Morning

You're like a short addiction to my boring nightmare,
as I did see myself as another sometimes.

Take a step on, think.
Do something.

I don't meditate much lately.
But at least today I managed to greet the sun earlier.

I've thought of working.
But I haven't yet.

Could it be that wisdom is not eternal,
so sometimes I have to renew it.

I don't need a vacation.
What I need is a truth well said.

Sleep

I'm tired of being weak, far from what I have inside.
Still I am weak, and I don't know how to stop being so.

Does being good at something really cost a thousand days?
If so, I am just being impatient, am I not?

Do I ever care about what I will give everyday?
I care more about what I will get everyday instead.

Knowing a problem doesn't always solve it.
But isn't ignorance what I despise the most?

I hate to question everything,
yet I hate being so sure of everything.

I know I've lived with contradictions, so I made peace with it.
So tell me why wouldn't you?

People out there despise contradictions in others,
while they are in fact ignorant to their own contradictions.

And we stand with all the reasons we have,
against all the fears we despise of.

To proof that we are good,
but still bad.

Not Tomorrow

I work faster because I am lazy.
I know more because I always doubt myself.
I never give up because I never succeed.
I think about what I choose to think.

I stay silent when I listen. They are using the same letters for a reason.
Words are powerful, but their roots are in thyself.

For wisdom is a mountain, you'll have to climb by yourself.
Borrowing stories from hikers doesn't make you one.

As in poetry and books, we love because we don't know.
And just when we think we know, love slowly fades into acceptance.

I always doubt myself, so that my love for things never stops.
But it seems all of these are immature.

So I have to throw them away.
To live today, and not tomorrow.

Love

It's about time
where we bid farewell, but not to our happiness.

Changes are hard to attain, but again
nothing valuable is easy to get.

In our differences we learn
to love, to let go.

So again I write for the nature,
in which we have grown tough and wise.

But I'm telling you;
There's nothing tough and wise.

The wise breaks oneself,
the tough breaks everything else.

So always remember love,
to repair the things we have broken.

Don't spend your whole life trying to be tough and wise,
as without love, life can never be.

Enough

Running around, I never stopped.
Going through the sea of concrete.

It is never easy to let fate win,
and so shouldn't you.

I couldn't give myself a holiday,
because I deserve none.

But I guess I ran out of choices,
and my luck was of nothing much.

In the morning, I'd first pray
so that everyone I love

will still be loved by this evening.
As for me, I've had enough.

Maybe

Monday, walking through the garden road,
tired but I rarely stopped.

Under some trees I slowed down for a while,
as I met a little kitten that made me smile.

I wondered if I could take it home,
but never mind it was just another one for some.

Tuesday, some leaves were falling,
they reminded me of those days I had spent alone.

Alone, under many dreams I had walked,
and one by one they fell before me, untouched.

The old man swept them with his broom,
as the kitten watched him from a few feet beside.

Wednesday, the old man smiled at me.
I felt guilty if I don't, so I smiled back.

I know my smile was such a rotten one.
But for him, it was already fine.

As for the kitten, the rotten fish is already fine.
So I walked by, carrying my groceries back home.

Thursday, I got a load of work to do,
I barely glanced at the garden.

So I walked faster to save my time.
Seems I don't even remember I was walking that day.

Or so it seems, the garden had perished
and disappeared from my memories.

Friday, all the leaves had fallen to the ground,
it seems the season had pretty much changed.

And I saw nothing but the lonely bench,
so I sat there and waited for a few minutes.

The old man and the kitten,
they never showed up.

Saturday, another man was sweeping the leaves.
I asked where had the previous worker gone.

Haven't you heard, he drowned in the river there?
As he pointed to the river beside the garden.

I thought it wouldn't concern me much to walk there.
And that was where I found the kitten.

Sunday, the man told me his body had been found on Friday morning.
So supposedly they had drowned on Thursday, around evening.

If only I were to take the kitten on Monday.
Or to share something from my groceries on Wednesday.

Or to walk slower on Thursday.
Maybe I could keep better stories about them.

April

I reside in love,

but I listen to what beauty have to say.

Now and then if things are imperfect,

still I can hear the drizzling skies.

But it's hard to be trusted,

as it's even harder to trust.

As the sun told me, sadness

is no reason to stop shining.

Insight

One would try to define everything,

but never would understand them.

If you dare to stop your mouth,

only then will you know how truth really flows.

Stop for a while everyday,

and check each of your memories.

Those little things, they don't matter much but

you're gonna be somewhere else without them.

And before you work again, take some rest.

The cycle between good and evil is as important

as the one between life and death

and the one between full and empty.

Twisted

I look at the light,

with a little bit of it on my hands.

My legs has always been trembling,

maybe power is not what they could contain anymore.

I forgot how many days have gone,

but never mind, I don't really care.

As if my thoughts are neglecting it,

my senses are getting dull and unfit.

Trapped in this tower of dreams,

I collapsed and my wings could only break.

The whispers echoing through my ears,

from the world I have travelled so far.

And I wonder if I should listen or not,

cause I am now so deaf that I fear they're just from my mind.

Legacy

Maybe I don't belong here, in reality.

Cause in my dreams, you all were in fact so lovely,

that I came to love you back, even in reality too.

But in fact, it's true. Dreams could be just dreams.

Those affections you always show in my dream

last no longer than any of my morning pee.

Indifference

I knew, it doesn't matter where I turn now.

Left or right,

I've chosen the wrong city.

And I have no idea cause

she lives in this city anyway.

And I thought when I meet her;

Should I speak

with this heart, full of confusion?

Or just to stand here and let go.

On a part I think I should tell her.

Cause the next me she knows,

might never love her anymore.

Just Love

I think and I kept thinking,

and I never did a single thing

but to keep thinking about you.

Well now it seems I don't love you,

I just love thinking about you.

And probably chose to write about it instead.

And so now I realize,

I've just done something for you.

But then again, I won't give this to you.

Because I just love thinking about you,

and to write about it.

And then think about the writing, not you.

For you, I haven't done anything,

but I have done everything for you.

Everything, that my love now seems to be nothing.

And so I let this dying love die,

so I could send his gravestone,

to his beautiful owner. To you.