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.
One-Sided QuarrelsShe told me as I sat patiently,One-Sided Quarrels by HanOneSail
That there are certain people...
Those types that fit in with trash.
The ones that can't see themselves for better.
I had wrought myself into pleasure,
With a friend she cared about.
And she told me of all these opinions,
Relating to our same ethnicity.
Did I fall in love with her for a moment?
Was it wrong of me to feel affection from her disgust?
How come I felt pathetic to hear it all?
The strangeness of being alienated of any respect from her?
Either way it has been so many years since back then,
The sunlight in a room with people who had bonds together.
Somehow, somewhere I do wonder what they are all up to now.
Because inside of my heart I think I'm searching for who I still am.
I don't remember her name at all,
Even the girl from the night before.
For a human being I must be rather wretched.
Since even now I'm relishing the meaningless memory.
The closest I even had with any of them,
Was just a single night and morning after.
Maybe I was in over m
The Crown of HairMy hair is long and kind.The Crown of Hair by HanOneSail
Dark and full as a nest.
Within it houses my mind .
The pride of each strand is the best.
Although I am told by many to do so.
I do not wish to cut my crown.
Some look and laugh at its flow,
Others gasp at how it has grown.
If I were to cut it all off,
I fear that my memories,
Would all but fade in a cough.
Thin pieces more precious than the gold from Aries's.
It shall become aged and lost of its shininess.
I refuse to do any of that,
Not until my hair has held pure whiteness.
I'd rather sell my flat.
Simple reasons beyond mortal comprehension.
Only animals can relate to my hopes.
The wear and tear without letting go to tension.
That is what binds my life in such ropes.
Quiet And DamagedYou say things that really make me think of nothing.Quiet And Damaged by HanOneSail
Words fly by and sometimes you start to yell anything.
I’d consider this all verbal abuse especially when we start bad mouthing.
At the end of the arguments I’m left torn and silent haunted by everything.
Distortion Age: Pioneers of the PastElliot was gritty throughout his struggles in the real world. Breaking past every unseemly danger and the unfortunate betrayal from his squad mate Christoff Mitcher. Walking through a deathly tundra, Elliot Ainsworth stared off into the falling snow. Each freckle drifted down and the next only added to his new-found conscious. His mind felt weary, he wanted to stop, but a yearning desire to explore more took over. Step by step he paced and suddenly blinding white sleets of ice surrounded him smacking layers onto his synthetic skin.Distortion Age: Pioneers of the Past by HanOneSail
"Those bureaucrats of the country and damned scientists must be laughing; while we remain out here doing their dirty work." Elliot was delusional.
"It wouldn't hurt to just give up here... Ilyene you'd forgive me right?" Thinking back of how she looked in the recovery lab. He felt guilty to think that she belonged to him, just because she wasn't human.
Ilyene Lupei the love of Elliot's life; a romance created between an Artificial Intelligence and a Human Co
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.
A Real ManA Real Man by ArtTraveller77
We men journey through life with goals on our mind,
left to our decision to be mean or kind
Though some would say why does it matter,
most prefer to be the latter
We are often big and strong,
but should know when we are wrong
We can also be funny and smart,
and using both together can help win a heart
Keep living life proper and you might just find,
that special somebody whose always on your mind
The one woman in your life
who very well one day could be your wife
You give her kindness and respect,
expected things that are morally correct
Her being a large center of your focus
and knowing she will always notice
For you see her as a dime,
always happy and willing to give her time
For that is love,
when you feel complete and all of the above
|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