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leonard zen Nov 2016
So........
take a step back
.......there......
take a look at yourself
......Are you still*  alive?

2016.10.7
EZ
leonard zen Nov 2016
Finn the Northwind is the son of gale and thunder,
    he has cooling odour,
Stephanie the Greenleaf is the daughter of earth and water,
    she has beautiful hair.
They met,by the river,after Finn decided to take a tour on seventeenth September.
    They fell in love with each other with only one stare.

Finn caught Stephanie’s leer,
    leaned over and kissed her,
Stephanie went blush,she required another,
But Finn howled across the river,
    and gone nowhere.

She tried to find her lover,
    by tracing his unique odour.
So she leaned over,
    soon touched the ground…….

    Their tale is whispered by the frozen air,
    When it’s winter, take a tour outside,
and hear.

2016.8.30
EZ
301 · Jul 2019
lifetime
leonard zen Jul 2019
a moment is enough for a life,
for life is nothing,
but a moment in slowed motion
which you display in the theatre
built inside your head.
you display,
as the prolog
of your journey,
you travel
with your eyes closed.
220 · Nov 2016
Untitled
leonard zen Nov 2016
If the Highness is merciful,
then those who are haunted by the gold,
    would be in happiness,
since they're numerous.

    If the highness is brutal,
and we who seek those moments on our own,
    How dare we call our lives a gift,
instead of they're pathetic.

2016.5.26
EZ
213 · Sep 2017
Flooding Boredom
leonard zen Sep 2017
Cigarette heads
Wet tea residue
Dark night would fit this place
Dim sight would add something to this moment

How long have you been away from suffering?
As you are creating suffering to yourself now.
Cigarette heads
Wet tea residue
Flooding boredom

No chatty talking would sugarcoat this moment
I'm facing my decadent soul
And it's luminous past
How do I like the drowning I demanded?

2017.8.15
EZ
195 · Nov 2016
Untitled
leonard zen Nov 2016
Cut off my memory part,
So I am ready to start.
O boy, the past hath no delight,
And lying forward is that we're all going to die.

The intruders may come whilst sleeping,
But not when the night sky in your eyes is dazzling.

So drown yourself on a bright cloudy day,
Greeting the sun that's burning another heaven,
And may your enemies lose their faith.


2016.11.5
EZ
188 · Jan 2017
Untitled
leonard zen Jan 2017
See the moon above you
Casting the remotest isolation
Which the drizzle is mocking with its infinity
Such suffocation you wish could fled
Your heart is an ***** of fire that longing to be set

The walking deads are boarding the coffin one after another
However landing like born once again
Would there be another silhouette of you
On the riverbank and beneath the shining moon

2017.1.13
EZ
leonard zen Nov 2016
Who are you to break into my dreams,
and stir my soul?
You are the truly beautiful,
that haunts me the most.*

2016.11.7
EZ
151 · Nov 2016
Untitled
leonard zen Nov 2016
I built a cabin,
    we talked through night.
You said it's freezing,
    with eyes shining light.

2016.11.24
EZ
137 · Sep 2017
E14
leonard zen Sep 2017
E14
Lightbulb melts the freezing air
Put it outside by the wall
Where the vine stretches tall
A book beneath the nightfall.

2017.8.13
EZ
leonard zen Jun 2020
I knew it's going to be Pyrrhic,
To be tempted by your velvety skin.
Eyes capricious, like the bonfire, lit in a bright chill mezzanine.
They whisper in the cadence of passion,
Flutter onto the distant sea,
Becoming the words of Siren.
Now my soul is poised for the precarious jump,
Into your vaporous maze,
Searching for rigorous salvation.

2020.6.2
EZ

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