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.
Emotional Boiling PointsAbout the temperament of emotions.Emotional Boiling Points by HanOneSail
For some they can withstand,
Complements and personal callousness,
Anything that would touch on their anxiousness.
One person confessed to another.
They conversed daily,
Admired each other.
One day it ended, horribly.
The initiator blew up standing too close.
Overheated and becoming vaporous.
Now a ghost, a memory, and nothing else.
Wafting away with a manner so canorous.
The receiver of the ordeal,
Distraught with damned questions.
Curious as to why the loss of a relationship is so real,
After having so many shared and cherished sessions.
CPR: Carefully Positive RomanceI want to love you like no other.CPR: Carefully Positive Romance by HanOneSail
Respect from my colleagues;
Pride built with family;
Religion set in stone.
Memorable for the ages;
A personal adventure of romance;
Different from a single relationship.
Kisses filled with breaths;
Smiles that go on for miles;
Affection that knows no boundaries.
I want to resuscitate your heart.
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
Grandmother a Matriach to MeIt has been a yearGrandmother a Matriach to Me by HanOneSail
Without you in our lives
So much is happening now
More than it ever has
Big changes for everyone of us
Since your passing left me dysfunctional
In spirit as you watch over
I still miss you of course
We will always remember you
Deep within our hearts
Not a day goes by
Where I don't think of such a wonderful soul
At times I look at my phone
About to dial your number
To give some good news
Wonder what you are up to
Only to remember your not there anymore
Since as early I can recall
You have been the best role model
Going through much yourself
Yet still able to oppress weakness
Difficulties of living
While reminding us of what the right way of life is
Grandmother you were the only grandparent of mine
Grateful to have been born with you present
Because as much as the world howls at me
I'll hold in the single fact that
We had you in our lives
So I go through life
With strong goals of success
Since you were the one who helped me reach
Such a compromise with myself
Only I re
A New UpbringingDeep the remorse of a thousand criesA New Upbringing by HanOneSail
No more shall they soothe the lies
In the ages to come only many will attempt
To bring down all the hypocrisy lit
Let not the lily be taken
Leave it within the lake
So others may gaze upon it's peace
Guard it well as there will be those with fleece
For now is the time to uplift
The powerful emotions we conflict
A Penny In The PocketThere's a man standing upright hiddenA Penny In The Pocket by HanOneSail
He's asking for some spare change
The onlookers give and go
Remorse or without its hard to say
I rustle through my pockets
Find nothing but a little penny
All I can give or not how to decide
I'll give him that penny and learn
That even the littlest can be appreciated
This man gains one cent more to live
I gain insight on what it means to give
It's a cycle that no one can understand
Only to summarize to give is to feel good
Regardless of the smell of urine around
Regardless of the hot heat circulated
In here this hell hole
We made a connection beyond others
Many will find it too hopefully
But here with the least to gain
The most was gained
A penny in a pocket
Was like a million coins worth
For someone homeless 19 years
And for someone lived 19 years
There was a fate in line of each
Let neither lose their richness
|Have at thee.|
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All my favorites in the section titled Art.
Art like Doritos es like Burritos. Tasty.
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?
Bullet HolesIn the lonely hours I dream of nothing butBullet Holes by noirbloome
Shadows creeping up behind me,
Manifestations of all my own psychological horrors
That seed and spawn inside my head;
Fear, loss, greed, sloth, lust-
I'm guilty as charged.
The manacled wrist of my mother waving this world
Good bye as she slips into a destination
I have no ticket to.
The bruised handed wings imprinted on my shoulder blades
As a demon screams whore into the dirt where I lay
Where it spits in my face and cuts a scar into my cheek.
I remember that day like it were yesterday.
A little princess in virgin white lace, nymph-like,
Drifting through life in a cotton-bud daydream
The apple of his eye.
Myself standing at that window like Jesus, arms raised
Looking at the world through angry tears of embarrassment
And realising that the world itself is not a cruel place-
Only the people that inhabit it.
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.
|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.