I want to believe
even though the flame is hot:
that yesterday
and the previous days
are still melted wax
that hasn't been burned-out

"may happiness go with you, and be happy."

hey, listen to the candle!
they sing along too, but

did you not ask, why
they've change the lyrics?

soon, both of us will know
who'll die at the end of that song

those gone years be smokes
since your name is a candle
then be burned: your
mini-tiny-little-prayers

the air bear the bubbles of fate
an expanding times
will explode like a balloon

but I'm a clown at your party
folded up our memories, into
a globular on my stomach
— stab it at your will!

why should blow your own age? —
until the question was smoke, there's
something remains unanswered
: "Happy Birthday!"

He ate everything in the graying head.

Except the devil and his covenant with God.

The ship slowing down,the vehicle people's entered, a man calls calmed the roar of current on chest split the sound of trumpets.

Many ships in the harbor, and always crossing straits of ripples the heaviest, but they always far away, such as islands that captured by the ocean, the memories floated.

Sea's always blue, like lip beaten
Tongue's closer
Want to say missed​
Longing front of the deck,
but the wind dreadful you're.

One day you catch the sea,
grabbed eye's with no edge, sums up distance that creates but nevertheless

2017

"Why didn't the moon wane?"

Because there,
there was one
who kept hail
his name in a panting
breath and faltering
in the wound that had an affectionate noise.

He can't touch of Kayla's memory
The woman who had been a light
in the full moon
absolute of self-hunt
Death that slipped
from the back aside
softly begin, parting before.

Finally, there are just a fume
of adamantium
that no longer whiff of blood,
leaving a damp smell of wood,

"Because, there are no more weapons in the valley."

2017

1
a singer — he want to go to the moon
and I pinned on his head. he wants
to sing with all the heavenly body
and allege about love to his lover

2
another singer who like to dance
also pinned me on his head. he walks
like a moon — hard to tell the contrast
of black and white from a cubit

3
and again, a singer. I am as cursed
too lazy to go everywhere — to like forever
I want to be pinned on his head — sing along
and dance from a stage to another

4
and I am —
they'll refuse me
if I'm not me
: but do not

even — which burned this hearth
can not break free itself — from
a gin of its own tongue — since
an ember starts from the word "fire"

an opportunity are also promises
will test its own sincerity — on
stirring-fate in a hot cauldron
which vaporized a lot of anxious

"should I believe
on the potion i made — if
that shatter in this frame
is my own fear?"

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

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?