| My Poetry maybe they aren't poems by definition... |
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| Secrets I sleep deeply into my dreams, To a world where no one knows me; Here, people aren't real, Nor are the trees and bloodly villeys; Every touch speaks the imagination, Every stroke reminds the awaken world. Yet, there are still dimentions to the deeper, innermost consciousness, Where no one, not even self, can penetrate through there. Truth Someone came upon me one day, With her bright, round eyes, And a skimpy frame. She had a strong, hoarse voice that startled me; for a moment I thought she was preaching at me Then I wasn't listening Only when a coldness slapped the side of my face, I stopped, feeling naked, For my blocking had shattered into pieces I listened, And I finally realized, She was pouring her compassinate Greetings Onto me |
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| Sometimes, after a harsh day, the open sea and the widened sky can bring a smile to your heart. |
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| Sorrow Red, pinkish red sky Hugged the Earth with dread Drops of drew on end of summer leaves Reflected the deadly eyes Of the Universe Not only did the great atmosphere Stopped her fluctuation Also the black holes Ceased to absorb And with an infinite tiny dot Standing in this still air I sobbed with great passion How come you haven't noticed |
| A love story The thumping of my heart The smell of your sweat The touch of your fingers The gaze of your soul Has made me become Truely in love again |
| Our senses... I see an endless sky I hear the shouting from behind I feel the sharp coldness of a butterfly .... |
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| I walk alone when the stars fall bright With all the wind, the air, and the insects celebrating their night Still, I feel nothing but my shadow following tightly after to make sure I am alright Then I see a smile that has been growing in my heart It warmed me up and lifted my cheeckes .... |