My world is small, covered with a cloud of silence,
Layered by feelings which are unspoken.
I’m grateful for every you who have visited
And spent time to like my innest.
This year’s birthday, Nothing I appreciate
More than you who choose to stayed with love and faith.
# 91 My Birthday:)
Sense and do what the voice says I should,
I believe innate heart knows what’s good.
Let go fears of losing outer things,
Focus on how to be better Human being.
Brave to grow with life Responsibilities,
Take care thoughts and Actions Positively.
As nothing’s darker than no one understanding,
I won’t Hurt other people’ feelings.
Value time and right now opportunities,
Nurture inner Happiness and this body.
2017, I’m Committing
To make the life version I’m loving.
(SHARP – senseful, humane, active, responsible, present)
Mooning can be stopped,
Heartbreaking can be short.
Daydreaming doesn’t love to stay,
All those inner pains slip away.
When at night, no shelters to sleep
All day long has nothing to eat.
When too few scarce life heat
Can’t be protected from winter breeze.
If we have someone to miss,
Don’t that be something to cherish?
As the time is the most valuable thing,
Million people fight now for their livings.
But we can just keep thinking
And feel hurt along the love songs we sing.
Thanks for beautiful pains that can remain under our skins
Because good lives enough we are all in.
In storms of strong winds, in storms of stark waves,
In this world, dad and mom are angels who save.
Sometimes, an only shelter looks so similar to a grave,
Your loves remind me why to brave.
I wonder how you are so calm,
I’m always so stupid with false alarms.
All around, they are too many harms,
It’s too lonely without your arms.
But if I didn’t wake up to fight tomorrow,
I had drown us in unforgiven eternal sorrows.
I promise I won’t leave our lives that kind of hollows,
I do my best to fulfill good wills and soul.
If I live, I will have lots of chances
With you, to share carings and happinesses.
For a time of tears and weaknesses,
I will win them with your kind blesses.
In the waves of wind or of sea,
I’m crying many times, I’m sorry.
But the world of brave, and safe, I will be,
Because you two have loved me.
Between ribcages, there’s a hollow
Of, once, where poetries were composed.
The numb hand has no words;
Every yesterdays become just blank papers.
The beauties in the eyes
Have no further meaning or hidden advice.
I should write a better love poetry
But the snatcher is not a reality.
It has no more heartfelt verses
In this unrecovered emptiness.
A sunny day at Marktplatz,
Hot frites from paper cone,
I curved above the smile of my own.
I so miss you
And the moment that sunlights could seep through
I’m instantly blind
By the happiness the previous life shines.
# Looking at last year trip photo in Belgium, I just realize how I fond of one funny photo which I curved the fries above my smile. I could see the simple happiness bursted under the afternoon sun rays, and I missed that moment:)
The sangria recipe of this summer,
I discover you, my perfect sweetener.
The ingredient starts from a few memories.
I add white wine, chopped fruits, and fantasies.
It’s spiced, it’s served the way I like.
Should I surprise it tastes so right?
Doubtly, affection is not what I create,
One-sided imagination I am inebriate.
The real sweet you or all added sugar
I am falling in love so far?
I don’t know why but I missed your eyes.
The way they’re kind is too hard to find.
But we’re too far like two skies.
There’s no way to see twice.
Until today, the world conspired.
I opened door, it was you behind.
I wonder why nothing’s in my memory,
Except your eyes, I recognized immediately.
It’s not my heart but you touched closely,
Sliced that part deeply, carefully.
I don’t like you. It’s just your eyes (and maybe smile), obviously.
More than certain, this’s what you do to everybody.
I don’t want to cross danger line but my poetry
Keeps whispering the missing word is destiny.
# My fiftieth. For your eyes. Surprisingly
I’m sorry to smile
Without any replies.
I turn off our Line
And every noti signs.
I know you are caring
But it’s suffocating.
The world seems running
Out of air for breathing.
Forgive me for
Don’t walk into your open door.
Rushing to the far shore,
I fear when your feelings pour.
I’m absolutely sad
And feel I’m very bad.
How much guilt one has had,
When you go and I’m glad.
This’s my formal apology
For not being mannerly.
However, I’m not sorry
To never return yours evenly.
Daily Prompt: Apology
When last breath becomes air approaches,
The priorities of things are declared
And beauties of simple surroundings
Are too intense to bare.
When last breath becomes air’s diagnosed,
Why meaning of life could be chosen
And pursued what is needed most
When bodies are going to loss?
The day that last breath becomes air
Is common we all people share.
Why to wait cancer or disease
Signifies urgency of to care.
If the last breath is tomorrow
Should it be in the life we borrow?
Does it feel shallow or hollow?
Is moment overwhelmed by sorrow?
The second of last air is unknown
Don’t keep love within and alone.
Answer of existence, don’t postpone.
Before life has left only bones.
# Dedicate for the meaningful piece of art about life of Paul Kalanithi, his memoir “When Breath Becomes Air”. I finished it last night, cried my eyes out. I moaned for the world’s losses about his understanding of life and death, his neurosurgical skill and his compassion towards patients. Imagine how many people he could save if he was alive.
I cannot write a line summary here as death does not have a pinpoint but it absolutely is a process to feel and understand. However, one thing I can tell from this reading is there is no books can draw the asymtote to the answer for life existence better than a story of a good one who had to be gone away.