Lost OrbsIf we were MarblesLost Orbs by HanOneSail
Then what symbols
Would be within
The center of our hearts?
Mine would be
Dark, empty, and unwanted.
But a hollow gem at best.
Should we happen to bump
Into each other,
Would we strike
Another sphere of life?
I just hope that the floor
We move upon
Can support the fates
Of orbs lost without any direction.
The Next Poor ManTortured on two fronts,The Next Poor Man by HanOneSail
I’m wrestling with death
To keep my life from drowning
That’s what it’s like to be in poverty,
And all the same a minority.
So give me a penny,
Toss me some funds,
I’ll be ruthless...
Because that’s all I’ve learned,
From this so-called, American Dream.
However, please don’t take offense,
This ‘aint nothing personal.
In fact, it’s an unholy,
Just another hustle,
For the next poor man
Only to become a target
For another political affair,
In one way or another.
A Flammable SituationA combination of vinegar and oil.A Flammable Situation by HanOneSail
The first is a damp and ready cigar tip, my life,
The latter aimlessly swirls within, my soul.
I’m looking at the emulsion before me with strife.
I have to know,
Why existence still fairs awfully terrible
When gloomy days are no more,
But an assortment of gems.
They taste sweet,
Other times like butterscotch.
Bitter sensations have never felt
Splotches of black circles
Onto the yellow pool of fat
Give new exciting shades,
The kind that makes a person shout.
Wrapping a damp towel around myself,
Everything seeps onto it’s pure fibers.
I’ve corrupted it’s form and made it my own.
At the end,
A spark will strike such a bundle of joy.
I’ll be nothing more than a pile of ebony ashes
Birthed in an inferno of colors.
The smoke that arises out of such a combustion
Will suffice my journey in this occasion called life.
A Lie and II'm deathly afraid of relationships.A Lie and I by HanOneSail
And actually any sort of commitments,
whether it be
renting a book,
booking appointments of any kind,
or being with someone that I'd want to love with,
I've just been disappointed so many times already,
and I've dealt all the same too many times before.
So please, don't be another attractive lie,
and I'll try to live honestly for both you and I.
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.
An Addictive PersonalityGhostly smoke leaves the lungs through the nose.An Addictive Personality by HanOneSail
I shut my mouth to keep it in as if it were my soul.
The most sleep I've ever had,
Was after drinking myself asleep.
Addicts arise out of their homes in pairs.
If responded to then I know that Heaven still exists.
A bird that shows light through darkness that embroils.
These are all things that make me shudder at night.
Stuck into a situation, my mind flees away.
Leaving my body empty and the seconds tick by quickly.
The next thing that comes out of my mouth is the worst.
Speechless afterwards I just pass it off hoping they think I'm stupid.
Sensitive to the touch but more abrasive than a car.
That can't get anymore mileage and is no longer
Running for any driver, just out of reason alone, so poor.
The feeling of my mind blank and blind is bipolar.
Version two stickers all over and proud of it,
That is the only way to rest without worry.
The more I argue against it and decline my fate,
The less comfort in the bed I get, if any at all.
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
Better Than PaleWhen the dark clouds are gone,Better Than Pale by HanOneSail
An empty sky remains in remembrance.
To all the past failures and happy moments.
We can look beyond and wonder what lies above.
Better than pale.
Everything that used to hurt to take in,
Is now amazing to be seen fading.
The immortalized pages of your past self,
Will never be forgotten as it slumbers away in your soul.
Pain is an emotional entrancement of scars.
Meant to define the history of your everlasting embrace;
Of a moment you don't truly wish to forget.
Bittersweet and at times a sharpening reason.
Better than pale.
As to why you are who you are, beautiful;
Even if the wounds never heal.
Whether or not it still itches underneath your skin,
Whenever looking at old pictures again.
The deftness of the different tones;
Pigments discolored and getting rosy.
Better than pale, because at least this way,
I know you still want to live with me today.
When the dark clouds are gone.
Everything that used to hurt to take in.
Will never be forgotten as it slumbe
Frozen Dreams and SoupDreams crossing my mind as I sleep.Frozen Dreams and Soup by HanOneSail
I tried to crack the surface.
Yet every time I try, I lay astonished.
Blanketed across my mind left in joy and pain.
Who is this girl that shared with me a love?
Who is this other that romance makes me cringe?
Why do these two appear as if this realm was true?
What message am I being taught, is there even one?
After that I try to rest longer to continue.
Nothing changes and the sun I wake up to is real.
I brush aside the cloth entrancing me.
The feeling of this is so nonchalant.
The hopes I wish to cling to,
Bite at my heart like snow.
I try to heat it up,
It gets cold like soup.
How the warmth escapes so quickly,
Burning in frostbite comes swiftly.
My hands and forearms pale yet red.
Struggling against the constant dread.
These visions and experiences question myself.
Asking without words but images and sensations.
Leaving me indifferent and lost in the blizzard.
The frost is now black and my soul white.
Someone help me out of here before I,
Misbegotten InfatuationInside outside its all an unworldly parade.Misbegotten Infatuation by HanOneSail
I say the words I shouldn’t knowing full well what may deride.
A sliver of connections then strike aflame snapping away.
I want to turn back time and try as many times to sway.
She was definitely not thinking the same thoughts;
Neither did our hearts match but hey were both lonely enough.
Today didn’t pause and tonight won’t go as planned.
It doesn’t matter the slightest even if I could attract her mind.
My body isn’t the ideal of society’s standard favor.
I don’t got the muscle to back up my social flounder.
Mentally I feel intimidating to anyone that doesn’t love me.
Spiritually I don’t care enough to cry out a name.
Its honest to God liberating like a drill to the heavens.
Yea, and Simon says find the reasons.
Then I just fall down on the bed and imagine nothing.
Under my skin a carousel laughing to my festering.
Casual lovers won’t understand the lack of hostile romance,
Within and Around UsWorlds fall apart before us everydayWithin and Around Us by HanOneSail
At times we notice slightly
While others haven't the care
To ever cherish any bare
Naked at the start then after developing
Into blossoming enveloping
Blessings of life to each their fullest
The bounds of a mortal's behest
To desire that which they do not have?
To represent their heart in a halve?
To what ends will it be proven?
To how many will notice the bludgeon?
A wish of surpassing the dying of time
A sound of what might be their rhyme
A reflection as the moon to the sun
A group of individuals who know the sum
Of the price of breathing in distress
Living just to search for all of the excess
Left behind from each collapsing hope
Far diminished into the sky's pulp
Atmospheric fulfillment of what was lost
Repeats the cycle waiting to be cast
As if prayers new worlds appear
Before us as the old ones disappear
Cruel is life and cold or might it be
Bold and amazing to see
Past all of creation
Forward all of innovation
A road where all fates end
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All my favorites in the section titled Art.
Art like Doritos es like Burritos. Tasty.
Haiku Request: Suffocating ShadowsMy sight is dim, thatHaiku Request: Suffocating Shadows by AvidCommenter
Of a bat's poor vision, lost
In a pit's bleak void.
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.
Eye of the StormI believed I could make the wind blow,Eye of the Storm by SolidMars
and force the moon to shine at night,
create rainbows just by thinking,
and hold tea parties for fairies in July,
I was the queen of my own graceful lands.
Yet, I grew old and realized,
I am the kind of girl who'd trip and fall,
often for stepping on her own feet.
My crown of diamond and gold
now a rusted piece of bronze,
I lost my throne to treason, my kingdom to hate,
I became the eye of a hurricane,
loaded with mishaps I need to atone.
I felt the soft touches of angels,
and lost my own wings to demons who could crush stone.
Felt the scorching tears run so often,
I knew I must have hit bottom low.
I had nothing holy, no one to call dear,
but here I am, the starting point of my own storm.
I felt fear, clung to shadows,
encased my heart within marble walls,
and threw the keys that can unlock my soul.
So many chances I've lost with no love to seek,
and so many people I turned my back to.
I let the darkness gnaw through my bones.
So Many QuestionsSo many questions,So Many Questions by ThornZfire
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.
|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 an artist will help inspire people to do what they think they must do to help the world, or to just enjoy a brighter perspective in life.
My contact email is email@example.com
And here is my Patreon
Hafez is a poet that, I am told, never traveled and lived in Persia (Iran) all his life. He listened to the merchants and travelers that happened upon him during his life, and wrote poetry that often was poured from his heart like most poets of old. I received a book called Divan of Hafez filled with translations and original forms of Hafez’s work from my Father’s fellow mountaineering friend. We went out for Chinese food tonight and I was able to read a few poems within the book.
Hafez’s Memorial is visited by many with troubles and questions. The people go to him with his such a book then they say a prayer with their issue. Next they open the book to a random page and read the poem, that is Hafez’s response.
This practice reminds me of one that Asians often practice when they go to Temples and Shrines. I decided to open this book to a random page while writing my next poem for my Nightly Dribble. It was a wonderful feeling as I feel a connection with this particular poet, the pages I opened to were 260 and 261 in the book.
The English translations were made by WilberforceClarke for the first one, and Herman Bicknell for the second one, here are some bits:
“If the Beloved departed; and recognized not the right of ancient society.
God forbid that I should go in pursuit of another beloved.”