They found a quaint vacation spot.
They felt so much like something but of only a microscopic vision; through their idealist imagination it was so much of a grandeur encounter.

Feel too much but your presence still disappear. Troubled naked eyes; stop acting so curious. Stop being mysterious. The bloodshed love, your psychological fears. A close heuristic encounter.

Those loverlike they ran away.

My highest ambition, hopefully my forever joy.
In my goal and sweat, my proudest.
I choose to point it back to you.

I am feeling movement as you rise
and I sink in the ocean depth.

Stroke
By
Stroke

I will swim

Love is hard to imagine
Love is the hardest to keep
Love is the hardest to give
Love is simple
Love is deep
Love is everything I wish I could do
Love is real

think of me whatever
say of me whatever
because I am whatever

My night ends late
And my morning starts late

*Nocturnal late bloomer

The day I turn my ways against you.
The day I fall short of my ambition.
On the day, cast me not away.
The day, my fellow sisters and brothers pray for me.
That ye may be able to stand strong in my weakness.
For only He can make me, me.

many times i disagree with myself
but
many nights i find myself with the same impression
that the nights are the most beautiful hours of the time
... the quietest
... the stillness
you cannot find in a busy afternoon

The nights
Are the perfect company
For myself

but
many times i am still in denial that there is a perfect time for myself

Critic says...
People muddle at what you are doing.
A crowd is displaying signs of apathy.
Scrutiny is upon you, fear you will be.

Comment says...
"Some people are poorer than your dreams;
  they are ambitiously bankrupt."
"Many people doing the same art."
"Is not for everyone."
"She's just doing."
"Not my fancy. "
"I hate that the idea exist."
"You gotta get love and you gotta get hate for the things you love to do."

I say...
My pleasure is not in pleasing you.

I am ready. Godspeed.
In labour of love, even as a professional amateur.
Feeling ambitious... Getting ready to swim for that.

stroke
by
stroke

I'm poorer than my dreams.
My 99% sweat can't afford to beat $€¥¢
even if I swim for that.

Old enough to be grateful for what you've provided for me.

Old enough to take care and think for myself.

Old enough to say farewell to you.

And old enough to know I am still afraid of losing you.

If I fall...
I might fall off...

I'm thinking...

I want to ask...
Are you alright?

(I am concern)

Maybe you know me,

Perhaps you could comfort me,

Probably shouldn't be asking further more,

Just show me you love me,

You already know that's what I need,

A deeper love between us.

It is easier to have attraction to things.
You can buy it with a 2 year guarantee.
You don't even need to be in a relationship.
Isn't it easier to love things?

a poem of one deep breath
a poem of words that has breath

the words that are left
are a poem of final breath

I don't wish for more time.
I don't wish for more money.

I wish to be more zealous.

We had pillow talks but we don't talk anymore

Not how we used to

Reckless behaviour, too afraid I will be wrong

Closing, you are gone

Holding myself together, lying down on bed

We don't, we dont

I want to be all
often it's not
I have been none
and times to some
but not even one
Once and all at period
...

i love poetry
i don't have to play to any rules
i am free
I am
I am in poetry

If you must; taking a piece of me.

We all leave words in people's ear.

Leave with the best of my words and leave it, the words that no longer speak in the present.

The world inside of me is astronomical for me to finish exploring.

Even for myself I run out of time even for myself
No time for you, where do I find time for you

In your love,
you make me vulnerable,
You make me who I am.

I am not a worthless piece of art.
I am God's Masterpiece.

Our sins are chained to hell
Latter we burn in flames
Back to earth with flammable bodies
Destructive;  we all agree to live by
Hell on earth and heaven in no ones' heart
Chains are caught with fire
The earth is blazing and burning
We are living!

She found a new friend in the clinic room.
Her favourite appointment every other day.

Life is unattended with no one to talk with, nothing else to do.
A little comfort from each session, and still goes on with complaints.

No one knows what is going on in her head...
The pain in her body won't leave her.

Every other day, she is still ignored.
She is still unnoticed.

We're naive enough to be together.
We aren't afraid of losing love.

Push and pull, is that all you want to do?

I'm just a heavy object you push and pull.
The noise is LOUD, I am unclear of your kooky activity.

I sit heavily on your mind, aren't you going to crack.
Talk me up so we can laugh it off together.

Forget it, I'll just listen to my music.

Vulnerable strokes.
Fine lines, uneven lines, thick lines.
All my flaws and imperfection, you can see.
Yet you told me it was beautiful.

Read me.

Read my world.
Read my language.

Read me in a second.
Read me and re-read me again.

Read me like your favourite book,
you placed in your fancy bookshelf.

Read me half way,

Our body, not well love.
Our body dim as *****.
Our body dim to shame.
Our body so use to misuse.

Our body structure to a shape.
Our body sold to pressure and beliefs.
Our body not to our advantage.

Our body not well love.

Our body not to be mistaken,
for being taken.

Our body we will love as it is good.
Our body we do not offer, to a price we have to pay for our own body.

His mind ***** his own body.
He is disgusted with his thoughts and actions.

His mind ***** by the world.
He is disgusted with his perception of body.

He is a victim and a convict.

"I am ashamed. Shameful at the patterns of my worldly mind. "

Sinners with animal desires.
Burning to get burned.
In hell with deadly sin we love.

No weekend, no weekday.
Every day is just another day to live.

Between me and you
We shall not wait for no one.

Once again, its just me and you.
We will do it, without no one.

We don't need no one.
Between me and you, we just need us.

Our desires, undertake between us.

Let me pretend for I fear the after love.
The pain that comes in two.

The pain that last, as long as love exist.

Will our pain be lovable?
Will you be able to love my pain?
Do I want to love you like myself?

Such love is a mess.
Two sinners coexist.

Why do we even trouble?

Let me pretend, for I fear unhappy ending.

Neither a girl,
Neither a boy,
Just human,
With a beauteous soul.

Your validation for subjective beauty, she does not seek for any. Not conform to standard beauty, is she.  

Her beauty is seen with the eyes who appreciates it.
Her true beauty is found only by those who lives in faith and not just by sight.

I wish the sin you did,
I didn't see.
I wish you had hide your demons well.
I didn't want to see.

My highest ambition is to live for God inside out.

You are weak but you fight.
You are strong.

You are strong because you fight your weakness.

You are strong because you will fight again even when you are weak.

You will fight.
You are strong.

I never thought I could swim within pressure from the weight of the ocean depth.
Each dive opens to a danger atmosphere.
Clear blue, deep blue, I am swimming within pressure.

I can swim in the ocean depth.
This is my sport.

I can be your white-haired flower.
If you would be my age-old ***.
We will be together under the name of our Gardener's care.

We don't think about sleep.
We don't think about time.
We think about goal.

We are not machine.
We sleep with achievement.

We never made it pass, our ending is always nothing.
We never had a proper goodbye and we never say hi.
In this distance, we will always be nothing even from the start.

And the moon continues to rely on the sun,
and the next time round you can rely on me too.

Dreams are 99% sweat
I am not ready to swim for that

Deprived of sleep
Derived from one of the black sheep
Lost in the woods
Unable to skip

Close friend could lead to a closed end.