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
Once Upon a Time On Pacific Coast and Sante FeThere is this street located in Long BeachOnce Upon a Time On Pacific Coast and Sante Fe by HanOneSail
Lot of ma and pa stores one would say
There is El Sol bakery in front of the Police Station
Liquor store with the goods we get around
The local Admiral Kidd park is the chillest spot
Chi-mole and all sorts of fun
Soccer to play pens and such
Neighborhood I hear has had it rough
Yet everyone is getting along well
For a outsider like myself
I realized how much I miss it at times
Cabrillo High School surrounds most of these
Do not forget the local Long Beach Job Corps
All in all the place that started the crop
Lot of good people around just not enough love
Many places just like these could receive
A little more help on the way I believe
Of course I am just a twenty year old experience
My favorite one is the Brisket American Grill
P-Lay game place right on the side
There are Hispanic restaurants there
Everywhere just waiting to be shared
I just hope they stay well like ours
O man such places like these
Made me feel like i am at home
So please visi
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All my favorites in the section titled Art.
Art like Doritos es like Burritos. Tasty.
The Snake Charmer (2014)Ears deaf to musicThe Snake Charmer (2014) by HanOneSail
Bathe in blue lights
As if in a lukewarm river
Only hearing the thoughts of the musician
Pounding the sound barrier
Two snakes binding into a pair
Their venomous glands combine
Mixing new saliva to be injected
Breaking the stream of illuminations
Cavitation of bubbles
Form all around each being
The snake spear delivers
Fangs of water jetting
Piercing into the lively
With a sting commanded
To find the cancer they seek
That will provide feedback
From the heart full of relief
Of desired wavelengths
Overlaying like a strange ray
Colored of emotions fluttering
Dragonflies out of molts
To the healer from the audience
Like a meal with only drinks
Pouring into open mouths
Precious to the thirst
Fusing into charms
Felt across the atmosphere
Lights in the room weakening
Then in comes the spotlight
Taking charge of the spectacle
As if directed by God himself
Currency and gifts lain
On the stage offerings
In return for such
A delightful melodious refresher
An expression from the
Shadows Lay SoLet me sulk in my own, for another,Shadows Lay So by HanOneSail
Ten minutes or so will seal the deal.
It isn't like I'm worth much to anyone else.
I'm not close to the average and I'll never want to be.
Then that's the moment I stub my toe.
It hurts quite a bit.
So much that I'm shedding a quiet tear,
Yet I got to yell to myself,
It feels great!
Greeted by the cold air,
Falling out of bed;
Makes for a wonderful start.
Looking for the restroom,
Even though I know where it is.
I don't bother for a reflection anymore.
There isn't anyone I'd want to see.
Turn the knob and cool down further
With icy water reminding me that it's winter.
Everything else after that is hazy,
It also doesn't matter, I don't mean to be gloomy.
Time after time it's all just a pattern to keep continuing.
Even if the world no longer means anything.
Developing the inability to reciprocate affection back to others.
Finding waking up and sleeping just as plainness to breathing.
Life is simple and death is ample.
In the many lifetimes and dimensio
An Artist In The WorldBeing so open takes a humble amount of pride.An Artist In The World by HanOneSail
Accepting your wrongful senses and leaving dreams;
To enter reality itself aided by fantasy
Nurtured with love and painted well in raging passions.
Following Lost InclinationsMaybe we need to shake some reality,Following Lost Inclinations by HanOneSail
Let go a bit in order to determine one's dimensionality;
The inner recesses and outer degrees that keep us at bay.
Bonding it all together before everything just falls apart in a day.
Zero Means Not To Exist
Once you realize how much talent everyone possesses,
It's hard to let those so close never be so.
Varying artistic standards that meet us all, predisposed messages.
So quickly would they each be seen and soon faintly forgotten ago.
And after the hours trickle down,
I'm left awake wondering if you're still around.
The heaviest moonlight I've ever seen is sown.
Into my eyes stitching vibrant colors in a full surround.
Perceive my message to the lords of the realm as you will;
However I must do as I was sent to since birth.
Destined as a child born out of the ill,
Learn my name well and forever be brought forth.
The presence that hangs vividly,
Controlling the leaves and pushing the river streams,
It is all from my existence summoned fluidly.
ConstellationShe is dream dust,Constellation by DearPoetry
too bitter or wise
for her own good.
A timeless dragon's soul
somewhere inside a
scaled shell, burning
the silence in her bones
alive, honeysuckle sweet.
She collects fireflies only to
set them free at 3am,
crying to an uncaring moon.
& she's begging for the stars
to take her away,
make this house a home
rigged in the sky.
She is already naked fever
swimming through the cosmos
& I orbit her.
Please, forgive me.Like lies, you saidPlease, forgive me. by DearPoetry
I make breathing the cosmos
through rose colored lungs
look easy- vertebrae stretched
toward the moon.
& I'm hanging my bones
out to dry, carving Saturn's
rings into my wrists- my
star burst ankles.
I swore then I'd keep my
black tongued poetry
& uprooted limbs far,
far away from you.
But, like lies, galaxies,
& night fevers, you
are the destination
on my star map skin.
Smokingi've decided to breathe poison.Smoking by witwitch
i don't like the way it tastes,
the bitter stain on my tongue
or the telling smell that sticks to my hair
i like the way it feels
lighting one cigarette with another,
ash falling to the damp earth,
melting in to nutrient-rich soil for the plants to eat
i control how deep
the smoke buries itself in my lungs
but not how long it settles there
and i enjoy the hazy
silhouette of euphoria
that comes with each grey exhale.
Silicone Life Formi.Silicone Life Form by witwitch
sew me up smiling
stretch my skin tighter
fill my cowardly,
shrinking lips with Botox boldness
color me in: brighten
sanguine lips, polish
sinking eyes and smooth
their crinkling sockets.
pink nails, clenched
out between my fingers, taking
form as wrinkles.
are they big enough?
as big as hers?
is my face smoother,
tattooed eyeliner never
i can't feel
my face; tell me,
am i smiling?
|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