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 driftTwo 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
To 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
Its people like you
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.
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.
Spoken In An OceanFirst off I would like to apologize,Spoken In An Ocean by HanOneSail
For my love of expression that get's carried away.
The immersion with my art consumes without caution.
All the energy and time I commit towards a delectable cache.
Ironically I am a person who has lost all reason,
Yet passionately I grasp for the very thought of it without regret.
Dressing up my speech and words when I'm nothing more than decent.
Without further ado enough feeling sorry for myself.
Why I ever spared a care for the ridicule,
Of devils, poking fun at my soul for a dime.
When I start to remember the glistening idea,
That God is still holding onto my pinky promise.
Everything taken into account,
I often wonder in the quiet hours I am alone;
If it even hurts anymore to continue striving across this tower.
Excitement for new fascinations in text that make a face no longer forlorn.
Hopes float in and build off of the dreams from both wake and sleep.
Then come the hours I spend stuck in insomnia,
Seem to offer the greatest pleasures that I
Safe Escape Into AdulthoodSometimes we are all just looking to escape,Safe Escape Into Adulthood by HanOneSail
Away in a rush to the greatest temptation.
From the pain in our sockets that are innate.
Endlessly in a pursuit of happiness with a childish fascination.
A Dreamt Eclipse of DivinityWalking at a pace that matches the heat,A Dreamt Eclipse of Divinity by HanOneSail
Withering as I come closer to a new treat.
Life sure does brighten the eyes of a dreamer;
Death is unnoticed as time invested is left to simmer.
All I seek from the ants crawling near is a refund.
Forgetting my ticket to a wallet being more abundant;
I found myself leaving and accepting my intentional mistake.
Chiseling past a block, I met them once again as I felt astray.
Divinity in the form of a couple I'm not even certain of.
The way they appeared and radiated like the stars above.
The ones that are hidden in daylight, revealed as is their fate,
By nightfall such sparkling love is able to remove any ill weight.
Lost in the sensual connection,
Older in the sense of natural selection.
A personal meaning of the concept differing from biology;
Frequenting on the single direction towards an affectionate ideology.
Simply the belief to love yourself before falling for others.
With the thought still warm in the mind, they left me in wonders.
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 firstname.lastname@example.org