Beauty of the Unseen

  Today I feel like living the half-hour moment I had in Secondary One which happened four years ago. The first time I was exposed to true poetry, I became... Fascinated. Then I wanted to try writing some poetry of my own. I ain't decent a poet, though I usually try to hide the message behind every words used in the poem. Poetry once inspired me to try songwriting too. I don't have the time and talent for all these though...

  The word 'unseen' sounds pretty bad-ass to me. I had always thought 'unseen' only refers to those  tiny portions of art taken out of an entire storybook. A prose. Then time answered to me. It said, "Anything you have never seen before is 'unseen'." Well, You don't say?

  Alright, getting to the point: I wanna try posting a short (hopefully it is) poem. Here. In this blog. Hope I can at least get a passing grade for this standard :P

  Perhaps some of you can assume I am dedicating this to someone. Why, sure, go ahead. Since I'm just spontaneously coming out with a poetry out of fun. And by the way, although this is in fact original, I don't mind if it is passed on by someone else. I don't really care about credits anyways...

I closed my eyes

to the night,

and see some things

my heart, throbbing

Within the beauty of black

Flowing colors lied with zeal

The feel they seal

Yet it felt so real!

Dusk

Forever did it last

Shadowy skyscrapers

thousands of yellow eyes

at me each eye glimmers

In soft breeze, my breath was ice

Way below, many a light

Sliding left, sliding right

Many ants, each had a torch

A territory they search

In a Ballroom, the air was warm

Sipping champagne while some laughed

Alien conversations

filled the room

Soon my head whirled

hazy motions

I retreated

To a sky-park

Thinking it empty

But I wasn't alone

The maiden

I know yet I don't

With a friend or two

I felt burden

Then her friends left us

Alone

Comfort and Fear

Like Relief Within Danger

She was so Near

  A Drama

She spoke softly, I did the same

I felt her breath on my skin

Gentler than the breeze

My heart slowly sunk in

As her arms wrapped around me

Ready for the moment

Then I opened my eyes

to the light

and see some things

Heat wavering

If only it was true.

If only it mean

Something new

Beauty of the Unseen

  The "I" isn't me and I never had a dream like that, okay? I shall reiterate that I did this solely out of amusement. Sure, it is her (Not the one in the poem) birthday today, so many reckon I am dedicating this to her. Nah...