Bachelor

Legs
stretched on
a velvet couch.

Mind
wanders in a
desolate maze.

Heart
sinks underneath
an empty space.

My
place is an
open field.

I
grab a chance
and become real.

Ambition
is a confident
dream.

A
little more
of this.

I
never mean to
tackle these.

2015

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On The Space Where The Evergreen Is

Find me.
Find me here.
Good and new.

I am more
than a tiny
drop of morning dew.

Bigger, bigger.
I am eager and no
knowledge can ignore.

My shadow
moves gracefully
on your marble floor.

I float
on the space
where the evergreen is.

2015

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Midnight

The solitary of this
dark world cannot amend
the numbers of time.

It doesn’t take one
to mingle with another
and change immediately.

There is a process of
activities that man can
not fully comprehend.

What happens in our
midnight cannot bring all
the stars down from the sky.

We can only attain a
choice we deserve if we
thrive to succeed.

2015

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But We Can Understand

Hurt
to find the
truth that we
don’t love each
other anymore

but
we can understand.

Hurt
to part ways
and leave what
we have started

but
we can understand.

And
we try too much.
We try too much

to understand.

2015

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Outright

You
changed your
mind.

Gone out
from the
circle.

Gone to
a different
direction.

You
perceive an
odd world.

The
eyes see
strangely.

The
mouth speaks
radically.

You
become your
own someone.

You
built chaos
and a home.

2015

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Spirit

Same where we were.
Same where we are.
One past, one now.
We are not distant.

The magic is always.
The cycle is on and on.
We connect and feel.
We do not break.

They try to intimidate.
They try to destroy.
They do not win.
They do not succeed.

Strength is stronger.
Beauty is prettier.
Life is longer.
Love is lovelier.

2015

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This Rain

Abruptly,
water gushes
from the sky.

I
hear the storm
drops too loud.

Wind
creeps cold on
my skin.

Thunder
slits these soft,
small ears.

The
streets are too
wet, I can’t run.

2015

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