Next to Nothing

The best of my imagination

Is a fruit of procrastination

Flowing through humidity

Across a life of ambiguity

It has complexity in its soul

Yet simple to fill a deep hole

It is born from ink and paper

But given life by the reader

It's a prudent way of ranting

And equally next to nothing

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10:31 pm / 6 April 2015

Monday / in my living room 

The Vanishing

As the stars fade beyond the dawn

Another masterpiece is hand drawn 

With life blossoming all around me

Its colors embraces all that I see

As wind breathes life into the canvass

The clouds add depths in all of us

As we live under a gracious sun

Our heart knows what must be done

As strokes of memories are laid

The brush moves to the music played

But when all is done and beauty is born

It's a picture of time that was adorn

From old pages that has vanished

Like that moment whose stay I wished 

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7:58 am / 6th of April 

Monday / In The Bus

The Madame

 

The aspect of this butterfly

Is the beauty in its own lie

With hues that hide its reality

Flapping towards into insanity

Its grace brings forth propriety

As it lures men into conformity

They all stood as grand towers

But with minds open as flowers

Ready for her picking and sipping

Until all are empty from weeping

 

 

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6:11 pm / 5^th of April 2014

Sunday / In my home

Hello and thank you!

Hello there! Sorry if I have been kind of busy for a long time. But I hope that all of you are still reading my poems and enjoying them. I will make some new postings again soon now that the other site that houses my poems is gone. This will be the only site that I can post my poems for now but I will be looking for another site to share my poems. But until then, please keep reading and enjoy! I surely would like to here from everyone if you all don't mind. Any comments will be highly appreciated.

Thank you!