Biography of Min Sia
I'm in my 20yrs of age..I grew up like a princess..now I'm living in a total mess..nothing did I do to make this happen..yet I'm suffering from the sin of others..
I only have my endless faith..brightest dreams I've ever had..sometimes I think its wrong to dream..to expect for something..for whenever I failed the pain was doubled...
*I'm a culinary arts student...and I like reading novels..and making poems..hope my journey ends..thats what I always pray...
Min Sia Poems
I am all but nothing I am all but a shame I am all but a lie I am all but a prison
I Love You
I love you..there's no reason As the sky kissed the land As the sun and moon held each hand As the bee disposed his honey
A genuine lad is all I can be Though deadliest future beholds this limited thee Yet, even destiny couldn't find his way And yet, my path couldn't risk any stake
This coldness tortures me This melancholy oppresses me This silence kills me I can't cry
Journey Of Love
Love they say is the final term Uplifts ones life in any turn Souls would freed unveiling its power Summoning life in any matter
To my friend, Naru Kaede
One stormy night.. Darkness surrounds so might.. Suddenly, a great thunder.. I asked,
Life For Death
A newly born flower Slowly blowing her horn Fresh grasses all over Smiling on its thorns
The world On its shimmering beauty Of all its members All unique and equal
A great arena of induced fake profound Where warriors plucked their stoned swords From the graveyard of the blurred fortress Monuments hanging on forsaken gates
I'm the truth living inside you So don't hide, so don't cry. I lay inside you since then. Can you feel me in your arms?
Stop The first word on my mind Stop
Peace! Ah..my craziest aim. When will this honor be claimed? It look so easy as my ABC Wish I was on my nursery
From a land of sand arise two kinds of warrior A vagabonds leading into the same phenomenon Pass through up hill and down dale Crushing every stones hanging from fountains
Once A Poet...
I'm in my room
on a Friday night
Trying to write a poem
Anything that would make it right.
I thought of myself
the past and the present
hoping for river of ideas
something unique and different.
It's 11: 54pm