would
be his joyful ever after

O how a comfort to exist in sleep
Lovely oblivion so many receive
But so few appreciate

O how true mercy is my friend
Hugged in the arms of weariness
A moment restored from anxiety

O what freedom brings these words
The language of my soul
O what merriment

To read my thoughts on page
Written by another hand in haste
To finish a statement,
To release the containment

O how painful to awake
To rush back to a world of hate,
Hate for greed, lies and disfigurement

And let go
Of this peacefulness

In the breeze, you are there,

Atop a tree as I sit, I feel you caress my hair,

In the sunset, you show yourself;

You're the crow flapping its wings,

And every flap takes you high—

Farther and farther away from me.

That time that it
rained,
There was suddenly a
soothing of the pain
From your breathless,
ever struggling chest,

Washed, cleared away
by this brief, miraculous event,
By the mere thought of
the heavens crying in your stead.

It’s fall
And it’s raining
Outside and you haven’t
called;
I’m faced with doubt—
Your image is fading
like the mist
on the glass stained
with
words I’ve traced:
“I want to say I will stay
I’ll wait”

Give me a reason not to go away.

for you
i can love, i can dance,
i can spin around childishly

i will, if i have to,
pass my limits:
i will fight any enemy,
i will face any fear,
i will be willing to change
myself

i can be that guy in
a number of first dates,
i can be that guy
in the sinking ship

i can prove my love,
put me through a test

but you never say
you don't demand
you just spend these idle times
with me
as if you already understand

We,*

broken objects,

Don't like to stick to unbroken ones.

Because, we don't like to feel broken.

And the closer we get to you, to your part of the world that's no longer ours,

The more broken we feel, and the more broken we become.

But if you drag me back into that world yourself, and never let go of my hand, and demand I stay by your side,

I'd probably remain broken for the rest of my life.

floating...
white noise...
coldness...
so bright...

numbness...
closed eyes...
speechless...
too much...

white clouds...
vast skies...
bound here...
can't fly...

smiling...
hurting...
frozen...
lying...

moving..
stilln­ess...
turning...
falling...

so weak...
so sick...
so meek...
so wrong...

"be busy"...
"be something"...
I get it...
I'm nothing...

nowhere to go...
running away...
I wish for...
a gentle place...

dreamless...
wretched...
childish...
end this...

"move on"...
"can't die"...
who decided that...

breathing,
drowning;

loving,
killing;

crying,
living;
­
crowded,
lonely;

what's the difference

When the lights
go down
and colors
burst
profound
thoughts
replace
the numbing
days

I am a hat,
hollow
and overflowing with drops of rain,
my use depends on everything else
but myself,
and my hobby is to hang
and wait
and be tossed about
until finally I'm used up.

From up here I see clearly,
the landscape of what we might call home,
I see the millions of lights that belong to multiple lives
in this city

Don't let me be alone,
don't let me fall

From this towering height.

I'm trapped inside my dreams
I don't think I can find the door

Don't let me be alone—

I feel the billowing wind between my toes,
I cover my ears against the cold

Don't let me fall—

I think I hear your footsteps
I think I see your silhouette
But the sound and colors blur

From this towering height—

Break me from this dream
and I won't let go, I'll be all yours

. As long as you're by my side
I can be in towering heights.

I feel like my life
is a house beside the sea
Not because it's going like a breeze,
or I'm forever in a vacation—

But more like
every tidal wave
can swept me away,
at any time,

And the windy gales
can tumble me down,
And the stormy days
can keep me up at night,

Every flow and retreat,
every whisper and shriek,
the water, from its very depth
to the surface,
is a threat to me.

Yet, there are times,
there is beauty
that I can only see
with living beside the sea

After the storms,
the moon comes out
round and glowing,
And the sky would clear out
to show the stars
twinkling

And I shall see
a vast wonder of beauty
As the water reflects those million lights
And the moon is mirrored in another sky,

the song of the soul
is different from the voice that comes out
sang from the true self
only a few others can pick up
a tune only one, or none at all,
might be able to understand
it plays for as long as a lifetime
there's only one tune
your tune
until other tunes are learned

I search inside,
And cannot find—
A single word to describe,
What I have in mind

I can only feel—
I can only keep
This secret sealed;
Yet I want the words still

I'm kept inspired;
I admired,
Even those awkward moments I desired

I want our time
However short—

I want to know—
Can't let it go,

But I can't say;
If you'll remain
just the same

If you know the truth—
The words I found—
That this is love—
Will you stay?

I’ve seen clearer eyes than his,
but there has never been
a sharper image of myself
reflected
back at me
than I see in his.

The self is the spring of all things—
Of all emotions and feelings,
Of all wonders and dreaming;
Of all horrors and betrayals,
Of all evil and deceptive portrayals.

I pace in empty space
through vacant air
I try to find my mind
in each mote of dust;
I sit, recline,
but cannot be fine
I need to find my mind

This madness within has driven me to
loneliness;
but perhaps, it is the loneliness that drove me to
madness.

My mind is filled
with ***** thoughts tonight
Or rather with
pleasures and desires

I cannot sleep
basking in delight
Touching you sweetly
in my mind's eye

This is the only way
we can be high

I shall dream—
I will not peep
—I'll have you every night

There is the anger, the fear, the bitterness that sprouts ironically
From the heart of care—
If only the heart can be cold; if only it can survive to be:
As cold as care can be.

I dream of love awakened,
Of love unconditional and unbroken
—All kinds I dreamt about—

But have I ever felt it in reality: Doused
In disappointment, I continue dreaming
—All night, all day, forever sleeping—

Of love eternal and enduring
—spared from ever waking.

once you realize
you're different
you wanna be normal

then you realize
you're normal
you wanna be different

Have you ever seen
a car crash?
Would you ride
that same car
after turning back in time,
after seeing the future possibility?
Would you risk the tragedy?

You are the dream
forbidden to me—
too poignant, too peaceful—
too perfect to fall into;
but how could I dare,
dare I resist?
the only dream I’ve
ever wanted to fall into.

Certain that I don’t want to fall;
Certain that I want this.
Certain that I will fall;
Certain that I’m not fooled.
Certainly, the dream is everything;
and I’m certain everything will be ending.

It's the chime in the wind
The calm in the breeze
The crash of the waves

It's the beat of the heart
The words in our lips
The thoughts in our mind

It's the churning of the storm;
The panic of approaching danger
The fear in each day that we'll lose it all

It's the life that we need to make a change;
Simply necessary

Change
comes-in sudden, careless,
and insensitive,
without regard to anybody,
least of all me;
wreckage is all that’s
left behind
and guess who’s
stuck to clean the mess up?

Mindless, forceful,
incorrigible change,
you have no self-awareness.
You also have the worst
timing.
The best timing?
Really dumb?
Or genius?

Amongst the chaos
and confusion
of your wake,
I learn your one
redeeming quality:
serendipity, meaning,
and surprise.
Well, more than one.
And they’re not exactly
qualities.

Still, with you around,
a terrible time can turn joyous;
a seemingly unnecessary suffering
contributes to a bigger,
more beautiful story;
and a commoner
like me
has something to look forward to
in the future.
(Only sometimes.)

Therefore, even though
I beg you refrain from visiting often,
perhaps I may be able to,
at the very least, hate you less.
(No promises.)