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.
Resolution of TearsThis is my absolutionResolution of Tears by HanOneSail
No necessary salvation
There's got to be someone else in this serenity
That can see the evil against this calamity
Let the fallen rise in their own
So we may slay their dark intentions
Bring oneself closer to God
Inhibitions of the one and only
Remorse of a golden age
New era secured by ancient lions
Praise thy lord my soul to keep
As I wait amongst this tower keep
How much would it cost
For all the world tonight
To complete a dynasty
Merge any uncertainty
And well go solve
As strong as our resolve
Let the heavens not fall
For this is a battle call
Broken But Not FallenWriting was much simpler before adolescenceBroken But Not Fallen by HanOneSail
In a sense of organization and just about all else relative
Sure my imagination fuels it to live on
However it feels as if bullet ridden from realities
It is hampered down unwilling to express
Yet still I write and strive to perfect my craft
Ignorance arrogance tenacity or is it all perseverance
I could care less as I listen to the expressions of others
Who I feel have gone down the same lines
I know that deep inside where once potential shined
It remains even if dirtied it only needs to be washed
Retrieved from the depths and perhaps it will come alive
Once again breathing the air rejuvenated to a ounce of gold
So I renounce my pen and paper even if no longer such a form
I bury away my regret happily knowing I will attain greatness
Not by the views of others but by my own a glimmer from the past
Building over the days to what I can call my passion
As much of a grave it is for me to even read any old words
To know I continue is a truth to be
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
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All my favorites in the section titled Art.
Art like Doritos es like Burritos. Tasty.
Artists on Writers - No. 1, Hermann HesseArtists on Writers - No. 1, Hermann Hesse by techgnotic
Issue No. 1|Archives
I was inspired to create this series by naikki while looking through her gallery of diverse artwork and reading through her journals which are focused on her favorite inspiring writers and thinkers. I felt certain there must be beautiful artwork in the form of portraits and tributes to these writers and their stories. I found most of naikki's choices of quotes to be inclusionary, redeeming and welcoming to any artist on their own path. Instead of just crediting naikki with the inspiration for this new series on depthRADIUS, I also invited her to provide a quote about Herman Hesse of her own to kick off this series.
Contemplations of the sharp-eyed mystic: when words become the palette to paint the journey
Don't Suffocate a Lonely HeartWe can stay single forever,Don't Suffocate a Lonely Heart by HanOneSail
Yet it doesn't have to feel lonely.
Love whoever you want and however many,
By the end of the night close your eyes to no one.
Grasp for control of delusions and romance.
The only other person you'll see,
A reflection or an emission.
Awkward and bored.
That's how I phrase it,
Awkward and lonely.
So it does hurt once in a few years.
Otherwise you just feel numb,
Not ice cold just crippled.
Holes in the heart.
Tears fill em in.
It can be painless or dreadful.
Some kill themselves over it,
Others deny it and live wholesome.
Survival of the ruthless passion,
Is a game we all play.
At least sometime in our youth,
And even when the skin wrinkles.
They want your favor.
She needs you to survive,
He wants you for your skin,
They adore you for comfort.
However does it ever mean anything?
Does it matter at all to yourself?
The love for others or from others.
Maybe in the end we just want to love ourselves.
Awkward and bored.
That's how I p
The Thief's InfernoPeriodically does the paint fall,The Thief's Inferno by HanOneSail
The color is of my skin and no more.
Reluctantly does it make ill,
Hearing it unfold and peel until I am sore.
Look to the light and it will dry.
Hopefully the wind will pick up,
Leaving no blemishes like a mackerel sky.
At dark the pain is a blind rub.
Ley lines resonate this dulling mind,
There is nothing left to seal over my soul.
Protruding thoughts of excitement so kind,
Sweat out in a timely manner forming into liquid coal.
Jumping forth like the flick of a tongue,
My body and the burning fuel start to combust.
Pressure igniting in random sequences and soon unsung,
Doubling the atmospheric desire to burst.
Lasting dye on the coarse fox fur radiating an energy flow.
In these slight seconds before the calm,
They cheat me the name of the Burning Crow.
An unknown hero, and nevermore a mark locked in fate's palm.
A flying flame I stretch outward,
So that I can still smell the colors of the day.
Even if my title is gone I will seek downward,
Beauty of ChainsFairer than I could say,Beauty of Chains by HanOneSail
Life in chains amounts to freedom.
Then when released a hidden secret unveils.
Not at all in every case does such beauty commence.
Fear Ate RecluseThe forest whispers of Tabitha and Johnu.Fear Ate Recluse by HanOneSail
These were our names,
This is our romance.
There remains ghosts of our fates.
Foxes wander about,
Wondering how beautiful you were,
When you took me apart flesh and whole.
I'm your prey, a haunting pleasure.
Thread sewn across hearts together.
Both beating lively and sprouting wings.
Neither flows out blood
Just love that flies with grace
Filling the magenta skies.
What kind of colors have painted your hairs?
Questions slowly fading.
I am nothing, but fearful.
That you and I will never meet eyes.
Sitting around like the snow.
On the pavements that I remember,
They crumble apart with each bite.
And I wish that you never left
Cause now that your gone I know.
The recluse inside my heart is no more.
Both our fangs no longer sharp.
The longer I look at you,
The more my sight begins to fail.
You know the same from my venom.
Those days are over and we have recovered.
I'm afraid of writing back as it seems.
Finer moments will never tell me when
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.
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.
|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