Heath Erstrom's MemoriaI don’t like being left in the dark.Heath Erstrom's Memoria by HanOneSail
I’m fine with being all alone at a fork...
I’m alright with being behind;
However, I’m scared of being deathly-blind,
Standing before two paths stretched like a noose
And never seeing why I have to choose
Either of them as if they were holding my life up like beams...
Between my thoughts and my dreams.
There are monsters that strike me, nonstop.
I am a lone flower bruised by the rain as I feel my heart-stop.
And if there be a whale of desires
In an empty ocean filled with relentless storms...
I’ll have known of a crown jewel without ones squires.
Life would grant its permission to emboss my form
Onto its cylinder memoirs made of colorful dust.
On a cloudless day even the very dry gust
Shall give way to invite all of creation,
Even each of us left in the dark, with a grand salutation.
For that is why I am destined for such a magnificent regalia,
And my kin will grow from this field of dreams as if an azalea.
Fear of LoveListening to the same track on repeat,Fear of Love by HanOneSail
knowing that your heart is already attaching itself to someone is a desire;
if never fulfilled love is fearsome.
If they never know,
time feels as though it never leaves
and the replaying tune will make you want to sing
of your love right out to them.
Yet, you lie speechless lying to yourself that it’ll never happen.
Thinking that it’s fear that makes love cruel,
not your indecision.
Hello againIt doesn’t bother me so muchHello again by HanOneSail
To think that I’m always tired.
Tired of the same people,
Tired of trying the same answers,
Tired of being whatever it is that I am.
And across the world I’ve known,
That people enjoy me just not who I really am.
However, it’s not enough,
Just seeing it displayed by a wall of minuscule stars, pixels.
Eating away at my stored fat,
That’s the most exciting it gets sometimes.
It’s not because of my weight, I swear.
It’s because my soul could really use a jump-start
In this castle of childhood dreams.
I met a face and saw one as well,
They both gave me that shockingly needed push.
The one I met told me, “Why aren’t you living yet?”
The one I saw told me nothing, but a piece of mind.
I passed out and heard God, “Hello again Han.”
I tried to reply, but as soon as my mouth was wide-open,
I awoke in that casket of a bed
With tears hanging onto my eyelids,
New-born babies screaming into this str
Another Time Another SleepIs there a soul out hereAnother Time Another Sleep by HanOneSail
A scientist A doctor
A researcher A humanitarian
A politician A visionary
A leader A person
That will believe me.
I will never cease to...
Never cease to doubt.
That they will not dismiss
The aura I possess.
The experience of a lifetime
A mind such as mine.
The promise is in my heart.
I am no ghost no outer existence;
I am a ideal of hopes, a living dream.
That so many desire
Since the beginning of thought.
That so many can just be
Relieved, even me
That I will never be possible.
Still I will wait for the one
Generation to be inspired.
By the stories I can tell
The lives I have seen
The beings that I have known
The objects that I befriended
The love of the universe I hold.
For there is a truth
In all that I am.
A cog of the Universe
Small or large
It does not matter.
What matters is, who are you?
Might you be a equal?
Might you be better than mine?
Where are you?
A whisper will be fine.
Only fate will tell
Only time will laugh
Only life will ease
A Mind within the StarsI just keep going upA Mind within the Stars by HanOneSail
Without a care where it takes me
It must be that if I were to stop
Due to my own weaknesses
That it would make me feel
Like it was a half ass conclusion
In my mind as I fly out
Into the world around
Never ending to keep on
Experiencing life for what it is
Once in a while for what it was
To make it what it can be
Moving upwards into outer space
I look at all that I met
Greeting with only my eyes
As none of them can see or hear me
Understanding the ones still grounded
I awaken and wonder why
While dreaming with the stars
That I could shoot someone
A wish to finally soar
To the level I reached
I guess only life
Can really put me on pause
There doesn’t seem to be
Another person like me
That has decided to stop
At this illuminated spot
Right now I just want to float
So someone or something
Can catch up to me
It’s a bit cold out here
I feel like I might burnout
If no one else arrives
Within the next decade
I guess I may evolve
From the need for another being
Two Mentalities to RipenA pair of young scholars watched the clouds drift.Two Mentalities to Ripen by HanOneSail
Conversation began but quickly started to shift.
The sun hid away in fear of flares,
From the rising glares.
They each had a say on the offers
That the ocean of life has in store as captures
On what they thought was the most sentimental,
To be sought out based on their credentials.
Life is won when one has all the pleasures
Attainable by unrelenting seizures.
Life has no meaning specifically
When unchallenged without tragedy.
Within the good and the bad only the wildest
Most ruthless powers are the wisest.
So says the Barbarians whose very empires have fallen,
While the true wise men have retained theirs from felons.
Art is a right as meat fit for a king,
Only the superior can have the ones that are satisfying.
Art should be to enrich and inspire life,
Not just to entertain aimlessly like some sort of strife.
The values you hold onto are diminished.
The same can be said about yours so supposed.
Its people like you that ruin society.
Ode to a Meal of LifeI took in all I couldOde to a Meal of Life by HanOneSail
Flavors of what life offered
Taste that could turn your tongue around
Dissatisfying sensations like explosions
Starting each reaction around 7 in the morning
Ending every night randomly with dinner
Digesting as if I were reborn in my sleep
Dreams influenced by the senses felt before rest
Today I flew tomorrow I blew up
Into a million pieces of glass
Reflecting the fates I have devoured
Meals become endless hopes to try something new
Eventually my taste buds begin to expire
Dying and lying on the dry tongue
Saliva surfacing to fight past fleeting times
Oh how the good times pass by so quickly
The great moments forgotten so easily
Oh how the sad times bring us misery
The worst moments devastating our savory
The dish we lovingly pick at
Ode of the lovely homely delicacy
The positivity of creation of a cook
A chef so-called the creator
This ode to life
Its fresh warm smell attracts all
The lively breathing behavior emitted
Oh this ode to life
This plate full of experi
The Internet World 2012I love the internet but not some of the usersThe Internet World 2012 by HanOneSail
They say and make stressful thoughts
As if there was no one else in the world
I mean it but I guess it is fine
But isn't that why we have paper
Couldn't they keep it on that?
Instead they upload it all
Becoming a multitude and maybe a community
I thought the internet was for sharing
Good and meaningful material
Advice, support, and tools
To improve one's self in hopes
Of cultivating their own mind
Communicating with souls across the world
Although it is fun the way it is
But at the cost of some of my brain cells
I admit I used to laugh and use it
As entertainment instead of the television
I think that is all fine but still
I wonder at what costs do we pay
It seems with a great power as it
Many abuse it without limits
No thoughts of morals as they say
On the net it doesn't exist
When some of those people
Are done with their business
They use it to be evil
Causing so many different situations
In the end I am not so upset
When I treat it more
Midnight and TwilightPitch black all I seeMidnight and Twilight by HanOneSail
Stuck inside of my mind
Unkind thoughts stalk upon the fine
Confine somewhere within
That I can see more than darkness
Confirm to myself that there is some good left
As the sun begins to come up
Fog starts to uplift
Clouded visions itching upon my cheeks
Flowing past myself until I realize
The time spent here pondering
Wondering if I deserve life
Kept me on the road
But only walking aimlessly
Someday I'll break free of these locks
Discover the key that will set me loose
Compel myself to move on from this
Pointless period of lost emotions
Commotions of all sorts rise
Walking outside the early morning
Finding who I am to me
Searching for who I wish to be
Relentless on undoing myself
Etched on this skin are scars of memories
Wrinkles on my brain are wears of misery
The moon stares down as it goes further back
I can still see it howling back
As I sigh in relief these drugs no longer
A part of my medication
All need be taken now is relaxation
Natural love from not of m
LifeLife is the start of a new beginningLife by HanOneSail
Happiness is nutrition to enjoy life itself
Maturity is when the seed evolves in order to understand more from life
Age is related to maturity, when all is to see, what true state you are in, both body and soul
Sadness is the cause of grief, regret, hatred and depression
Accomplishment is the savior from sadness and beauty which refines all
Love is fragile, but yet strong, the cause of courage, motivation, hope, and the healing of a soul
Death is the end of the road, where memories are remembered, and where the reaper awaits to trial your sins
|Have at thee.|
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All my favorites in the section titled Art.
Art like Doritos es like Burritos. Tasty.
Let's Play a Game“Let’s play a game,” Death said to me.Let's Play a Game by sandracaskey
“And whoever wins the first ten rounds will get a second life for free.
The rules are simple, so listen to me.
You must first be born a he or she
With traits categorized, one to three;
The rest will come later, you will see.
You will begin off with guidance and support partially.
Loneliness will come upon you when you are not healthy mentally,
But you will be the key to unlock an antidote to your own disease…possibly.
The trick to the game, though, is to live fully and responsibly without a visit from me.
Live 100 years the way you want, and I’ll gladly give another life to thee.”
“Let’s play a game,” Life said to me
“And whoever wins the first ten rounds will get to live for eternity.
The game is tricky, so listen carefully.
You will be born a he or she
And from the very beginning given a number, one to three.
The numbers represent a path you are willing to go without attempting t
Tsukuyomidrifting awayTsukuyomi by autogestion
vanishing from this reality
back into yours
built from tragedy
crawling back to you
who is rescuing whom
switching the next time around
we save only ourselves
here again and again
another trip another flight another escalation
i fall every time we dance
you pick me up again
what will it be like this time
i cant help coming back
even to see minor variations
there is nothing better
than to watch forever
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
|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
Hafez is a poet that, I am told, never traveled and lived in Persia (Iran) all his life. He listened to the merchants and travelers that happened upon him during his life, and wrote poetry that often was poured from his heart like most poets of old. I received a book called Divan of Hafez filled with translations and original forms of Hafez’s work from my Father’s fellow mountaineering friend. We went out for Chinese food tonight and I was able to read a few poems within the book.
Hafez’s Memorial is visited by many with troubles and questions. The people go to him with his such a book then they say a prayer with their issue. Next they open the book to a random page and read the poem, that is Hafez’s response.
This practice reminds me of one that Asians often practice when they go to Temples and Shrines. I decided to open this book to a random page while writing my next poem for my Nightly Dribble. It was a wonderful feeling as I feel a connection with this particular poet, the pages I opened to were 260 and 261 in the book.
The English translations were made by WilberforceClarke for the first one, and Herman Bicknell for the second one, here are some bits:
“If the Beloved departed; and recognized not the right of ancient society.
God forbid that I should go in pursuit of another beloved.”