[Poem] A Prejudice of Conjugation


It was no more than a mere catastrophe that ached in my heart. Some says, going away to flutter with your deepest heart is a decision to take. But oh well—who knows of saying that mercy would skeptic our mind into a stranger on a long road tonight.


I clenched my fist hardly, I didn’t think it would hurt more than before, but what they said about some flyers—it might be true.


Some things can conjugate into thin air, it says well, I broke every rules, more than they know. Prejudice of my conjugation is a pain over the moon, but for some mountains for instance, that plays well.

In the end,

I pry well for the moon and mountain.


[Poem] The Permanent Ink

People were so bored with the idea,
have no choice, nothing really left.

And mind mingle with the cross-over world,
almighty, it placed us to become a mannequin fish.

And may these odd, behalf on our heart,
it might be forever.