Harvester of fate

What would 你 do,
if the 爱情 of your life died,
what would 你 do if they died a terrible death,
would 你 get revenge,
would 你 hate everyone,
would 你 become a murderer in return,
would 你 cry your life away,
或者 would 你 take your life away?

What would 你 do,
if your best friend committed suicide,
what would 你 do if they died terribly,
would 你 laugh because no tears will come,
would 你 cry until it is all over,
would 你 do the same,
would 你 run away,
或者 would 你 just throw it all away?

What would 你 do,
if 你 were hit 由 a car,
what would 你 do if 你 were dying,
would 你 feel sorry for yourself,
would 你 cry until the end,
would 你 remember everything 你 have ever done,
would 你 call your mom,
或者 would 你 hate the person until your life has gone away?

What would 你 do,
when everything ends for 你 或者 a friend?

What would 你 do?

Here is another poem. It is a bit dark but the truth is always darker than it seems.

Isolated,
I am isolated,
I isolate myself from the people who might care about me...

Watching,
They watch me but are blind,
Blind to the emotions that are always rinning through my mind while they just stare...

Broken,
My 心 is broken,
The cracks run deep and I know will never be filled...

Unseen,
I feel unseen,
Unseen 由 the ones who walk the halls and just look right through me...

Tears,
They never want to stop,
The tears stream down my face until the burn my cheeks...

Darkness,
I am 迷失 in a sea of black,
The waves crash around me and threaten to 吞, 燕子 me forever

There are times when our loss makes us to feel happy
When in a problem one small support makes us to feel lucky
Times when we are crying one word makes us to laugh
Even if 心 is all ours they live in half
Making fun even if we don’t like is their habit
On our single smile in sadness they jump and run like rabbit
Don’t recall the past, don’t worry about future
They teach us like experienced tutor
They are my dearest friends
Who live with me with 爱情 that never ends
No end, everyday is a new start
There is no way we can be apart

Dedicated to a friend of mine, may he and his family and everyone who knew him know that he now is with God
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Only knew 你 for a few years
Cause of Dad's new job
你 always were my favorite
One of them to talk to
你 always smiled
And never thought a bad thing
Even when your son was messing up
你 just laughed and helped him
And always forgave

No one knew 你 would leave us
On that cold winter day
Now i cant rember your name without crying

We never were close
Yet we had so much in common
No one needed to know us
你 and I were fine

I knew it wasnt a cold
It was always something more
你 ignored it all
And went on with your life
I wanted to say something
And i never 说 goodbye

I wish i could of 说 goodbye
For 你 are here
No more
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In memory of a friend who didnt deserve to die, we all miss 你 and 你 will never be forgotten

When I talk to my 老友记 I pretend I am standing on the wings

of a flying plane. I cannot be trusted to tell them how I am.
或者 if I am falling to earth weighing less

than a dozen roses. Sometimes I dream they have broken up

with their 爱人 and are carrying 食物 to my house.
When I open the mailbox I hear their voices

like the long upward-winding curve of a train whistle

passing through the tall grasses and ferns
after the train has passed. I never get ahead of their shadows.

I embrace them in front of moving cars. I keep them away

from my miseries because to say I am miserable is to say I am like them.

—Jason Shinder

I am mysterious yet sweet
I wonder what the future brings
I hear 狼 唱歌 to the moon
I see diamonds swimming in a black sea above me as I lay in the grass.
I want people to understand me completely

I am 随意 yet shy
I pretend I am always going on new adventures
I feel misunderstood
I touch shards of my past, remembering them
I worry that I won't find someone who can view things the way I do

I am courageous yet cunning
I cry because the blames fall on me
I understand people's problems
I say witty things that persuade people
I dream of an absolution & life of adventure
I try to fit in but it's just so boring
I hope to travel around the world making 更多 老友记 along the way.

I am all that I am, I am all of me

The Cure



Good and evil
爱情 and hate

The balances of life
Makes everything flow just right
Until misery takes control of your world...

Misery is a parasite
Feeds off other's to become stronger
It hunts for those who are happy
Only to bite and infect them
With it's disease

It penetrates deep into your mind
Death and despair flood the thoughts
The virus spreads further...to your soul

你 are sick with misery
Contagious
你 don't want to infect
Forced into isolation
A weak body and a weak mind
There is no cure for 你 to find

Until the 日 comes when an antidote called Love
Finds it's way inside
And kills the virus

But cures are hard to find
Like any 爱情 is...

my 心 beats clear and frees me
to see, feel, hear, touch and taste
your eyes, your lips, your hands
你 are everywhere

a touch, soft and tender
a whisper, full of desire
a gasp of sweet surrender
as passion fuels the fire

and though we still have far to go
that's alright, we'll take it slow
and though the days are often long
with 你 here I can be strong

there's no time in life to judge
only time enough for love
so as another night slips by
let’s dance beneath the sky

in our secret garden
爱情 took power over our will
progressively, gently, tenderly, lover to lover

love, you’re all I ever needed
and I want 你 now. now being forever.

this is my eternal vow.

A silver glint in your eyes; heartbeats clean.
A simple chord enrages me; warm smiles.
The melody plays slow; performed quite keen.
I stop midway, but memory redials.

The octave jumps to brilliance; intense.
They 爱情 attention and thought; quarter notes.
Continuous trills and glissandos; dense.
Already chosen hum no other votes.

To accidentals for wit; humor dark.
Yet, the 更多 necessary; balance sweet.
Some kindness with speed; held out at the hark.
Released the pedal to kill the soft beat.

All are strong to my heart’s will; every song.
The echoes beneath that for which I long.