Beautiful Pieces of Pains

All the saints I’m around turn to grey.

Their black eyes just stare and slay

My hope into dusty powders.

With teardrops, they’re falling together.

But the nature’s mercy

Brushes up each pain carefully.

Every invisible pieces of heart on the ground

Are transformed into jewels of red, star, yellow, crown.

I realize the world suddenly

Blesses every sad soul secretly,

With colorful lessons to appreciate,

With the never-dying faith.

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My Last Golden Gate Trip

Crossing the same bridge, holding the same note,
I looked up to the sky but that eyes,
Surprisingly, came with open smile.
Crossing the bridge, holding the note written,
“I won’t jump if at me, one person smiles”
This world has the light somewhere, I survive.
Crossing the same bridge, holding the same note,
I looked up to the sky but you smiled.

#128 triolet

What Is Mine Will Come Back To Me


I used to be afraid of sunset;
I hesitated to finish this hundredth poetry.
Like the ending was reaching.
It might be no mornings nor next stories.
I did not want you to go,
My soul cried for lost painfully.
But I start to be enough old,
Something is met to let go, finally.
Good time is always too short.
Live with what that is got wholeheartedly.
Sunrise will come,
A new day with another same sun’s beauty.
Love above, and destiny
Will bring back what is mine to me.

# 100th

# I submitted my 99th for a contest:)

# photo: A way to heaven – Chuo shokudou, Kyoto University 

Afterbright Afterlife

Here is so dark but I don’t fear.
I’d lived in brightness but I didn’t know.
The pillars were all strong, yet I was so scared.
Its safeness turned my bones and blood cold.

I jumped out from the castle in the depth.
Nothing to lose but I wasn’t dead.
Slowly standing up at the bottom,
I have a freedom as a crown of head.

Here is dark but I feel aliveness.
Every steps are risks to fall.
Hence, every drop of soul is extracted out.
This life, I own it all.

# 98