THE POETRY MINIMIZES ALL GOODS, SO THEY COULD ENTER YOUR HEART. EVENTHOUGH IT CAN'T REPLACE THEM, JUST DOES A LITTLE BIT DUPLICATION.
ONLY TWO RULES IN POETRY, THERE MUST BE THE HONESTY AND THE TRUTH....
Contents:
- Ghost
- Fatal Obsession
- Don't Be So Sad
- Solitaire's Poem
- For Me
- First Time Leaving Home
- No Need Much Words
- In A Winter Night
- Living Lonely (dedicated to Enya)
- I'm Sweeping
- A White River
- Thank God for These Convex Eyes
- Once Upon My Country
- Only If
- Grief and Remorse
- Wanting To Be Loved
- Rainy Fairytale
- Missing A Friend
- The Dawn Treader
- My 21 (an unsound state)
- Wrong Choice
I created a ghost
A spooky one
And it did it's job well
Haunting me !
* our fallacies and faults are the ghosts for ourselves *
It blows the loves away
And the understanding of truth
- May be the faith too -
It makes anyone crazy
Fatal obsession kills him softly
* too much of something is not a good thing *
The leaves always down
Everywhere, everyway, everyhow
Don't blame the blowing winds
Don't claim the sawing machines
The leaves will always down
The worms will not frown
There'll be an ending
No evergreen
* just learning how to take and give *
I'm in the sunset
Over a distant shore
Watching the sun goes down
And the sand which is so bright
Wondering of what's what goes on
And of something which had left me behind
I'm in the velvet grey
Though no fog hangs the air
The way has disappeared
A prayer holds me in breathing
* awaring that there's no other places to be in but God's *
A bedroom is a heart
A window is a sight
Today...today
When I can feel nothing
And be wondered of what's what inside me
That I will be on my way
Today...today
When something begins talking
And the life stands seriously
That the steps are mine completely
* ...when reaching my 20 *
There's no need much words
On showing
...the dream in every wink of eyes
...the fragrant winter
...the gentle flattery
...the hopes
...or the how big a love is
'Cause the things in our heart will be showed in our sight
I sit on my seat in a winter night
...am so lonesome
...am tired
I wish I could be cold and quite
...like the snow
...the dump
I need the time and room
...to think and cry
...to keep me hanging
The evacuation is my home
They say here is cold and frozen
But they know nothing
Here is a hope to talk with the sky and the stars
Here is a hope...
* I just understand how it'd feel like... *
They say I'm so silent
Have no words to say
Why can't they hear ?
That I'm sweeping
They guess I'm so apathetic
Have no attentions to show
Why can't they see ?
That I'm healing
* sometimes we need to be alone to fix the things in ours, it's just okay.... *
As I walked out home in one morning
And passed over a white river
I believed that I'd be back there someday
After times, the belief comes true
Now I am passing over that river again
But a white river has been a purple one
* only one morning for one day *
THANK GOD FOR THESE CONVEX EYES
How to imagine the moon if we have the concave eyes ?
The people also have to be rush on running here and there to see what happens
And the telescope has no uses at all
Thank God for these convexs eyes
* an ocean thank is not enough to pay a drop of God's mercy... *
There were the colour of the fruits and the smell of the breads
There was the beautiful morning when we went to the river to take a bath
There was the pain but it didn't mean that we forgot the joys
There was the young me who loved to play with friends and toys
There was the bright dawn came to my family
There was the young me who couldn't part the dream and the reality
If I were a cloud, I would ask the wind to blow me to the land that has no life
So I could change this pain into rain
If this pain were the water:) were not the gasoline
So this anger wouldn't be a flame
Grief :)
If I told you that you'd been forgiven, I meant it
But don't be so sure that the pain you caused had disappered
Remorse :)
If I told you that I was sorry, I meant it
But don't think that the regret I had had gone away
As a one in grey I was sitting on the edge of a street beneath the rain
As I watched the people with the colourful umbrellas in my scene walking with their boons
As I felt the cold strangled me tight then I tided on the cesspool dying
As I wanted to be loved
I travelled home on a bus
The wet wind blowed the windows, tough
The trees seemed to release their leaves
And the nymphs swung with their mysteries
There was such a squeezed throat
Because the atmosfer was so cold
Boy, I loved to hear the rain's rhythm
And hoped there're also the sound of the pipe of uilleann
I've never been counting the days since we're not together
Just caring of my longing to you
I've always been dreaming of you with my unsent letters
Just hoping that the same is what you do
No winds, no waves
Nothing in the dawn to be scared
No whizes, no crashes
Nothing in the tread to be shamed
The world said it's a great picture
But I left the day of my 21th birth
Hiding my happiness and sorrow
... I couldn't show my face
I couldn't find my 21
I lost my childhood and teenage
I was scared of growing up....
--wrong choice, place---cause sadness and regret of the days which had gone--I'll write later
It'd be nice if someday, I could write the beautiful poem(s), and there're the rests in my diary, I haven't written them here. Be back soon, okay ?
Last updated on September, 1999
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