Cracking EggshellsAm I not needed,Cracking Eggshells by HanOneSail
Do you despise me or is it a lie?
That you truly hate me
Go to sleep I,
Tell my self... thinking of your sweetness
That I don't know of anymore
Instead, try to dream I say,
Fancy a thought together.
You are the pimple on my ass,
A boil under my tongue,
You rip me apart falling
Like yolk from a rotten egg.
A beak is all that remains,
And I'll see to it that
I find my voice again.
Even if things aren't
Always sunny side up.
Spiritual MorphineLove and peace.Spiritual Morphine by HanOneSail
Fills the veins,
Dries the nerves.
I found it today.
I look for it daily.
In places and people,
Whether I know of or not,
That I no longer
See or talk to anymore.
Ebbs and flows.
Making me an addict,
Hooked on feelings.
Petals White to BlackHow quickly do I forget the colorPetals White to Black by HanOneSail
Of a flower with a shade that fades
And turns darker.
As likely will I mirror it one day
Reflecting unexpected growth,
Without minding anyone else.
Light and shadows pass by,
But I’ll stretch accordingly
Desiring nothing more
Than the freedom to choose.
Fears of withering
Scare off the land,
Made of make believe.
While I remain as the one
That knows all to well
How time has passed me.
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.
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
|Have at thee.|
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All my favorites in the section titled Art.
Art like Doritos es like Burritos. Tasty.
The man with The thousand masksTheyThe man with The thousand masks by SolidMars
They all talk about hope,
some say she's gotten married
others say she committed suicide,
and the rest believe forever gone.
the oddity of it when I hear them,
and remember hope is not even lost,
in every gust of wind, every sunrise,
every smile or kiss,
even inside a mother's newborn.
I still see it inside you,
sometimes on the surface,
other times choking deep within you
especially when you spend your days alone.
You never used to listen, remember?
You're not the type to be put down with words,
you had it all, but it's ruined,
and they saw your tears soaking you to the bone.
You never smiled anymore.
She was the one called hope,
smiling upon you out the blue,
you never even noticed how
a new life surged through you.
I watched you daily, I whimpered,
a conflict between a demon and a conscious
I know you're guilty,
I know the truth.
You stand before the mirror,
flip through your masks,
put on a smile, a charming allur
thanatopsis in the taste ofthanatopsis by crimsonletters
bones, the sun puked
and coloured us
red in tune
with the velvet
in our veins
|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
Currently I will be in Taiwan from Sept. 15th, 2015 until Jan. 14th, 2016. During November I will be traveling to Nanjing, China for about ten days. I hope to share as many journal entries about my experience.
Today, I enjoyed my first day ever in Taiwan by walking around Tamsui.
In the morning I bought a new pair of comfortably sized jeans, which would retire my old ones that are three years old now, and falling apart. Explored the metro station a little bit, remembered the buses to take back home from there. (Buses 36 and 39)
Around the evening, I was able to do a group Skype call with my mother, and older sister. Afterwards went out for a haircut with our family acquaintances I am staying with. Rode the backseat of a motorcycle for the first time, including my first motorcycle ride as well. We headed down towards the dockside for a haircut, the place was closed, instead we went for a walk around the area. Hsiao-Ling, sister in-law, purchased a delightful sour plum drink for me, and many other foods for dinner. A particular delicacy we ate was rice molded into a sausage shape which then held Taiwanese sausage in the center of it. Also the milk tea in Taiwan sure is better than in America.
Tonight is just writing and taking care of mobile phone issues which probably won't be resolved until tomorrow morning. Although around 8:00 am tomorrow I will be eating with Mao Mei, one of the sisters of the family friends I am staying with, for breakfast with the auntie/grandmother within the household. We will be at the famous Mr. Brown cafe, which I've always grown up in America rarely drinking the canned coffee brand at my uncle Tony's.
Overall, I've seen a good amount today in the "fresh water" city of Tamsui/Danshui. From learning about how people such as George Leslie Mackey had built a mission here that is now a great school to having seen the Lover's Bridge and more. I can find it a very appealing place along with its shrines and cultural food stores. Lastly, Taiwan has a lot of motorcycles. :3