some people only can criticize others, bad-mouthing, blaming others, and such.
this world indeed, will always be such people,
don’t ask why they do not start from introspecting themselves first,
just like the raindrops,
some fill up the jug of water;
some absorbed by the soil and useful for the plants;
some direct fall to sea or river;
some flow to the dark sewer;
in the end they all lead to the ocean.
we should only make sure it doesn’t turn into a flood, bringing disaster,
therefore, stop adding the numbers of such people.
here comes the flying train, takes away the fresh human meats, from horizons to horizons
hide myself underneath the earth but they won’t let any breath remains
but i am conscious, next time must put turn conscience off
so they won’t tear me into pieces
after many years passed, a decade, a century,
enough time to heal the pain and terror,
as if living in a dream and still dreaming about things we pleasure about
only to find out the future is nonetheless same old but brand new tragedy
close my ears, crying outloud with teary eyes,
maybe this observable universe is only as wide as our mind could reach
whatever has a beginning, must has an ending,
but how, if there’s only ending, would you bother about how it had all started ?
yes i cannot handle at your worst
so i dont deserve at your best
therefore just go, leave
i’m better be alone
day by day i feel more and more parts of me diminishing
it’s my time on earth.
mother ever said that life is just like a dream
when i was child i thought it was just another beautiful poem about life-
but now i feel it is a real experience
because slowly i realize the things i used to fight for,
they don’t really matter.
who’s right? who’s wrong?
that person hurt me, why ?
i will make that person pay-
this is mine, i shall have my share.
i don’t care about you,
you should just mind your own business…
you know … such things …
a monk ever said, isn’t life’s most beautiful thing is to breath ?
i used to think he’s just love to make things looks simple,
but apparently, i realize life is truly that simple,
be grateful to be alive, and cherish every lives.
if someone you knew well had taken thru the road,
either that person will wait for you at the end of the road or not,
even the strangest path, would be less unfamiliar with,
just because, you know everyone must walk thru that road,
and don’t bother to debate what’s next.
in the middle of nowhere, the wind blows and i need to stand strong
in case my feet even cannot carry my own burden,
i break down and kneel, tremble and laying down,
wish there is a shelter to protect me until everything calms down
just like trying to survive among the debris of my dreams
sinking memories, trying to separate ego from this being
however i still wish at least my corpse could touch the land
how i really, really wish right now you are either save me or take me with you.
drawing your face
saw your handwriting
tears fall down
i smile as if you’re here
but even in dreams you’re gone
tears fall down
the conscience i refuse to forget
may tomorrow will be better
may my sorrow becomes answer
as if you’re standing there
watching over me.
if your relationship is getting worse and you know it becomes unhealthy for you,
have a humble heart and patience to fix it,
or have a courage and integrity to leave it-
or maybe, be strong and live your life in your own world.
the ghosts are singing again, outloud.
it is kind of ironic, they know they’re ghosts, and for some reasons they stay at such forms,
and they keep spreading terrors, hatreds, creating suspicions and distrusts among living people.
they are forever ghosts, longing become the sacred people, white-robed, aiming greater than any saints.
oh,God. how could those ghosts praising You while bathing in blood ?
i don’t want to know the reason why You let them do that, as if ignoring everything.
as if letting people like me endure more, must have unlimited patience, forever silent-
tonight i sleep, tomorrow i might as if forget their songs, but they’re exist and would sing again.