I am not deem to be a judge
Whatever I read
Screams back at me

And I can't tolerate the screams
They are too loud
For my ears to hear

And I guess
All I really want
Is silence
Peace
Resonating within me

I thought about the waves
And how they rose -up -down -forth- and -back
And then they were known as tides

those waves
those waves
those waves

Just known with different names

Those waves
Those waves

everything seems to come from the same source

In this case

Those waves

fireflies in the sky
as night time falls with a kiss
lovers in the park

In my dreams,
I built a castle with bricks,
and then
a house with wood,

and I ended up sleeping
in none.

The verses of eloquence
Are ladies well taught
They wear elegance
But simplicity is their gown

Poetry is not about how well you rhyme
or how good your rhythm is.
It's somehow similar to life,
in the sense that you just live like this:

           Not knowing what it is.
           Yet searching for bliss,
            we live just to live
           With or without a motive

The same goes with poetry
We don't know what truly is.
Yet searching for bliss,
We write just to write
With our without a motive