Solitude
I'm constricted by the fact, that life is to share,
I just see poor judgment, and a silly content,
of stay where you were hand, to raised and to forget.
Over bed or on couch, your time shall come next,
As the rest of your days, bad-thoughts, hopes and prays.
It is said that's not true, for you to be alone,
So to them I should say, my half never became.
I've been thinking ...
Friday 30th December 2016 2:22 pm
Poetry VI
WINTER SOLSTICE
The day is to past, the time is to come.
Life would be ashore, kept below a dome.
Wind shall blow and howl, clouds will rise and pour.
Darkness's upon us, light's hidden from roar.
Nature, nature, she is strong and fair,
wild, crazy, she is a must to protect.
Rain drops over us, sun above the air,
quiet, shiny, a rainbow to collect.
Grass has go...
Saturday 24th December 2016 2:27 pm
They come from far
Blind, I grown blind.
No color, no light.
Pain, I felt pain.
No matter, no gain.
Looking through the mirror glass,
things happen afar.
Taking notion of them,
as they were part.
There's no true,
there's no lie,
everything stays shy.
Scream, scream for those who can't.
Deaf, I am deaf.
No sound, no play.
Help, they need help.
...Tuesday 13th December 2016 9:25 am
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