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 a 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
Two Sounds to any story. The Owner and the Viewer.Page 1 to Page 1Two Sounds to any story. The Owner and the Viewer. by HanOneSail
The Greatest Artist Are You
"I am a poet at heart. People are living art to me I can't help but to see how great they are. How fascinating they are. So I already know how people will be. I am a Human Being."
Confucius' concept of to be Chinese
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
Ka-Ta-Na Su-shiKa-Ta-Na with giggles heardKa-Ta-Na Su-shi by HanOneSail
Me and my buddy used to use rulers and say
In a child like voice
Shifting the blade of the samurai
Hailing the name Katana Sushi
We found a restaurant
Went more often with the other homies
Ate the lunch all you can eat only
Pay about 20 dollars and a few ones
You get yourself practically the whole menu
The waitresses are great feels like family
Waiters got charm that others will find different
There's one dude with wavy hair
Nostalgic as if straight from a story
Not one piece like Sanji
But like a herald of bountifulness
Relaxing sounds float among this katana
As I peak at my simple Udon and cucumber rolls
Thinking when I get a job
Ill upgrade to the Unagi rolls
A zen reached at a decent price
Coming out I walked home
Stomach full of liquids that provide health
Utmost joys clear enough to speak
So come one come all to Ka-Ta-Na
Off of Colima and Hacienda Blvd
They also have specials
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All my favorites in the section titled Art.
Art like Doritos es like Burritos. Tasty.
Demons and AngelsDemons and Angels by GurRaeye
They live within us,
Along with angels,
They both live within us all,
Inside of us,
Waiting in silence,
They wait until the moment has come,
For when they emerge.
I place my pencil down on the desk. Closing my eyes, I can see again what all i have been through. With a heavy sigh, I stand up, knocking my chair down. I take my hand and pick up the paper I had just written on.
I walk over to the window and gaze out it. I see the bodies of my dead friends and those i even considered family. I see them among the rubble and ash. A battle had begun and ended here. But my own battle, has only just begun.
These ruins are not what I once remembered about this place. They are what my former home has become. Straight ahead from where I stand, I can see the fountain where the koi fish played all day. To the right of that, the field of grass that had moved around a
A Hopeless Chief In LoveI don’t know why I like the smell of garlic on my hands.A Hopeless Chief In Love by HanOneSail
Freshly preparing and cutting it raw then running it through the sink.
Anticipating not to burn it too far but just right for the taste glands.
Tossing it in mid way through cooking whatever I am, usually steak.
Appetite for meat is what I have in mind most of the time.
With the finished dish I serve it and hope to find happiness.
Whoever I’m serving it to, I wonder if they will notice the thyme.
Oh but a lifetime of cooking the same plates can feel ageless.
The process becomes a routine desired to be finished.
Then comes the relation to all of this to the present situation.
Waiting for the day to cook this meal for a face that is astonished.
Not just by the quality of the meat, not just by the delicious portion.
I want to cook for a lovely maiden who can eat more than others.
Not because she want’s to but because she is so hungry that she must.
I want her to be like those beauties who never gain any alters,
Trying To Forget, Never-so Will ILost in transition to the lies you fed me.Trying To Forget, Never-so Will I by HanOneSail
I'm hungry to know what time it is.
Desert me in this place and leave me alone.
Why are you still calling for an answer?
You know I don't care anymore.
You know I wish to be forgotten.
Isn't it what you wanted?
Isn't it better this way?
It's late past midnight and my eyes are in pain.
Exhaustion of mourning away at the loss.
The loved relationship I had with a person.
There wasn't anything beyond it, meaningless.
Biting my tongue as my stomach growls.
My heart screams and the palpitations quake.
Down on my knees begging for a good reason.
To get you out of my mind, everyday I am reminded.
Carry the words away in my thoughtless gestures.
Conversations spent on you are priceless.
So maybe I invested too much of myself into my own flounders.
Deluding my self esteem that maybe no ill will to consume the sickness.
Light of dawn gathers and guides me back.
Trying to fix the broken soul laying on the chair.
Legs flat out, body crouching, muscles sore
Let's Have A Grand DisplayI can see it in your veins,Let's Have A Grand Display by HanOneSail
That you will never be the same.
In all your beauty and glory from before;
A former ghost of the absolution, fills you with deplore.
Disapproval to what you have become,
I bid you to calm down and readjust.
It's not to late to give away your thumb.
Pinky promise me and we can go far without distrust.
I swear it on my first name, I will die on my last.
Days spent to protect you against all you worry.
Strings tied to my arms for you to craft,
A way through this life, two minds locked into my body.
I trust you so much that it feels lonesome.
Even if my reasoning ever judges you hazardous,
To me I will always find a objection to overcome.
The love I have for you is more than on a mattress.
Avarice for every second I can have with you cascades.
The feelings rush through the steep pride that finds,
Gracefully gliding against my soul and slicing as a chilling blade.
It's only when this occurs does everything cease in the winds.
The pain stops and I no longer need t
Empty Visions Heavy On His ConsciousnessIts only with you that I want to see it through.Empty Visions Heavy On His Consciousness by HanOneSail
The way life might bring about some miraculous light.
Splendors that break the gray silence in this forest of bamboo.
The leaves are frozen unmoved by the crushing heat waves' might.
I wish to find peace away from such a climate.
There are no animals around only vegetation and death.
The hot nights are like midday baking to find a desert diamond.
Sunrise comes, rain is ever brief then becomes snow in a frigid breath.
Beautiful as it may seem to watch the elements dance;
Tragic as it is to live here against desolate demise at every corner.
Rivers exist, ice solid then thawed and boiling by nightfall in a glance.
Once inside such waters nothing tells the story of the entrancing horror.
I stay here waiting for her, my lovely flower.
A promise made long ago before my consciousness here arose.
Gripping onto her roses is all I know, now crystallized and ebony sour.
The thorns barely sharp, left dull like my soul losing it's sweet aroma.
So Many QuestionsSo many questions,So Many Questions by DarkSxKitten
the damn finally breaks.
All the questions flow free.
Where have you gone?
You said you would stay.
What happened this time
to take you away?
Did you mean all those things
that you said every night?
Why am I here
with tears blinding my sight?
Was our forever
something never meant to be?
Will you come running back
and say you still love me?
How do I trust you
when it seems that you lied?
Is it true that with time
I won't feel empty inside?
I sit with these questions
and so many more.
The biggest question yet:
What is love truly for?
Maybe I should know better.
By now I should have learned.
When you're loved by the fire
your heart will get burned.
I'll go on with my doubts now
as tears fill my eyes.
For the world I'll put on
my happy disguise.
Almost As Perfect As...We tied our promises toAlmost As Perfect As... by PastConfusion
Like ribbons so that we
And we lay in the grass
Calling the black ones Nevermore
And the white ones Odette.
Because if we could pretend we
Were in the same park
Then we could pretend anything.
And remember the fountain,
The bridge, the single tree
We'd sit beneath.
And remember the sea,
The house, the intellectual air
Which I never saw
But which you told me
So earnestly about.
Like a bracelet of silver
They are wind-chimes
When I breathe.
And the scent of
The New Generation Is SelfishIt’s hard to hide the truth from everyone elseThe New Generation Is Selfish by bodders1991
There’s not much to do but to point and laugh
That’s all that most of them really do
Taking pretty much everything for granted
Bet they wouldn’t survive a day out on the streets
Without some help from home
Tell you all that they don’t need some help
That they are fine on their own
Leave some food on their plates saying that it’s crap
They scream in anger about everything
That’s not gone their way
Dear god the new generation is so selfish it’s unreal
Go out every night looking for some fun with their friends
They get drunk hoping for someone good looking to fuck
Doing drugs because they want to feel the effects
Not giving a damn about what their parents think
For all they care they just need to have a good time
Even if they become underage parents in the meantime
Tell you all that they don’t need some help
That they are fine on their own
Leave some food on their plates saying that it
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.
|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 a 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.
My contact email is firstname.lastname@example.org