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 downThinking A Parachute Upwards by HanOneSail
I'm thinking twenty four seven
So much that it's burning upon
The air I'm falling in
I ask myself constantly
Of the origination of 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 is digging my own hole
I keep thinking of a literal degree
That will give me a meaning to survive
So that 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 plopped 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
Yes sir some people behave that way to death
Although it's not what I
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
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Art like Doritos es like Burritos. Tasty.
Would you?if i gave you a flowerWould you? by Potatobunzz
would you keep it?
would you hide it away?
and hope it lasts forever?
if i wrote you a poem
would you burn it into your heart?
would you memorize every stanza?
and kept it close?
if i told you 'i love you'
would you be so happy your heart would break?
would you faint on the spot?
and wake up and scream with joy?
if you gave me a flower
I WOULD keep it
I WOULD hide it away
AND I WOULD hope it lasts for ever
if you wrote me a poem
I WOULD burn it into my heart,
memorize every stanza,
and keep it the closest it could get
if you told me you 'i love you'
I WOULD faint on the spot
I'd be so happy my heart would break
I'd scream with joy
and hope that you’d say it again
Other WritersDon't write poetry.Other Writers by HamsterScribbles
They cling to the fiction section
writing those novels.
Pages filled with words they say
are their own, and who is to say otherwise?
I’m one to talk.
A builder of paper alps
the glorious peaks missing,
each scaled halfway.
Only to let go again, I fall
into habits of laziness, crawl.
Another paper mountain.
When experience is something earned
the ink, to write, required.
Mine wont suffice.
Being coddled has robbed me,
fear has cost me,
both pockets empty.
There are still words in my throat,
taste of ink, shouldn't swallow.
Should spit out.
I cover my mouth, when it's easier
covering what may appear
and be regretted.
Before the pen has caught up to my mind
I've stumbled into another line,
unable to remember,
how all the legos fit together.
Without the words of others,
I can't write.
Dancing With UncertaintyExcuse me as I regurgitate every memory,Dancing With Uncertainty by HanOneSail
For each second spent thinking of you,
Takes another minute away from my life,
The clock mocks me with the same face as when you broke me.
In the end you were right,
Everyone will just be forgotten.
If not them, then I will be the one lost,
Never to be thought of again.
Going through any of this,
Feels all too similar,
For too many days felt likewise.
I've heard this at least a million times, too familiar.
If only we could go back to the time,
When we only knew each other by our names.
I'd redo it all again even if everything was fine.
Since at least I can live through the moments again.
And I told you we would be dancing,
To the tune of the uncertainty inside of you.
Its all the same whether you kiss me tonight.
However it will never be the same if I just leave it at that.
Sometimes its like your trying to get rid of me,
I know that isn't the case but it kills me slowly.
So with faith in you, I sit here in silence,
Waiting until you'll respond
Gauche And Then UndergoCall to yourself the matrimony of any friends.Gauche And Then Undergo by HanOneSail
Ask what makes you gauche in the recent trends.
The outcome you receive is possibly the kindest,
Than any other result you may just detest.
Deep sincerity etches across the words as they turn.
A learned prestige in the matters of social popularity.
Just because you don't belong to someone to yearn for out of return;
Doesn't make you any less of an individual living with proud clarity.
Life doesn't fit the same glove on every hand.
If it were so then there would be more than any brand,
Rarity among people would be torn out of definition.
Passions worn openly and forever loss of any unique inclination.
An atmosphere of attacks couldn't amount enough excuses,
With the answer you have discovered there will be no more bruises.
Reduction of your soul halts in the coming new age of progress.
Shattered dreams meld and find comfort inside of you forming a personal coalesce.
Take it slowly or advance with celerity and never let go,
Life is but an in
Manufactured For The EndThe smell of dead skin filled the room so very faint.Manufactured For The End by HanOneSail
Flipping the switch the lights flicker like broken finger nails.
Rust on the metal desk as if a fresh coat of paint.
This is the room I was conceived in of this mechanical town.
My master no longer recognizable just a pile of bones.
I barely recall my serial number like a name.
It has been some time since I last rebooted and today.
Pushing open the wood crates a shattered face.
Not a person’s but a predecessor,
The basis of my completion.
I found it’s mother board and read it through as if taking blood pressure.
A socket for batteries was on its back such a primeval design.
I’m the newest model and very well the only one.
In this city built from stone and scrap I exist.
The only difference is I have flesh in my tone.
I contain a message meant for one who is of meat.
Programmed for whatever reason that is all I move for.
Obeying the singular code to travel the ends of the earth.
Those of blood that made this chaos w
Will You Love Me Even In Death?Sometimes I feel uneasy if I haven't written a line for a poem a day.Will You Love Me Even In Death? by HanOneSail
Then I feel worse if I don't keep going with the line to complete the poem.
Afterwards I finish and feel an awkward satisfaction that distances myself.
Almost the same feeling when you fall in love for the first time.
Being entranced with some person or object.
The thrilling excitement of this individual never known yet.
Whether there is a resonance of rhyme or sequence,
It doesn't matter so long as it feels real enough to prove credence.
As shortly as the line connected may last for,
Will it quickly extend space and time for much more.
Tirelessly and effortlessly in determination I break the silence.
However I wake up and it is all a fantasy that was out of the balance.
One day holding them by the back of their neck,
Closing in for a kiss close to their breath,
Will there finally be a chance to just stop and say with a peck,
If they would love me back the same even in death.
Reflected Memories~Poetry Commission~Reflected Memories by RollingTomorrow
Walking a shadowed road
Where the passage of day and night
Yield so little hopeful light
Days of the same familiar suffering
Ever familiar agony,
Piercing what remains of "me"
A heart made of stone
Where the beats are only physical
People come and go,
Living and dying so fleetingly
No matter where I go,
No matter what forbidden borders I transgress,
It's always the same
Before feeling can return
They always disappear
The same old pain
I've felt blades pierce my heart
The guillotine sever my neck
Oxygen robbed by deep waters
It seems so trivial
The same drama, repeated time after time
But with even the most superficial injury
Will extinguish their lives
No matter where I go,
Controlled by the puppeteer's strings,
Mortality rules everyone, in every world
Dancing like a perfect marionette
Following orders no matter the cost or consequence
I walk my shadowed road
Abound with indistinct darkness and light
In every life,
In every realm,
I've been there watching
As their l
Closing Your EyesWhispers echo in my earsClosing Your Eyes by RollingTomorrow
Confirming every fear
The truth is here
Fate is too linear
Breath still held
Watch terror meld
These moments beheld
Promises are upheld
This cruelty is reality
The heartlessness is fate's ability
I'm haunted by fatality
Losing you was an eventuality
Regretting every mistake
Smiles that are fake
Hold me until I break
Because I'm still awake
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
|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