Sometimes I see, sometimes I don’t. Sometimes our song appears in my mind.
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A hideout of an opened heartbeat
Sometimes I see, sometimes I don’t. Sometimes our song appears in my mind.
Read MoreIt has been a while (again) since I posted something on this website. My life has been caught up in work and stress, that I almost gave up lots of my habits. I did not have the time to write poetry. I did not have the time to shred some riffs on my guitars. So on… You can get the picture here.
Read MoreLàm gì khi mùa xuân đương tới,
và nắng hồng ươm hoa?
Làm gì khi gió lùa kẽ tóc,
và đưa hương nàng kề ta?
Birdie flies on the orange skyCatches the light before night begins.I stand still with hot coffee and strivefor a good ounce of peace tonight. It has been a long long week.I has scored a streak of failures.But I endure to gain some moreJust after two cups of these end. With every time I lend myself…
Read MoreSteps over steps.
Stalls next to stalls.
People pouring words,
letting goods be sold.
Khẽ qua từng kẽ lá. Êm đềm dòng gió may. Đò trôi sông lặng lẽ. Tình về người có hay?
Read MoreI cutMyselfTo forceThe mindTo feel the painPhysicallyNot mentally.
Read MoreThere were nights so long and so empty that were filled with cigarette smokes and blank stares into the skybox of my balcony. This poem was noted down in nights like them.
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