come, stay and let's talk. it's a good day to be alive
Burning into flames are our past,
Gazing into crimson gold sunset
Bitterness of darkness,
Soreness of coldness
All thrown into air, dancing with the wind, kaleidoscope of smiles and laughters blesses us with our memories,
We march on now.
With our hands tightly grasped together.
4.21.2019
Skies are azure blue, wind is deep, In tree branches life hums, stirring Mysteries of future, an adventure Calming waiting for its time.
Yet an anchor needs to be retrieved, Apologies unsaid, fights unresolved Blessings and promises forgotten.
Justice stands timelessly, biding its Time, somewhere in these bookshelves, it anchors timelessly.
4.19.2019
Pounding against concrete wall, each beat of a heart resonates
Wishes and prayers of lonely nights Through blistering cold wind,
Smothering heat strokes, It persists, hanging onto the wall.
Beating a drumroll for a dream sure to come.
4.18.2019
Thighs became logs, fibers burning
Ceaselessly, thirst that won’t quench, lungs clenching for gasp of
Air, saliva dripping on the edge of lips, eyes tearing with gust of wind
While the world passes by at a lightening speed, not relenting nor forgiving, rushing into a pin point, ready to blast into a big bang.
Then the peace comes, obliterating everything. Ending the memory.
4.17.2019
Opening the eyes, sunshine shone
A universe in front of the face.
Fumbled with legs, now a pebbled
Road laid ahead, beckoning a
Journey.
Birds of wit and swiftness blissfully
Sang, winds breezed sweet scent.
Fogs of the dark tumble had passed
Albeit scars remain, warmth is welcomed
Alas, we move on.
4.16.2019
Battery has long run out
Bones have become brittle,
Joints have worn out
Lungs are gasping for more air.
But fight goes on like a wildfire in
Your backyard, never letting
Your mind off of it, it consumes
Everyday a little bit of your mind.
Look into the soul of those fire.
Those battles hat we must fight
Raising flags and swords,
We dance together in this flame.
4.10.2019
Ticking,
It doesn’t stop
Ticking,
It’s not going back
Ticking,
It’s going to pierce us all.
Unless it is diffused,
Wisely, with a superior knowledge
Saving us all.
It is still ticking,
We are still alive.
4.9.2019
ven if you build a castle on clouds,
It’ll be alright. Nust hang in tight
Start making basis with hard sweat
Laugh a little, live happily, and listen
There are songs whistled in the air
Bodies dancing in space on ground
Today will pass, another will come.
4.8.2019
Make it your friend, your tombstone
After all, it’s your last bed mattress
Laying your head for one last time
In the end, one must finally rest.
So now: strive. Invigorating heart
Widening eyelids, breath in scents
Of life, confess your love in human
Beings, swim upstream to flow of
Time.
Make your death
your friend.
Do not be afraid.
4.7.2019
Wind breezes through hairs of grass
Softly and unhurriedly it caresses
Feeble body of grass so fragile
Feelings overwhelm now while
It lasts.
Stones, storms, or whatnot is yet to
Come visit, biding their time to
Strike. Singing their songs of life.
Should you fear them so much,
Fear not.
We will work this out
4.6.2019
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