but
the mankind came and lost to its own creation.
Tag: writing
poem_word: a woman so beautiful
and though they may not be as strong as the trees
it is them who make this world, a place —
…beautiful, interesting, and worthy to live in!
poem_word: there is happiness in you
all alone during the nights, I walk
I remember you, us, and our walks
and when the climb gets too steep
love me more, so I conquer the mountains!
poem_word: the whistle of The Medusa
it is the sound of the click
a cup clicking against the lone table
listen to the echo of that cacophony
in a crowd it gets lost, but — an empty room
makes it reverberate as ominous as —
the whistle of The Medusa!
poem_word: a silence that shouts
because you and your talks
they have a way to intrigue
you talk too much, a lot
and then, *sigh* you don’t!
poem_word: I despise the man
so, bring me a chalice to drink from
thus, kill me for being born as a man!
poem_word: love you more than love
peek, do not look, why?
because I am shy;
love me, do not like
my hands are cold
not my heart, not my love
so love me love, because you are love!
poem_word: inside the beauty of hell
she is an angel from hell
find innocent faces in heaven
all we see is a sin-concert for her
but what about the wicked disease?
deep it dwells inside the men —
of heaven, of the holy land;
poem_word: white is not at peace
I am my own darkness
such harmless in color
next to me you may find
the color of peace — white
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