Verse

A home weaved in words 

the silence trapped in metaphors 

lost long feelings hidden in verses

little strings of beauty tied together

I wonder if my poetries could live

the fancy dreams I swallowed

and the underlying emotions

to describe the beauty in human beings

because this is where 

I found my long lost love 

underneath the alluring sights of allusions

it became my only anchor to the living world

Somewhere my paintbrush trembled when I was young 

for me, it is a piece of art 

what my heart pours out 

what it doesn't say out loud

Here I spill it out all

This is me and that is all about it.