To my Secret Place

I became a little child,
Walking through my own prairie.

Cherishing the scene of the greenish plain,
Untouched and pure.

My nose smells the aroma of some flowers,
Holding me back to the real world.

It is my comfort to remain here,
In my asylum and haven.

With someone I desire to meet and talk to,
Ignoring all the troubles in my heart

To speak without restraint,
And to live without conformation.

A world that feeds my satisfaction,
Yet, I must leave, sometimes, I will visit.

I do not want to remain here for a long time,
Lest I become a prisoner of this reverie.

TanG from the Iceberg

When you fall from the high,

And still falling,

Like eternal judgement

There was no turning back.

Then, you realized that

There is a spirit controlling you.

The not-very-good one.

Your heart, mind. The flesh.

And the feels that your flesh is kinda heavy,

Yet you know your steadfast Praetor,

He will not forsake you.

And the fortress inside yourself is unshakable.

Therefore, there is peace.

The undeniable one.

Inside the flesh, which no naked eye could see,

It is like a sea standing still.

And then, you realized that

The road is opposite

Of the ending you want to happen,

You are going to the wrong way.

Wake up!

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Fin

My Blindness

Um, this poem is kind of super sad and serious. So I'm giving you a choice whether you can skip this post or not. (T.T)

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Before I became blind,
I was really lucky to see your eyes.
Eyes that change every part of my mind.
Eyes that can see through every lies.

And now, I cry because I am lonely.
Devastated when I realized that I've lost you,
I isolated myself because of this misery,
I asked that someone, why can't I have you?

I miss you very much.
Every night, I can see you in my dreams.
Yearning your tender touch.
Imagining you are embraced by these arms.

But now, I am blind.
The painful truth is that I live and you died.
I couldn't see anymore your eyes - gentle and kind.
Tell me, how can I possibly live when you've died?

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Just joking~ 

This poem is made from 90% internalization, and the remaining... dunno. (^o^)