Thoughtful CuriousityHaving a poetic notion,Thoughtful Curiousity by HanOneSail
One that seeks whimsically.
A type that is after the absence of perfection,
Yet still willing to read onwards so wishfully.
A Circadian JourneyFeverish, freezing, feverish, freezing.A Circadian Journey by HanOneSail
I look around my world and see nothing,
But a hundred reasons as to why
The night calls to my attention
Every little worry in my life.
Hot and cold chills drench my doubts
That I will find tranquility in this time.
As the Sun rises over,
Like so many other mornings
That long for a midnight’s rest,
I can see it now.
The winding chasm of my future on repeat.
A destiny that encloses with glass doors,
Revolving and at same time rhythmic walls
That I cannot cross through.
They leave me with only one option,
To continue forward the blinding temperatures.
My eyes feel bare
As I bear witness,
To an open field of visions,
Dreaming Hydrangeas and many Lotuses of God.
With a last breath before my eternal rest,
I see a reflection of myself
Staring back quietly.
And so silently do I fall onto a flowerbed,
Back into the deepest slumber that I still travel.
Even as of now, I am sleeping inside of a cycling journey.
The Resident of Dreamstill HillsThe days become less thankful.The Resident of Dreamstill Hills by HanOneSail
Those heartfelt memories
That never had a chance to be,
Anything different than extraordinary lies.
Anything, I said and nothing else...
Around this lost soul.
But the hands of the clock,
Still ticking against my rotten palms.
Cold and craven to the bone.
A dead dream in a white hot sea.
Midnight never comes sooner.
With a grinning moon,
Reminding me of you.
Subconscious hate remains.
A window through the sky
Is all that keeps me alive.
It’s not painful without it,
But it get’s lonely without it.
The sea salt sparks into flames of snow.
No life exists in this realm,
Aside from myself and my thoughts.
The truth seems so bright when I think of you.
These hills stretch my existence
A bit longer than a witch’s hair.
Every second sinks in,
As time dances on my resting place.
Cheerfully DeadI daresay that I came back from the dead.Cheerfully Dead by HanOneSail
My rotting body laid cold.
My tattered soul was dim.
My blood lifelessly sold.
My flesh still a sad rim.
While the edges ripened away invasive blight,
Lips cracked at life slightly.
Eyes breathed in light.
Stomach smiled openly.
Memories long misplaced
Taking place of reality.
Churning back into my mind's distaste.
Making quick breaks passed my fatality.
Across my fingers,
The numbness gone in fluctuations.
Revived from deathly lingers,
A blessing of ecstatic sensations.
I felt that I am only cheerfully dead.
Better Than PaleWhen the dark clouds are gone,Better Than Pale by HanOneSail
An empty sky remains in remembrance.
To all the past failures and happy moments.
We can look beyond and wonder what lies above.
Better than pale.
Everything that used to hurt to take in,
Is now amazing to be seen fading.
The immortalized pages of your past self,
Will never be forgotten as it slumbers away in your soul.
Pain is an emotional entrancement of scars.
Meant to define the history of your everlasting embrace;
Of a moment you don't truly wish to forget.
Bittersweet and at times a sharpening reason.
Better than pale.
As to why you are who you are, beautiful;
Even if the wounds never heal.
Whether or not it still itches underneath your skin,
Whenever looking at old pictures again.
The deftness of the different tones;
Pigments discolored and getting rosy.
Better than pale, because at least this way,
I know you still want to live with me today.
When the dark clouds are gone.
Everything that used to hurt to take in.
Will never be forgotten as it slumbe
Frozen Dreams and SoupDreams crossing my mind as I sleep.Frozen Dreams and Soup by HanOneSail
I tried to crack the surface.
Yet every time I try, I lay astonished.
Blanketed across my mind left in joy and pain.
Who is this girl that shared with me a love?
Who is this other that romance makes me cringe?
Why do these two appear as if this realm was true?
What message am I being taught, is there even one?
After that I try to rest longer to continue.
Nothing changes and the sun I wake up to is real.
I brush aside the cloth entrancing me.
The feeling of this is so nonchalant.
The hopes I wish to cling to,
Bite at my heart like snow.
I try to heat it up,
It gets cold like soup.
How the warmth escapes so quickly,
Burning in frostbite comes swiftly.
My hands and forearms pale yet red.
Struggling against the constant dread.
These visions and experiences question myself.
Asking without words but images and sensations.
Leaving me indifferent and lost in the blizzard.
The frost is now black and my soul white.
Someone help me out of here before I,
Misbegotten InfatuationInside outside its all a unworldly parade.Misbegotten Infatuation by HanOneSail
I say the words I shouldn’t knowing full well what may deride.
A sliver of connections then strike aflame snapping away.
I want to turn back time and try as many times to sway.
She was definitely not thinking the same thoughts;
Neither did our hearts match but hey were both lonely enough.
Today didn’t pause and tonight won’t go as planned.
It doesn’t matter the slightest even if I could attract her mind.
My body isn’t the ideal of society’s standard favor.
I don’t got the muscle to back up my social flounder.
Mentally I feel intimidating to anyone that doesn’t love me.
Spiritually I don’t care enough to cry out a name.
Its honest to God liberating like a drill to the heavens.
Yea, and Simon says find the reasons.
Then I just fall down on the bed and imagine nothing.
Under my skin a carousel laughing to my festering.
Casual lovers won’t understand the lack of hostile romance,
Within and Around UsWorlds fall apart before us everydayWithin and Around Us by HanOneSail
At times we notice slightly
While others haven't the care
To ever cherish any bare
As they start naked then after developing
Into blossoming enveloping
Blessings of life to each their fullest
The bounds of a mortal's behest
To desire that which they do not have?
To represent their heart in a halve?
To what ends will it be proven?
To how many will notice the bludgeon?
A wish of surpassing the dying of time
A sound of what might be their rhyme
A reflection as the moon to the sun
A group of individuals who know the sum
Of the price of breathing in distress
Living just to search for all of the excess
Left behind from each collapsing hope
Far diminished into the sky's pulp
Atmospheric fulfillment of what was lost
Repeats the cycle waiting to be cast
As if prayers new worlds appear
Before us as the old ones disappear
Cruel is life and cold or might it be
Bold and amazing to see
Past all of creation
Forward all of innovation
A road where all fates end
There Is Only So MuchTime left on this momentThere Is Only So Much by HanOneSail
Before I wonder why my heart
Is beating as though I have just seen you
For the first time as if dew
Rising beyond the fresh grass
Reflecting all the mishaps
That I have regretted for a lifetime
Of never being fully with you for the rhyme
Inside my fleeting memories
Enveloping all around me as journeys
With you and only me tonight
Now always will I see to it right
To never forget like the moon and sun
To go on forever like this I would bear none
Shorter than a minute or no longer
There is only so much time to be spent fonder
Dragons As They Should BeThe ones you can count on.Dragons As They Should Be by HanOneSail
Those that wouldn’t leave you on;
A broken cliff waiting to fall.
Will come back to pick ya’ll,
Up far into the Heavens.
When Hell is dealt justice and alone craven.
Masonic storms created by choice;
Cannot even hold back this force.
A person you do not doubt.
A person you can speak about,
With love and care.
It does not matter where.
For this is a dragon.
Become one of this wagon.
Venture like a God fearing man south.
Soar back up a wise man north.
Fly as if a swordsman east.
Vanish into a clever man west.
Then return to the middle.
Dragons do exist there.
Just do not lose,
The importance of life.
A privilege to some.
To the free an unrelenting tone.
The Scrupulous SlayerAll this turbulence I senseThe Scrupulous Slayer by HanOneSail
Strains as if an art war
Got me confused to think
Writing is a sin
But no that’s just my stash of demons
Invading but writhing against my conscience
As I line them up one by one
To exorcise them with my stake
Stabbing down the ink flares
Their blood to ash
Upon my compendium of memories
I am a slayer that scribes
Jotting after the unholy
Tell me your story
And I will transpire
Into this paper vessel
They shall lose face
A gift from God
A technique to animate
A mental battle to concentrate
On living by with less turmoil
Hearken to the souls who read
These apparatus of chained wraiths
Not allowed to be
Living within your home
Corrupting our thoughts
So I send them to the pyre
Back to hell as they came
Misery upon MemoryIts all so WizardlyMisery upon Memory by HanOneSail
A poor lad about ye tall 5 ft 3
16 years alive
sees the lass of his dreams
He engages conversation with she
Nervousness tells him it won't happen
Logic explains it will never work out
The heart frail is now aching
Such a disappointment noticed
Into his recollection of the event
It all was blind to the eye
But was felt within the third
The romance developing beneath within to be complete
Leaving him magically
Agony sets forth upon a firm prison
Not allowed to runaway
With this half broken heart
Without this fading part
For whatever reason
aye tis be bout thy heart of ache
like a sea rustling against the wind
might yee be yarr on the find
i pour my tea as i relax and see
Three quarters hot the rest cold
Whats the point of adding both
So I can still have that burning taste
Yet not singe my lips when i take
Raising my eyes I look out beyond
Peering into the distant yard
Trees of all shades and sizes
Pleasant smells arise
At this moment I find myself
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All my favorites in the section titled Art.
Art like Doritos es like Burritos. Tasty.
Vodka on RocksEnclosed in darkness, my frigidVodka on Rocks by KaizenKitty
window pane, in cold morning fog
he sits, alone, I wish I could
kiss his doubts away, and wonder
'will he ever?', I'll never know.
I remember hands on me, he
used to tell me, 'you'll be okay',
and faded paper in my hand
is all I have for memory.
A full moon rises up ahead.
Oh how I wish he would return
his voice, his breath, his scent around
my glass of vodka, vodka on
rocks he bought me, you know I still
keep it. I don't like alcohol.
He always knew just how I felt
could coax me with a look, a word,
and I was his, yet he didn't say
anything. Just sat there and stared
fists clenched arms folded, over tea.
Older, older, I'm never old
enough, to see stained evening snow
even though it collects at my
feet and won't let go, no no no!
He wants me safe and protected.
It means a stroke of sleepless nights
thick protruding veins, hazy blur,
three beer cans later, on the floor.
Try to move on, nothing works but
bashing my head against the wall
I was Eros once.I stuffed my throat,I was Eros once. by TheScorpionBoy
and pockets full of roses.
I tied myself up with heartstrings.
I set myself on fire.
Moonrain reverie.I.Moonrain reverie. by tirasunil
March days return with their covert light --
in the wave-strike over unquiet stones,
there, where the waves shatter,
you are the daughter of the sea;
but I like you calm, as if you were absent,
so that you will hear me.
I hunt for a sign of you:
I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair --
perhaps not to be is to be without your being.
Tie your heart at night to mine, love,
rest with your dream inside my dream;
and because love battles,
maybe you'll remember that
the tree is here, still, in pure stone.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines:
"I remember you as you were,
in my sky at twilight" --
here, I love you.
|Poetry written by others!|
One Sail stands for my Chinese name given to me by my parents. Yi Fan. I am not very legible in reading or writing the mandarin dialect. I am American Taiwanese, I write poetry and stories. At times I do photography, however nothing that professional. I plan on finishing my first novel of my series called Shadows of God within my spare time.
I'll just keep dreaming until it ends and wake up seeing it become a reality...
I believe through poetry. People can connect and are able to break barriers of all sorts.
I feel that poetry helps most people throughout history to live through the times. Rough or not poetry is the root of many other art forms.
Whether the person is a poet or not.
They can always benefit somehow by writing poetry for their own sake as well.
As an artist I try to work towards a better tomorrow.
A better future for the mankind of the present time.
The total existence of the world.
So that what I do as a artist will help inspire people to do what they think they must do to help the world or to just enjoy it.
My contact email is firstname.lastname@example.org
And here is my Patreon
Yesterday, I watched this Taiwanese film at the Diamond Bar public library within city hall.If you get a chance to watch Cafe Waiting Love, it starts off with slightly corny and strange intro. However, it quickly picks up onto different perspectives, sub cultures, and characters that all are waiting on someone else. This is definitely a film with a lot to take in, but makes due with comedy and romance to entertain around the general theme of blind love.