Spring

Winter is one of my least favorite seasons, so for me, Spring is like a new beginning of life. It all seems very peacful.

Flower's beauty
love
life's new birth
again
reign of the sun
brightness of the world
sadness lost of darkness
happiness is multiplied
joy is known
Finally, Spring is here!

Love?

Love is never easy, and leaves so many unanswered questions. These questions though, you have to find out for yourself.

It is a feeling unlike any other
I have yet to feel it
but I have heard
that it wells up inside you
trying to break free
to earn the freedom it deserves
each time new
each time different
yet each time is still the same
you cannot give it a schedule
yet you heart jumps everytime
you never know what
who
or even when
but the feeling and knowledge
is still there
I don't know what it feels like
the welling
the knowledge
yet someday
maybe and possibly
I just might be
so lucky

Rising Yet Again

No one can know when they will die, or which day will be their last, so live each day to its fullest, and forget about the past.

Nobody knows whether this is my last
my last chance
to see the world
my final moment
to give some hope
shining my rays down upon the world
and as I rise again
a ball of hope
mystery and danger
one more morning
of the birds song
the trees peacful melody
just one morning left until
I come again

Greater

In this poem, I brought up an unanswered question, thought about by many, asked by few. This is for you to decided.... is there something greater?

Is it almost possible
that there is something
something we may not know about?
Yet everyday
we are thinking about it.
Our mind working
thinking
reminising
all those times.
The good and bad memories
are in our head
our mind constantly thinking about it.
Yet we still don't know
what is going on
inside our heads.

One Last Trip Across the Ocean

This poem basically says be careful who you trust, and where you go with that trust, except here, it's a shark you should be afraid of.

A triangle
piercing the clear blue
the interior coming out
circling your safety
barely keeping you alive
away from the darkness of its depths
waiting
yet it still circles
the sun goes down
yet it still circles
its persistence driven by hunger
small drops of life fall from above
Fog seems to lift you up higher
lightning streaks the sky of black
a deep roaring smuthers you only hope
your docile cries for help
yet it still circles
closer with each sign of fear
unable to control its eagerness
coming for you
thirst in its eyes
you both know how it will end
the pain shoots through you
climbing
the cold darkness swallows you
slapping you across the face
the nothing
it is gone
and so are you

Stone Tower

This really isn't for me to say what holds people back, it's for for the reader to decide.
It is built around me
enclosing
seperate
a barrier from reality and truth
hardening at each attempt
to penetrate its walls
solid
day and night
building up
higher and higher
each day closer
to permanently keeping me away
from myself
the truth hidden inside
and giving itself and image
to the outsiders
innocent
adorned with vines
held together with
the beauty of lies
keeping the viewers unaware
to the treasure inside
and I
I know the treasure
the truth
becasue it is I

Sphere

This is about planet Earth, we never know what is going to happen, yet we still keep living each day.

A sphere
No end to complete it
Everlasting in shape and time
A basketball is still be round
When it is deflated
And so will a bouncy ball
Spheres will stay endless
Everlasting
Strong
Our world is a sphere
Will is stay
Everlasting
Strong
Can in continue to support
When we are gone and dead
Or will it disappear with us
Vanish into thin air
Dead as the night