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When we say home, that is our humble abode to peace and love. Whenever I ask someone their second home, they will answer school. I suppose they will say it because their teacher is their second parent and the school is a good place to sleep which is ridiculously true. What do you think of having a second home?

Strangely as it seems, my thoughts are glued to universe. Up above the clouds is the wonderwall of stars which spreads lustrous glitters right before our eyes. Extending beyond it lies a vast galactical space which is a home to planetary dusts, celestial bodies and planets. Unlike school, universe has no rooms. It is an open field which seems endless and void of human sound. You can only hear a crashing of heavenly body to another or a collision of planets. Even an explosion of a celestial entity can be seen there. In universe, the bizarre silence is what I love. My ears implode to the sound of zooming meteorites. That is a dreamy tickle. One night, I imagine myself inside this enormous basin. I tend to float in zero gravity while seeing specks of stars scattered everywhere. It is just marvelous. I get to see how planets rotate like a top. Million kilometers from where I swim motionless, I witness some exo planets. Some people say they are homes of aliens which by this day is still under astronomical studies. The universe’s subtlety is what makes it interesting. Its land area is fathomless; even millions of rulers cannot measure its depth. Even the greatest astronomers cannot reach its end. It is quietly mysterious like the black hole inside it. Scientists fear that one day the entire galaxy will be sucked up by this blackhole! It is a ruthless, empty hole that is believed to dwell somewhere; even light cannot escape from it. My assumptions are still crawling in its corners because there is this theory that continues to disturb my inner peace. If people is being controlled by the brain, could it possibly happen that the whole universe is just a brain of someone? It may sound absurd but who knows if it is true or not. Going back to basics, where all that we know about universe is the sun and the solar system. If I’m an inhabitant of the universe, I could see the sun closely just before I melt in front of it. It is an extremely hot ball. Imagine billions of erupting volcanoes!

From earth, we see it as a disco ball hanging from a string, giving life to us. If there is no sun, life will not be possible on earth. Earth will be a cold, dark abyss. On the other hand, if there is no moon, there will be no light at night. The moon is like a mirror which reflects light from the sun. Also, we could have missed the sky bathing in moonlight. What a sight to behold while a tear is dripping from an eye. Just beautiful.

Have you wondered how universe moves you to space and time? It rends the air of sadness and creates a special way of happiness. If there is anything valuable than it besides being a second home, it conspires with our thoughts as well in our dreams.

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Sadness begins in our experiences and starts creeping from our feet to our head. We wander like a lost child in the desert, as we grieve and long for a feeling that we seek, particularly when we get rejected or ignored. On the other hand, when we are happy, we just live through the thing that we love to do. Furthermore, these feelings affect how we write our poems, and how interpretations convey the picture of a specific piece.

Have you ever wondered why can you write fast and meaningful when you’re sad? That’s because you assume yourself as entirety of the poem. Imagine your experiences ; the pain, the heartbreaks and vile reminders of an obnoxious encounter. Sadness is a grave feeling that we used to hide but difficult to hold on. Moreover, it takes time to recover; to run away from the forest surrounded by the lonely vibes of the past. When you are unhappy, you lift yourself effortlessly in the air, only to permit overflowing ideas to crash through the humongous stones at the corners of our way of thinking. The state of despair also tells us that there is something that we should get rid out of our comfort zone, because we feel quite downcast behind the shadows that we cast. Visualize yourself walking the wintry mountain, cold and alone. You look for someone who can catch a fire for you but in reality you can’t even see them. Compared to poetry, the only person who can ignite spirits to commence elimination of unwanted emotions is you. You are the one who can set the fire to rain afterwards. In short, sorrow draws a response to us to make a way out, or shortcut to happiness.
Ever wonder why it is just hard to write when happy? Because when we are in summer-bound bliss, we enjoy the moment. When we are glad and floating in cloud nine, we are high like we never notice what is going on at the time except for eternal euphoria that seem to take the shape of our temporary emotions.So much for that, time ticks slower than usual when overjoy kills its tempo. Meanwhile, it glues yourself to that moment until you get tired and get over the fleeting ecstatic tickle. Then later you will just realize that it’s time to write poems again and you find it easier than before.

Opaque

Posted: March 31, 2015 in HAIKU, POETRY
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Impassable heart

Refuses to seep lilac beams

Lifeless, blood in vain.

Ostriches

Posted: March 30, 2015 in MY EXPERIENCE, POETRY
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(Originally written March 30,2014)

Back then were aliens and monsters
This time were mysteries I used to ponder
That always make me think
“How could they do that in a quick blink?”

I remembered one hazy March weather
When my bloodshot eyes unveiled a peculiar luster
All I’ve heard were trembling moans
That sound like sweet yet odd tones

Frozen in my bushy disguise
Like being stuck in an imaginary ice
I’ve witnessed the collision of incoming jet planes
The animals went wild in the wrong lanes

Unusual sightings continued to haunt me
As their temperatures rose unexpectedly
I couldn’t withstand the heat they’re giving
So I fell down in a ghostly building

Acids spat out on each other’s beak
Slender tongues simultaneously licked
As my tummy growled in disgust
Recovering from that gruesome blast

Tongue-twister speaking
While swiftly escaping
The dense, dark woods of ostriches
That gave me hundreds of stitches

My eyes close by themselves

Posted: March 29, 2015 in POETRY
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In just a blink

you sink

.

In just a flip

you sleep

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In just a finger snap

you swap

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Just in time my eyes close

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YOU

Sink in the deep blue

Sleep in a white hue

Swap your soul from a mild dew to a mindless clue.

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You are the lightest cotton ever lived

The flame shining fieriest, so naive

Still, you can’t be lit

Your candle is melted and split.

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Are these true?

Are they real?

Are they new?

Are these surreal?

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It’s drilling in my head

The pain, the memories

It’s quaking under my bed

The past, the miseries

It’s boring in my skin

The thoughts, the regrets

It’s dripping down my chin

The tears, the threats

~

Those are just walls

When I’m stone-walling

Those are just imageries

When I’m imagining

Not even knowing

That nightmares are dreams too

~

Until I close my eyes

And my tears drip, then

Sink

Sleep

Swap

~

This time, my eyes close by themselves.

A Short Poem about a Dust

Posted: March 20, 2015 in POETRY
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Your existence is

always questioned

at high cost.

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Such that your tininess

always blinds

the curious eyes.

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Your solitary life

is destined to happen

with a magical burst.

~

Perhaps you chose

to be alone,

but with others.

Jelly

Posted: March 15, 2015 in POETRY
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So this is a treat

So this is sweet

Is it transparent

Or a bit translucent?

You’re talking with him

My eyes are looking slim

Instead of focusing on you

I focus on the navy blue

And so yellow is a color

Why do my eyes sense an odor?

Does my nose see something

And what is this cunning feeling?

I must be soft

I must be affected

For every pinch, for every squeeze

I feel jelly.

I feel jealous.

Girls Who Love Reading

Posted: March 3, 2015 in HAIKU, POETRY
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Bubbly wandering

Of minds forged to love phrases

Milled from enchantment.

Winter Curse

Posted: February 21, 2015 in HAIKU
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Freezing woman from imgarcade.com

Plants wither fast dear

You heart fizzles, leaves frozen

Hand so cold, so soft.

Valentine’s Day

Posted: February 15, 2015 in LOVE, POETRY
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Abstract Painting from manuelaventi.com

eyes are glued, feeling’s taped

nothing can tamper the tight bonds

circling between two people

who are victims of stupid cupid

arrows strikes the innermost layer

everywhere, I only see a common figure

those red hues fill numerous cheeks

outnumbering the firefly-lit skies

gleaming hugs are still brighter

coming from luminous bodies

kisses perfectly baked

just for two persons

yet I feel “I’m not the only one”

who loves this day more than a sugar rush

heart bothers everyone when it’s beating.

HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY! ❤ ❤