a
jet black sky, when the hope faded
sun
is too soon to betray
Pen
is too fast burned
The
biggest possibility is enlarge the possibility in the impossibility room
And
everyone can’t find the possibility corner to say “IMPOSSIBLE”
Before
the pen rusted, refused to refill
Before
my lung crowded with tragedy
try
to Breathe, inflamed in shallow
don’t
let me die too early
don’t
let me fall asleep when I guard my vein
my
lungs crowded assemble impossibility
till
everyone that I face can’t find the possibility to say “IMPOSSIBLE”
this
is a reflection of patience and greedy
a
row of tombstones, thousand dreams
Designing
subconscious controls
centered
in the soul storm
TUESDAY, APRIL 02, 2013 3.58 AM
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Hello mate, this is my poem. hmmm actually I don't know what is this but I assume that I just wrote a poem hahaha.
I don't have any idea when I start this poem, but that's words blow up when the night comes.
this is an inscription from my own experience, an experience about something, someone, somewhere.
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