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  Today the garden blooms for the first time, as hundreds ,perhaps thousands, of shining little flowers rise up, soaring into the sky, ease themselves into something much bigger, I can't help but be reminded that maybe, humans are just like the reflection on the surface of those bubbles.  Bubbles, they're fragile, yet they always rising up, reaching out to something that they might not even able to see, only to destroy themselves, and become one with the sky, just like the life of one person. From beginning to end, people always reaching out, and searching, for that one thing only comes when the end is near.  And I admired them, the bubbl

written in red She doesn't have a name goes by Queen she graces her feet on clones of sins She likes sweet and tea in the afternoon Darjeeling, rose, green her favorite with a dash of honey forgot its color silk woven by descending snow dyed in crimson her hair death's transparent string She loves songs and dancing in the evening The fiery twilight her favorite with whispers of wind's melodies prideful fierce ice glowing topaz forge by sunlight sunk in madness her eyes abyss's warming greeting She adores day and waking before the morning Fluttery pink dawn chased away unseen ghosts of her night under glistering moon n

Sarah, Sarah, it was my name how it was said, I still remember clearly the way it rolls running towards me eyes shining ' Look at what I made' - it would say holding in its embrace wonders of a child. Tiny pit-pat, echoing in these grand halls it seeks for me my name, my ever dearly name left behind its imprint on these high ceiling soft and fragile, the fluttering of one lone butterfly painted its presence on the marble canvas and like a broken record, these walls play its melody of laughter, sounds and voices whispering 'once upon a time' doors are no longer opening and closing granting entrance to a traveling name mo

In this glided cage, adorned with expensive luxuries you sing on your make-believe pedestal under you the corpse of our world decaying crumbling into the ever eager abyss and still you sing in your glided cage on your make-believe pedestal a future filled with rose-colored words. it was all your fault and mine...

I close my eyes, wander on obsidian floor of sleeping worlds. Fields of green weaves into lines emerald threads blooms onto baby blue sky. Waltz of crimson dissolves into droplets ruby tears drops spins around golden clock. and the colors sing melodies forgotten; once upon a time. I close my eyes whirl to the tune of aging memories.

Hey..what's time. It's a foreign concept, one I never seems to grasp whenever I tried, it always escapes slipping through the cracks on my palm like droplets of rain, returning to the earth back to the ocean, circling, circling in a game that never ends.

Take a little time, stop from your chasing and look back, at the road you took Colors are rising. In my white, you're the black that write our stories build this world draw songs, into vibrant shades of colors In my black, you're the white that reveal our secrets discover this world open doors, into glimmering shards of rainbow From beneath your feet life is forming vivid, rich and bright. So stop, and listen the melody of your journey.

This little one is to tell the hours This little one is to tell the minutes This little one is to tell the seconds And this little one is to mark the time. Sunlight trickling into the open window warming up this aging stage in a little shop at one corner of the world so today as well, you dance to the tune of time passing by When did it begin, little store in a corner of the world When was the time that worn out back still young and when did the hands sprouting out wrinkles The beaten sweater had forgotten its spring. It must had been, a really, really long time for the stage to filled with creaks for the eyes that had became so

The city, the city is restless, voices are bouncing, bouncing back and for. Hurry, hurry up. Run .Fast, faster. The city is unrest, unsettled, noises are buzzing, like a destroyed beehive. Black, black is falling from the sky, gobbles up everything it came in contact with. Black, black is everywhere. Hurry, hurry up. Run. The Voices are urgent it, to run, run away. And there's no one here, but this is the city , so why.... Everything was wrong. Black, deep black liquid is pouring down from somewhere above, drop by drop, consuming, hungry for a meal. Run, voices are rushing, was it always like this, the voice - the city is - screaming, y

I saw a cat Today Behind the rusted blue bars of an abandoned airplane training ground On the sidewalk beyond the once crowded gate Litter with fallen leaves and overgrown grass just sitting there silently ..Quietly staring ..watching Waiting A black dot blended into the ever changing of seasons on this old place Behind the long faded blue bars It stands,head held high, regal and waiting Something and dreaming... Time stands still, and passes away Slipping through the cracks in every pieces of life like the bicycle keeps rolling on these worn out roads chipping away memories and scenery At time, I wondered if it was me lo