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Bubbles
Today the garden blooms for the first time, as hundreds ,perhaps thousands, of shining little flowers rise up, soaring into the sky, ease themselves into something much bigger, I can't help but be reminded that maybe, humans are just like the reflection on the surface of those bubbles.
Bubbles, they're fragile, yet they always rising up, ( Read more... ) -
Red Queen
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That day, with your hand reaching back to me, and the flakes descending, I wondered and still wondering, did you see where the path would taken us. It was cruel, you were cruel, so very..cruel ( Read more... ) -
Whispering Halls
Sarah, Sarah, it was my name
how it was said, I still remember
clearly
the way it rolls
running towards me
eyes shining
' Look at what I made' - it would say
holding in its embrace
wonders of a child.
Tiny pit-pat, echoing in these grand halls
it seeks for me
my name, my ever dearly name
left behind its imprint
on these high ceiling
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there's this 'thing', churning inside me, begging, pleading, demanding, to be let out. Out, outside, so it could spread, and taste that world, on the tips of its fingers, the world that it was fed, from those swirling threads slipped through its chains. -
Sing
In this glided cage, adorned with expensive luxuries
you sing
on your make-believe pedestal
under you
the corpse of our world
decaying
crumbling
into the ever eager abyss
and still
you sing
in your glided cage
on your make-believe pedestal
a future
filled with rose-colored words.
it was all your fault
and mine... -
Death
I do not fear the dark
it was where I was born
from it, I was able to be
I do not fear silence
it was where I learn to listen
from it, I was able to understand
I do not fear the unknown
it taught me how to reach out
from it, I was able to grown
I do not fear the cold
it showed me warmth
from it, I was able to believe
but I fear death
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Raise my head, I look, these lines are now so blurry; when did it happen, can't even remember the shape of myself anymore... -
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I close my eyes,
wander
on obsidian floor
of sleeping worlds.
Fields of green
weaves into lines
emerald threads
blooms
onto baby blue sky.
Waltz of crimson
dissolves into droplets
ruby tears
drops
spins around golden clock.
and the colors sing
melodies forgotten;
once upon a time.
I close my eyes
whirl
to the tune
of aging memories.