Wolf’s Cry

Pain induces entirely
on the plain portion of the eyes.
Tears ravaged the gentle spirit.
The injuries begin to unfold.

There are random series of
hurting, of sharing the less
glorious days.

The full picture becomes palpable.
Where lamentation resides too crucial
on the face of the dreadful.

So heavy is the effect of the melodrama.
Sadness becomes the theme.
Someone goes with the flow.

 

2020

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In The Zone

There are windows shut.
There are doors closed.
Roads have been deserted.
The entrance signs are nowhere.
We hear the whispers.
Our minds are invaded by ghosts.
To escape is to flee.
Our hands are bleeding.
No one has found the exit door.

 

2020

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Closer

Your hands are trees in the wild.
They hold my weight without excuses.
I have a refuge, I have a pillar.

Not wanting fear, it is unwanted.
Silence is a secret weapon.
Reality is not a dream in the sleep.

Try harder, no one is exempted.
My other chance is thriving.
I’ve summoned my alter ego.

Sliding closer to the pit.
The treasures might be there.
To give up is to exhaust death.

Today, I’ll be greater than my ghosts.
Wandering, finding a soul’s shelter.
Home to self is a lot like love.

 

2020

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The Black And White Room

I am abandoned
inside here where the
meaning of life is empty.

Sadness crashes my
own revelry. I am on a
repeated cycle,

Walking over at the
same lane of crooked
floors.

 

2020

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The Quiet Fish

I am the quiet fish.
Swimming in my own sea.
In solitary, in solitude,
I belong to myself.
Becoming a stranger to strangers,
My name is hidden underneath.
Turning deeper into the waters,
The silence there is like a treasure.
No one has felt what I feel.
There is more than riches that I see.

 

2020

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Echoes

The rain speaks to me.
My ears become candid.
Waters define the cold.
Summer sun gets shy.
Only when I sleep sadly,
Only when I feel the shame,
Only when two of us gone wild,
Only when we start to love again.

 

2020

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Crashing Corners

Heavy frictions, monstrous bricks.
Pain by pain, the falling debris.
These are the crashing corners
Of our separation and heartbreak.
We suffer too much, it is unbearable.

 

2020

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