Dragons As They Should BeThe ones you can count on.Dragons As They Should Be by HanOneSail
Those that wouldn’t leave you on;
A broken cliff waiting to fall.
Will come back to pick ya’ll,
Up far into the Heavens.
When Hell is dealt justice and alone craven.
Masonic storms created by choice;
Cannot even hold back this force.
A person you do not doubt.
A person you can speak about,
With love and care.
It does not matter where.
For this is a dragon.
Become one of this wagon.
Venture like a God fearing man south.
Soar back up a wise man north.
Fly as if a swordsman east.
Vanish into a clever man west.
Then return to the middle.
Dragons do exist there.
Just do not lose,
The importance of life.
A privilege to some.
To the free an unrelenting tone.
The Scrupulous SlayerAll this turbulence I senseThe Scrupulous Slayer by HanOneSail
Strains as if a art war
Got me confused to think
Writing is a sin
But no that’s just my stash of demons
Invading but writhing against my conscience
As I line them up one by one
To exorcise them with my stake
Stabbing down the ink flares
Their blood to ash
Upon my compendium of memories
I am a slayer that scribes
Jotting after the unholy
Tell me your story
And I will transpire
Into this paper vessel
They shall lose face
A gift from God
A technique to animate
A mental battle to concentrate
On living by with less turmoil
Hearken to the souls who read
These apparatus of chained wraiths
Not allowed to be
Living within your home
Corrupting our thoughts
So I send them to the pyre
Back to hell as they came
Two Sounds to any story. The Owner and the Viewer.Page 1 to Page 1Two Sounds to any story. The Owner and the Viewer. by HanOneSail
The Greatest Artist Are You
"I am a poet at heart. People are living art to me I can't help but to see how great they are. How fascinating they are. So I already know how people will be. I am a Human Being."
Confucius' concept of to be Chinese
Misery upon MemoryIts all so WizardlyMisery upon Memory by HanOneSail
A poor lad about ye tall 5 ft 3
16 years alive
sees the lass of his dreams
He engages conversation with she
Nervousness tells him it won't happen
Logic explains it will never work out
The heart frail is now aching
Such a disappointment noticed
Into his recollection of the event
It all was blind to the eye
But was felt within the third
The romance developing beneath within to be complete
Leaving him magically
Agony sets forth upon a firm prison
Not allowed to runaway
With this half broken heart
Without this fading part
For whatever reason
aye tis be bout thy heart of ache
like a sea rustling against the wind
might yee be yarr on the find
i pour my tea as i relax and see
Three quarters hot the rest cold
Whats the point of adding both
So I can still have that burning taste
Yet not singe my lips when i take
Raising my eyes I look out beyond
Peering into the distant yard
Trees of all shades and sizes
Pleasant smells arise
At this moment I find myself
Once Upon a Time On Pacific Coast and Sante FeThere is this street located in Long BeachOnce Upon a Time On Pacific Coast and Sante Fe by HanOneSail
Lot of ma and pa stores one would say
There is El Sol bakery in front of the Police Station
Liquor store with the goods we get around
The local Admiral Kidd park is the chillest spot
Chi-mole and all sorts of fun
Soccer to play pens and such
Neighborhood I hear has had it rough
Yet everyone is getting along well
For a outsider like myself
I realized how much I miss it at times
Cabrillo High School surrounds most of these
Do not forget the local Long Beach Job Corps
All in all the place that started the crop
Lot of good people around just not enough love
Many places just like these could receive
A little more help on the way I believe
Of course I am just a twenty year old experience
My favorite one is the Brisket American Grill
P-Lay game place right on the side
There are Hispanic restaurants there
Everywhere just waiting to be shared
I just hope they stay well like ours
O man such places like these
Made me feel like i am at home
So please visi
Ka-Ta-Na Su-shiKa-Ta-Na with giggles heardKa-Ta-Na Su-shi by HanOneSail
Me and my buddy used to use rulers and say
In a child like voice
Shifting the blade of the samurai
Hailing the name Katana Sushi
We found a restaurant
Went more often with the other homies
Ate the lunch all you can eat only
Pay about 20 dollars and a few ones
You get yourself practically the whole menu
The waitresses are great feels like family
Waiters got charm that others will find different
There's one dude with wavy hair
Nostalgic as if straight from a story
Not one piece like Sanji
But like a herald of bountifulness
Relaxing sounds float among this katana
As I peak at my simple Udon and cucumber rolls
Thinking when I get a job
Ill upgrade to the Unagi rolls
A zen reached at a decent price
Coming out I walked home
Stomach full of liquids that provide health
Utmost joys clear enough to speak
So come one come all to Ka-Ta-Na
Off of Colima and Hacienda Blvd
They also have specials
Grandmother a Matriach to MeIt has been a yearGrandmother a Matriach to Me by HanOneSail
Without you in our lives
So much is happening now
More than it ever has
Big changes for everyone of us
Since your passing left me dysfunctional
In spirit as you watch over
I still miss you of course
We will always remember you
Deep within our hearts
Not a day goes by
Where I don't think of such a wonderful soul
At times I look at my phone
About to dial your number
To give some good news
Wonder what you are up to
Only to remember your not there anymore
Since as early I can recall
You have been the best role model
Going through much yourself
Yet still able to oppress weakness
Difficulties of living
While reminding us of what the right way of life is
Grandmother you were the only grandparent of mine
Grateful to have been born with you present
Because as much as the world howls at me
I'll hold in the single fact that
We had you in our lives
So I go through life
With strong goals of success
Since you were the one who helped me reach
Such a compromise with myself
Only I re
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A Lovely Prison With YouThe sound of the lawn mower coming,A Lovely Prison With You by HanOneSail
Brings despair in the restless morning.
At night I used to worry about the coyotes around,
Now instead romance is the main issue inbound.
Fairer days scented with roses are never known;
Until the pink winds come knocking down.
Troubles brew black leaving my heart in distress.
Tempers trifle blue leading on the brain to impress.
I'm falling in love with every aspect of you like a old bruise.
I'm sure you've heard that before, but I mean it true.
Even then I probably sound typical.
Even then I still can't stop being so pitiful.
Engaged and disengaged left enraged,
As my language ceases to understand the love story to be staged.
No mercy for feelings that can't match with the best phrase.
A prevention of going through an emptiness that forms after a blaze.
I want you to know like no lover of mine that I am complacent.
Selflessly I confess in my dreams with you adjacent.
Waking up happy and then sad as I realize the reality;
I'm still just falling in lov
Colors Alone That WarmAll the colors you always felt dripping.Colors Alone That Warm by HanOneSail
Let them down onto me in a rush.
Before I burn into a crisp lost and fading.
In the time that we hold hands and let go believe then hush.
I never want to feel that way again,
So please like fluorite with calcite flux into me.
Merging tides pour in resonance,
Souls that can no longer flow let ours filter away.
Every ounce of darkness and the little bits of light.
Sparkling against heavy feelings that you keep hidden.
As the brush comes upwards off of the canvas,
Does my belief in a better future for us reinforce.
These shades of gray belong to you.
The white in my eyes will take it all in.
Bliss amongst knowing that I can see more.
Much more than I ever could when we never met yet.
The first gloss that streams towards the heart,
Will break the chiseling melancholic clouds;
Making the largest of splenetic frowns into simple amusements.
Just don't ever leave me for the fires across the mounds.
For if you truly understand how solid you are in my vis
An Answer To Have Meaning"You don't mean anything."An Answer To Have Meaning by HanOneSail
I read and heard into my thoughts,
The words of a stranger mean nothing.
At first it seemed that way, but they did matter like Christ on the cross.
As long as my spirit thrives from creation,
Whether predestined, shared by others, sacrilegious or not.
I will continue to exist on my own terms for I know no final destination.
Fantasy upon the beliefs any may hold onto me will be overwrought.
The anxiety born inside me will be endured as I express.
It starts at the tips of my body,
Collapsing and changing in the style of a noblesse.
Then I let it out like a confession even if gaudy.
I am not in strong belief, neither do I preach to believe.
The night is unkind and I am just sharing to you my soul.
A liar I may sound if I had one to tell and weave;
I would be through with you instantly instead of staring at a black hole.
The one that is you, the one that I wonder.
Slightly immersed at the statement made unaware,
If it was made out of amusement or a blunder.
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
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
|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