A Poem on the Sand

Here is a poem that I came up with when me and my friend went to the beach. Hope you guy like it.

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A Poem on the Sand

The simplest joy in life for me
is to be able to walk on the beach
when the tide is low.
The sun is just about to set in the distance
behind the veil of fog.

I try to be careful,
watching my steps,
so that I would not disturb
the sand dollars around me
and the foams around them,

Then I write my name on the sand,
so that when the night comes,
I could sit here and watch
myself being carry away
by the tide.

A Name

Merry Christmas y'all and I hope you all have a nice holiday. This is another poem that I have been put off for month now and I finally got the time to finish it. I was hoping to post up some happy Christmas or holiday poetry but instead I got this. Anyway, I hope you all like it and enjoy the holiday.

Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night (wow that's long)

~Change

edit: p.s apparently I was trying to post this up right at 12:00 pm on the 25 , but I guess I have failed =(

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A Name

Let me tag on this wall,
so that you'll know that I existed.
While watching the dry paint
slowly flakes off,
the wall bleeds paint of red and blue,
revealing a layer of black and white.

Showing us a picture of some stars
flickering at the tip of the universe,
trying to guides the souls in this
voiceless vacuum of space
and I wonder, how can I stop us
from disappearing along with it?

Maybe all I need is to tag
on the Washington Monument.
The cold marble
with body full of scars,
waiting, as it falls to pieces.
The rubble sink deep into the earth.

Pulling down the stars,
blowing out the starlight,
that's trying to give this world
his life again
and I wonder, how can I help
put the stars back into the night?

Maybe all I need is to tag
on this wall, so that
in time, the scars will heal,
the blood will dry up,
and a new layer will form.
So that you'll know that Change existed.

The Sky

Woohoo, after more then month of procrastination and writer block, I have finally finish one of my poem that I have been putting off. Hope you all like it.

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The Sky

I lay down by the tree and count, the red and yellow leaves.
They slowly fall to kiss the ground, while the river sleeps.
Beside the snoring river you can hear the lone reed plays.
The clouds that watch me fall asleep have nothing more to say.

I often hear the humming birds and wish instead they sing,
A symphony along the reed will surely lift my wing.
I watch the little waving grass, prancing beyond the hill,
And playing with the butterflies, oh now my heart is filled.

Then comes the silent crawling fog, the thunder starts to roam.
The night's last breath before the storm, the dewdrops start to foam.
I wake up from my sleep, in time to catch the rising sun.
And count again the falling leaves, another day is gone.