Not the Limbo, not my world,Just the world of everyone.
Spider LilyLeaves that grow, gone the flower.Flower that blooms, leaves that fleet.A love of sorrow.Intertwining, but never to meet.Missing love, the spider lily.
JusticeSun arising, signing the past.Heaven and earth colouring red.Falter not, we shall last.Until the days are count.The truth found.The beast of justice shall be fed!
SabrinaA young maiden's heart broken.So she took that of another as a token.In a sign, never to provoke or anger.For that will be a great danger.
Just like ...Pouring rain, coming down.Greed and sorrow, all been sown.Courage of heroes, all ignored.Cast aside just like the ...
FlowersStrange and gone ...Estranged from ...I've no idea ...Whose flowers these are from ...
Colour of snow Piling up like snow ...Forgotten why, just like the ...Colour of pure white ...
Iris Slowly withered the flower away.I had forgotten to give it water again.Promises, hope and prayers. All for the sake of this world.Now I serve you this prose.Promise that the 'iris' will never leave?
Wide AwakeDozing now,Knocking down ...My foggy mind ...How refined.The thoughts, my mind.Knocking down.Wide awake.
DaysSpend my days fruitlessly ...Watched the seconds pass by ...Time was ticking, I was wasting ...Aimlessly another week ...Passing by, another month ...There it flew, another year ...
PrayerPlace your poemson the lips of angelsso you can teach their wingshow it feels to flyalways upward.Mark the summer eveningssoon to comewith the gracethat carried youamong us,warm and cherished softlyand know we will always placeyour wordsamong the stars.
DownfallAnd in this dark harvest of seasonMy life has completely lost reason,For which or against to decide.All lost in a savage and endless, bleak tideIn sadness and in kindnessIn light and in darkness.In a boat made of hopeI shall sail to tomorrow,In a winding hurricaneMade of treachery and sorrow.There's a spear, endless, and colossal spear...Piercing, slashing though my head.Starting somewhere in heaven,Ending somewhere in hell.Fighting, burning, crying, crashing.Are the armies within.In my head they are all thrashing.On the heaven's and hell's whim.To be light or to be darkness.A perpetual array.It's not merely my choice,But the choice of the way.It's an option of the voice,It's a thin line of gray.Is it a choice forced by fate,Is it a pre-set time and date?Or a choice to which I myself sway?But here's our story anyway
."Nothing that I do will matter.As all things will merely shatter!"All my hopes thus darkness scatter,As it shoves me a decree.As it si
All Hallows EveThey say that on this night the witches ride,that spirits walk and churchyards spew their dead. It isn’t true. It’s said the stench of hell infects the earthand healths of heated blood are downed. But Hamlet lied. The dead know nothing, the living less. There are only poets with blood-nibbed pens;souls hung between high heaven and deep hell.
The ArtistShe talked to rocks, asking them if they’d be happyTo leave their home for her newest installation pieceShe cried sometimes for no reason other thanShe felt like having a good cryHer house was covered in her students’ drawingsShe said the best art was produced from innocenceShe went mad once, and painted canvas after canvasIn furious strokes of blackThe soft blue world of youth at last faded, she grew oldPeople shook their heads when they saw herAnd whispered “poor dear” under their breathBut she was never poorHer love for everything and everyone never diedIt was swept in all directions like a summer breezeMaking people smile without knowing whyBut the river rocks know
RememberDon't close your heartTo the worldEven if it's cruelDon't see emotionsAs a sign of weaknessNo matter what others sayDon't ignoreThe ones in needHelp them insteadDon't thinkYou have to be toughTo be someoneAnd before you judge othersFor their issues and problemsRememberAlways rememberThe burdened heartsAre the most compassionate ones
growththere is nothing more beautifulthan the softness of a manyou love more thanthe earth(shaking, geode),a face gentle in sleepand ardent in morning;there is nothing more beautifulthan the first breathof your spring,your blooming dawn,the incomingof nothing but you(blossoming, emerging,here,you flourish)—here,you are growingand transforminginto something new,and there is nothingmore beautifulthan that.
SnowFeather light it kissed the ground,Leaving it's mark to the world.Not the Limbo, not my world,Just the world of everyone.Now it dances, now it stops,But the memories of the snow are imprinted inside my mind.