Tunnel

It is not the money on your pocket
That lets you buy an expensive cigarette;
Not the fortune you’ve been saving,
All for the glory of extravagant spending.

It is not the beauty of being high above the sky,
Seeing the clouds below you as you fly,
Or the scream as you take a deep breath,
And jump on the cliff as if it’s your death.

It is not the diamond on your finger
With a promise still uncertain from your lover;
Not the way they call your name,
A superiority you won from a dangerous game.

One may tell a tale so worthy,
But the end is not entirely its beauty;
For it is not the end of the tunnel you crossed,
But the journey, all the risks you tossed.

Heaven Sent

I wrote this poem as a gift to a friend/colleague/boss.

Their story is truly inspiring, so I made an art out of it.

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Sound of Home

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The busy city sleeps as the day closes its way,

The breeze singing loud roars as the night comes to stay,

Turning off the lights, just the stars and the moon,

Chasing no sunlight, wishing this wouldn’t end soon;

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Sky, Holding, Fall

Perhaps This time

Perhaps This Time @ Enraptured Reality

All these people passing by,

Still it’s you who caught my eye;

Street lights and cars chasing each other,

Crossing the roads and random stops on the corner.

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The noise tried to catch my attention,

The lanes changed route and confused my direction;

But perhaps this time, I made the right turn,

Perhaps this time, it’s fine for the walls to burn.

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Perhaps this time  it’s worth the try,

And finally, there’s no more saying goodbye;

Whatever it is, only time can tell,

But I’m hoping, this time, it’s for the best that I fell.

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So here’s the key, go and take the driver’s seat,

I believe I’m ready for a whole new ride and enjoy it;

Perhaps this time, we’ll make it,

Perhaps this time, it’s worth it.

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10.27.16