Poem : Golden Heart

Golden Heart

The vast sea is just so wide,

The horizon spread from side to side.

Sail it through with the help of a boat,

Leave behind a trail of fading froths.

Unchain your wings and spread it wide,

Don’t let it rot while you are in hide.

Face the world with gold as a heart,

Just be kind and have a loving heart.

~swt”~

Poem : When Loneliness Bites!

When Loneliness Bites!

When the bleeding won’t stop,

And the scar won’t heal.

When the heart screamin’ in agony.

When the space feels so hollow,

Craving to be filled.

When the world seems so vast.

It hurts,

It’s unbearable,

When the loneliness bites!

~swt”~

Poem : Goodbye Past, Hello Future

Goodbye Past, Hello Future

Thought the hero has emerged, but he is not.

No, he isn’t a hero,

He is just a fool;

A fool who have lingers in his heart.

But, life must go on.

The adventure is yet to  complete,

And the story has not reached its end just yet.

So, goodbye is not an option.

It’s a choice I have to take.

A word I got to  say;

For a dream that must be achieved,

And for the future that holds that dream.

I look forward;

I move forward.

Say goodbye to the past,

And hello to the future.

~swt”~

Poem : Despair

Despair

The future is grim;

The dream has been shattered,

And the pride...is crushed.

Son of the rooster elder,

General of an army of words;

Buried, deep in despair.

~swt”~

Poem : I Live

I Live

I live.

Through hell,

Through the abyss;

I live.

                Dumped into the nothingness,

                Kicked into the emptiness.

                But, I climbed back up,

                And keep on living.

Found my strength,

Pieces by pieces,

To keep on fighting.

And I live.

                I live.

                Through hell, with the name of life;

                Through the abyss, called loneliness.

                I live.

I live.

~swt”~

Poem : The Bull

The Bull

The bull has grown its horn,

Ready to thrust anybody who bear the color of red.

The bull has grew its horn,

Ready to curse anybody that comes to its way.

The bull has grown its horn.

The bull has become sensitive;

It has become wilder, craftier;

The bull will go in rage easily.

The bull, that beast, is injured.

Its soul is broken, shattered into pieces.

The bull is broken, lost in the nowhere.

The bull is now nothing but a broken toy,

Just attacking whoever and whatever comes,

Whoever and whatever that dares to get near it.

The bull has grown its horn;

The bull is broken.

~swt”~