look at me

i don't know ..
that it will be very painful
i've tried it
i also run it well
but why the hurt still there
really ..
i felt a pain so deep
i get it again
when i know that it's not useful anymore
i did it again

life and forget

did not i see it?
that every drop of my blood ..
every sweat that comes out of the pores of my skin
is the evidence i have lived?
did not i feel?
that every motion of my body
each octave voice
i accept the evidence is the core of my life

i noticed

i asked
if anyone can help me?
helped me to straighten my life
helped me rearrange my soul debris that has been destroyed
because i will not get to be dishonest
that i really need all that
once again i ask
if anyone can help me?

because i can't

i describe it
because i feel it
but how could my thoughts deceive me?
my picture unreadable
my picture is not real
then...
what should i do?

Promises like Pie-crust

Promise me no promises,
So will I not promise you:
Keep we both our liberties,
Never false and never true:
Let us hold the die uncast,
Free to come as free to go:
For I cannot know your past,
And of mine what can you know?

The broken heart

News o' grief had overteaken
Dark-eyed Fanny, now vorseaken;
There she zot, wi' breast a-heaven,
While vrom zide to zide, wi' grieven,
Vell her head, wi' tears a-creepen
Down her cheaks, in bitter weepen.
There wer still the ribbon-bow
She tied avore her hour ov woe,
An' there wer still the hans that tied it
Hangen white,
Or wringen tight,

a Pretty a Day

a pretty a day
(and every fades)
is here and away
(but born are maids
to flower an hour
in all,all)