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 Hostage that I AmYou have got to wonderThe Hostage that I Am by HanOneSail
To yourself about the times
When you are most alone
Whatever light that radiates,
Ascertains your mood.
The activities whatever they may be
Certainly hold you from keeping yourself
Breaking dreams on the line,
Between the hour and the end of time.
Feel no more than the chill left in the breeze.
Nobody around to hear you scream
That's what your mind threatens your heart with.
And when there isn't any more brightness shining,
What then will you resort to,
Are you safe from yourself?
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
Thinking a Parachute UpwardsUnable to fall down.Thinking a Parachute Upwards by HanOneSail
I'm thinking twenty four seven,
So much that it's burning
The air I'm falling in.
I ask myself constantly
Of the origination from when I fell off.
Refuting to travel with gravity,
That would crash me into the earth's troughs.
Why am I stuck on auto fire?
If I remember right it must be this life,
I am scared to stop thinking,
As once that starts waning.
I feel like it would be the end of me,
Even if it all this is digging my own hole.
I keep thinking of a literal degree,
That will give me a meaning to survive.
I don't admit to the validity of queries,
Inflating across my aging mindset,
Not to end up like the next reality series.
Selling out on a staged set,
To give up my brain;
And just plop onto the gravy train.
Put on a pedestal to be laughed at.
Since most likely I'll do something that;
Might get myself killed.
Since that's where all the thrill,
Is attracting most of the fans
That everyone ignores in the stands.
Some people behave that way to death.
|Have at thee.|
|Full Screen for Artist and Title of Deviation. |
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
Euphrosynedawn.Euphrosyne by Mercury-the-Queen
legs splash from milky sheets.
she rises from the bed like a wave
and crests, just before bare feet touch wood
and fog crawls across the mirror.
footsteps leave damp prints on the floor.
she sings in muted tendrils that float through
the sun dries her hair with copper fingers.
the shadows bunch beneath her feet
and she tosses them across the sky-
painting clouds over the staring sun.
mile-long legs stretch across the world
makes love to the hand-me-down earth.
her quickened breath becomes the wind
and sails ships across the seven seas.
when the sun grows weary,
she tucks it into bed with her brushes
and crimson-golden paint.
she sings songs while the stars
roll and tumble down the edge of night.
the moon wiggles in her teacup,
she sips carefully, pensively;
the man in the moon plants warm honey kisses
inside her mouth.
and they grow into peals of strawber
InspirationFingertips brush against a soft feather-Inspiration by TasLDaeD
In flight, it's to fast for my hands to catch.
The sun glints off a wing- like cystal ,
my eyes drink in its fractured colour-
Blinded, I turn my gaze away.
This Jet-Lagged NightLyrics written by Jonah Asher FeintuckThis Jet-Lagged Night by PonderHope
Music written by Jonah Asher Feintuck
In this feathered bed of nails, you will find mud that walks like snails in the waking of your veil where all your halo's will run stale...
And in the mist of blackened shores, you'll hear the scraping of their doors where all the voices will run sore on your contorting dirty floor...
And in nasal symphonies, you'll hear them crooning through the trees like a ravenous disease, oscillating in the breeze...
And inside my crematory, you'll relax in all the glory where the walls will say, "I am purgatory..."
Your punch in time clock...
Away all of your padlocks...
|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 email@example.com
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.