A winter moon in a frosty sky
I’m a seagull that’s soaring high
Sweet as crescent moon, crazy it may seem
That you shot me with your ethereal moonbeam
Epitomes of pedagogy
Pioneers of sound mind and body
Good manners and right conduct
Combine for a good product
Days are too fast
Though all of us are patient waiters
But our hearts are steadfast
That's why they call us achievers
My house was set afire that night
My clothes, my things were fading
Like cremains filling my fright
While I'm just in one corner, crying
I was dancing cold throughout the night
Waltzing alone until twilight breaks the light
Then I saw a shadow, strange and small
It’s height is neither low nor tall
I wonder why I feel so cold for tomorrow
Is there an apparition that passed by?
Or a cool breeze that gently whipped my sorrow?
None of the two but why I'm still feeling this, why?
Ms. Crazy is full of hearts
Her sweet voice tastes like bow tart
That sensual sound creeps to my throat
And keeps my mind afloat
What your presence means
Perhaps it's just a bizarre reward
What your presence means
Perhaps it's just commonplace
When all deeds in your life
Bear no fruits but strife
Look again at the skies
Stare at them and think twice
I was sitting on a small porch, on the other side
Of the street, waiting to cross the line
But then the rain poured so wide
That it stretched your space close to mine
A young poet who randomly writes poem about everything he gets interested to.
My Eyes Close By Themselves
In just a blink
In just a flip
In just a finger snap
Just in time my eyes close
Sink in the deep blue
Sleep in a white hue
Swap your soul from a mild dew to a mindless clue.
You are the lightest cotton ever lived
The flame shining fieriest, so naive
Still, you can’t be lit
Your candle is melted and split.
Are these true?
Are they real?
Are they new?
Are these surreal?
It’s drilling in my head
The pain, the memories
It’s quaking under my bed
The past, the miseries
It’s boring in my skin
The thoughts, the regrets
It’s dripping down my chin
The tears, the threats
Those are just walls
When I’m stone-walling
Those are just imageries
When I’m imagining
Not even knowing
That nightmares are dreams too
Until I close my eyes
And my tears drip, then
This time, my eyes close by themselves.
'Befriending a rich friend with a good heart is a miracle but befriending a poor friend with a bad heart is a blessing in disguise.'
'Begging for a long lost trust is like chasing the very last train, after you've noticed that you can't take over ahead of it.'
To earn a friend's trust, you must first weave yours towards others.'
'The more people you value, the weaker you are.'