H Brammy's Chaotic Pages

If I should sleep unwoken From this world, unbroken Rouse me not, my friends A book has to have its end. #SuddenPoem

Happy new year.

The book was the same Titled "Our Journey Together" String bounded, time worn Read completely different, And we can't reconcile #SuddenPoem

Happy new year, people.

Careening inside a metal box, inside a tunnel, inside a nightmare, thinking it would end when the box stops suddenly, or the box stops intentionally, or the box stops and just stops, but I'm inside that box every morning, and every night, and every waking hours in between Like Sisyphus. #SuddenPoem

"We'd grow apart," you told me when we were reckless, when the tree was sprouting, and when its root started to grab hold "But we've got time," you added "And until that time comes, The world is our oysters. The good things come in three, And the fruit will be up on the tree." Now I can't take a look at myself, Or at the tree through the stained glass, To find out whether I'm a good enough gardener, To keep the tre…

This service is dedicated to you, To your life, And your world, Where your happiness Where your sorrow is celebrated In your death In your loneness In this service I am lonely #SuddenPoem

That pane between us, that mocking reflection of our selves the mirror shows, the body language and observation, shows only us, yet not recognizable. That pane only scoffs, at our need to be understood. Give me a reason to fight, to punch open this inch-thick barrier from my world to yours, to let us learn whether we have the same image of emotions, of colors, of taste, and of love. Don't let me beg, don't let me b…

Ever wonder, how tears on your poem, scorching hot on your eyes, but soothing cool on your cheek and soul Ever wonder, how to receive such blessing? #SuddenPoem: the pursuit of that one single drop

We face each other, cups in our grasp, hearts in our eyes. With every pour of the bitter tea, bought from a little shop we passed everytime we walked down the memory lane, We continue the brewing of storms, of winds and of tumultuous sweetened tea, sweetened by the fact that you're here with me, across the table, facing the gale: together. #SuddenPoem: storm in a teacup

I needed Words, and you've written me. I was sick, and you nurtured my meanings. I was caged, and you freed me from monotony If you ask about the time I'm barren and you toiled for Me, when did you freed and nurtured Me, then you've already known My answer: Whatever you did for the Poems, you did for Me. #SuddenPoem: about poem

This red hot zeal is what I have to offer in the digital altar, accompanied by golden tender, sweet fragrance, and tattered robes This crimson fervor comes from unbeating heart, unbreathing lungs, yet as feverish as the screams of a million voices united as dear fellows, as dear comrades. A million scarlet voices, that was Started by one scarlet ardor And devotion. #SuddenPoem: Kureiji Ollie is a simp