The Truth of A Liar
You come as a shadow
A silhouette of a perfect man
A bunch of dreams in your hand
You paint the rainbow at horizon
A heaven’s view on this earth
When it comes to the juncture
The rain and thunder ease the shadow
No more silhouette or dreams
There is nothing left behind
But the truth you tell the world only one
That you are truly a man
About this poem :
where is the lonely word of honesty ?
Who’s the Gamer
Open the windows the screen blinks my eyes
My fingers like dancing on the mouse
Excited to be at the top ten of the list
Love the games as they call me to play
Your messages interrupt the games hot section
My mind eventually gets focus on every message from you
Your innocent picture becomes my daily screen saver
The word of love could simply blind me to know you more
One site to share the message one number to share our voice
You live in this site, you offer a word puzzle game to me
Another interesting game that flirt me
But I could not figure out how to play as I need a clue from you
You might be a good gamer playing a labyrinth game, a confusion game
Wish to know that we were racing competitively in the same game
We could build a team and be at the top together forever
Come to Me
I am a flower the beautiful color and nice shave for you to see
See how attractive I am, all bees come to me
All wants to fly around me and each bee keen to alight on my pods
I like dancing with the wind I like flirting the bees but see
I make a distance from the bees
I am here not looking for a bee
I like to sing some songs where all gardens inhabitant listen and come to me
They will sing together with me in variety voices nicely
An argument to claim who has better voice than others
Sounds like a clown show to me
I will dance to knock others bees that alight on others flowers pods
The bees will drop off from their pods
I laugh and tell other fellas with my twisted dance
Here I am for fun for laughing for gossiping and sharing with others
Come to me just come to me I can make a hot winter day
Come to me just come to me I am a flower very nice to see
About this poem :
dedicated to a naughty woman, the destroyer
Heart of Stone
The bird singing the sun rising
The beautiful day has come
Yesterday is just a memory
Love is hard to believe
Love is hard to understand
Love is hard to touch
Love is hard to see
I wake up with heart breaking
I take a deep breathe
Today enlighten and brighten yesterday
The air I breathe flows inside my heart
I make it to solve the puzzle in my heart
Try to gather all the heart pieces become one
My heart is the precious stone for years
Now it is a very soft marshmallow
Will it be back to be a stone
Where I never care about love
Where I never cry for love
Happy as I can be as always
Just give me time and more air
To make my heart back into stone
I am sure I am gonna be alright
I am sure I am gonna be alright
About this poem :
Hearts breaking into pieces
