MONOMETER POETRY

YOU and I

No though,

Untouch

Enough..

Too far,

Bigger

Higher

Like Star..

You hide

I guide

Beside..

We lose

The love

DIMETER POETRY

LET ME GO

Never mind, I find

Although,  I’m tired..

I’m still around

Let me go far

Make it occur

While i’m tear

Don’t be neglect

I’m not perfect

You are the best..

And I, the worst.. 

                                                                A DEWY PULP

The weather are running

Rechange the lamblack in gloomy face of the night sky..

Then, morning is starting split up in the middle of our banquet

Any a dewy pulp in your morning face

One a one tears the dryness my soul at the afternoon become inflamed, the twilight is olding, or the night closed..

Your dewy pulp in your morning face is the point of my deep missness right now

Buried Me

More than more, my step more confuse

More and more, my way more uncertain

I don’t know where is my aim ?

Buried and buried

Fall and fall

Only remmant of spirit and hopeness

That make mne hold out

Nevertheless how far

Heart…

Mind…

Soul…

And all of my body…

Feel to weak through all

Wait for the happinessthat never come

Surely, I want to go

Leaving the world

But, I can’tbe able

Let me step forward By self

Cause you

I wanna be time , in your hold

Time which can’t separated with you

As usuak didn’t know, when it will be over

Cause you

It’s only you and I

Each seconds, each minutes, each hours

The heart will throb only cause you

Cause my life, is yours

Dilemma

At present,

I’m on a cross

Which is the way that I can’t decide it

How far I through it

However, so confuse always accompany me….

No one be able to persuade me

To convince all

To explain all

I can’t find the justification here

All of looks so blur, grey, and obscure…

Friendship

 

Friend are perfect refugee place

Friends like as quay in the corner of ocean

Friends are who always desides you…

No matter what the occur

Friends more precious than anything

Friends provide new colour for your life

The colour which can’t paint with

Anything ink .. in the world .

Hold My Hands

If the piquet, you always sit down in the correerlake of life

Then, diving between the ruins of shipwrecked

And insist them self to hiking the hills problem which is too high

At present, you are aparting

Your face looks melancholy in the middle of dewy grass

What occur dear ?

Holding my hands

I will be invite you to running through the curve way

Accompany you to fly with the great wings

Forget your  ambitions and laugh with me

Under the blue of sky which depend on white clouds above it…

TOO FAR

The shadow that too dark

The dark is me..

Me is alone

Alone and alone

Alone and lonliness

Without you

You who always hurt me inside

Your pleasure

Your happiness

Your satisfied

It’s my wound

And the hurt is me

I’m too weak here

But, i’m stong due of love

Love which is only for you

You who didn’t care with my existence

You who didn’t know ..

How much i love you

Strawberry..

Often, life like perfect

Looks sweet, colored, stringkling

And attractive … like strawberry

But, do you know

Sometimes, on the contrary it’s all become quickly

To be withered, then putrid

Like as the life…

Nothing everlasting…

Two sides that can’t devided

Like as two sides of blade

Don’t be happy with your happiness

Don’t be sad with your sadness

Cause happy and sad comes up

Always be equal on one package