THE SAD THINGS IN LIFE

 Experiment 1 of 1  The creation of a Nightmare of the Human Consciousness  PHASE 1 Done by (The Organization) experiment report conducted and soon to be published to the rest of the world  We would right away if we could but we believe that the entire world isn't ready for what he \ Has brought into existence to its beautiful lands He has succeeded in the creation of the devil, what manifested in the lab is nothing we have ever laid eyes upon,  PHASE 2 It isn't much on the process itself he had no regards for procedure he was like a God atwork God himself and his art, that is what i witnessed that day It is not alive yet, i don't think such a thing can ever be labelled as a living creature \ It has eyes and yet they are not of any beast that ever tread on this world, The were filled with  High concentrated red, like a beam seen from space, they had the power (So we called it) to reach into someone's soul  I felt the very core of that re...

 I have realised how long it has been since i wrote something to you... have the days eased yet in comparison to then I wonder if summer is as hot as it was and how much my eyes ache to see in awe the beauty of spring once more The deepened pinkish hue of the blossomed cherry blossoms The empty streets of winter, how everyone else seems to have something to do always, that has always fascinated me  OHHH yes i am writing to send something gleeful this time... well hopefully, i don't really know how impactful my subjects can be... so... The dying red moon (IK IK nothing gleeful about the heading is it) THE DYING RED MOON OF WINTER   Is it amazing to sweetly compare oneself to a moon Blue and red, dying and yet... glowing still Holding on to a fading hue of light  None of the stars that shone blue twinkle in winter  They are gone, all of them are gone... Does the moon feel lonely When the wandering cloud of night covers the sky Does it feel unneeded, unwanted....

  FORGOTTEN WINTER SMILES  (HAIKU #1) Softly and slowly The cold leaves as the snow melts Summer is lonely.

 I read the Auguries of Innocence as you have so persistently suggested,   I wondered as the words found themself in my heart, Am I one of those wildflowers, Perhaps I am of my own-rarely seen, rarely admired Caging in itself a heaven so beautiful only one can see But honestly, I just think ,I read in my own way, Perhaps... I think the most fascinating thing about poetry Is how the writer lays in a page his immense troubles and miseries And how the reader gives to them new meanings and life and reason As a writer that alone, knowing that someone out there is giving life to my dead thoughts ... AM I WRONG DEAR POET!? My words have never been given life for i cage them so dearly in my heart They are the tiny fragments of my soul afterall   How can I just simply give them away To be alive in somebody else's imagination To be identified as poison and endless malignant evil Yea no that's just taking it too far... But perhaps i fear how other people will feel about the wor...

  She spoke with nothing but kindness She faced every stroke  Kindly like caressing the stars With every word spoken There was a sense of immense Knowledge deep and yet so simple Yet so comprehensible  Yet so relatable.   She spoke of life The endless misery befalling  Drowning,  The people of my people Engulfed in flames Their dreams and hopes And reality. "I see a world in a grain of sand" with these eyes of a young man The world is slowly slipping like sand In an hourglass  Emptied now, I seek new beginnings. DEATH. LIFE. Life is in shambles  My life is shambles Crumbling down like a slowly dying  Star Yet exhilarated  for I will explode And that in itself is new LIFE.