POSSIBLE IMPOSSIBLE

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.