tình xã hội đen
xã hội đỏ
nghĩa khí ngoài vỏ
quân tử phất phơ
lơ tơ mơ
như cờ ba que
đỏ
chỉ còn cái vỏ
thằng xã hội đen
bạn tôi
cái thằng nhỏ
chí khí
tịt
mỏ

nhức đầu quá
mỏi mắt quá
đi nhiều quá
ngủ nhiều quá
điên quá
ngu quá
chán quá
mệt quá
tội quá
thích quá
yêu quá
thương quá
đẹp quá
quí quá
hay quá
bậy quá
khùng quá
đi


hế hế thơ hay quá.. đọc đi

tối nay anh tìm em
tìm chút yên bình trên ngực
tìm trong đêm chút thực
như hiện thực nằm ngoài tay
người ta làm thơ gió mây
cỏ cây chim bướm
anh đây dùng thơ
vẽ nên một hướng
sự thực ngoài tay
tối nay anh tìm gái đẹp
tìm chút trung thực để lại đây
tìm trong sung sướng sợ hãi
như hiện thực nằm ngoài tay
tối nay anh tìm người tìm anh
tìm chút vị cay
tìm giao cảm
tìm mai sau ở hôm nay
tìm hôm qua ngoài tay
tìm mãi chút yên bình trên ngực
nhịp thở ngoài tay
như hiện thực hôm nay
trong đêm bỏ lại
tối nay anh đi tìm
và câu chuyện tối nay
anh đi tìm
như nhịp thở lại
tìm một thứ ở lại
tìm sự sống nằm ngoài tay
tối nay anh tìm em
tìm trong mắt
về lại chút yên bình
kề vai

Thơ hay nhờ ?


Nói câu này tớ đủ tiền xổ số một tờ rồi !

...don't really understand, but I like this poem

fed là bác sỳn pon à ? nghe gái gái cái thích chứ gì

There is something here. I’m walking. I start the feeling of myself falling apart… tired… I’m tired. I repeat “tired…tired…” The word “tired” like a weird echo trapping me inside. It is haunting me. It sucks the last drop of energy out of me. There is only emptiness. I feel like I am falling into an unending hole. I do not even feel which direction I’m going. A few sparkle lights pass me. I think I’ve lost my glasses because they are so blur. Then I see two white bears walking in a string, right in front of my eyes. The string cracks up and they fall into the cold water. The place is melting into big rocks. I am riding a small boat in this frozen nowhere. What on earth I am doing? Ending day is here. I try to wake up. I try to move my body but it seems to be hold under some kind of spells. It is not mine any more. Suddenly I am afraid. What if … what if… some one is coming? Who is watching me? How am I so awake? The room, the box, tall and narrow with a few beaming lights crack some kind of look over me… My heart becomes so heavy. I woke up, completely wet. What a dream! (That moment, the moment in a moment I saw truth to unlearn, to be complete free without opinion, thought, only unknowing fear


lâu lâu em paste mấy đoạn trong cún tạp ký em viết dở

When you lock your soul,
the gate to the world is closed
When you lock yourself,
hell is reality to be
When you lock hope,
dream is strange to see
When you lock sympathy,
what do you expect?
And what you expect,
what you expect
A weird place,
such a place to be locked
And you lock everything,
you’re constantly lockin’
you locked your world,
locked the clock
locked the time, the memory, locked the things
that should not be locked
locked your heart,
you stayed there
locked your freedom, you there
lockin’, you keep lockin’ everything
constantly locking
you made fears
tears of locking
you locked your cries,
locked your silence
and forgot why what you did it for
things just constantly be locked

Teeth, mouth, fur of emotion
Finger and nail
Sweatily I compose my own song
And arm, and leg
With fever in my slow motion
Also sound of the griever
The tunnel inside me
the deceiver
Talk to the hand
the point of mistake
Finding meaning
Triple wrong acts
Impossibility
Trying to ease
My journey, long way to misery
Noise of fierceness
within voice of peace
The long pause for good
Silence of mood
Now, here, then
You and me
Hopeless
In death
Let end it all
We end it all
Death in dreaming
to be waken up
and found ourselves sleeping
How
to let them know
We are desperate
The journey, long way to misery
Noise of fierceness
within voice of peace
Talk to the hand
the point of mistake
Finding meaning
Triple wrong acts
Put me in sleep
With verses of Satan
Would they be angry
When you join me
In the dearest shadow
you, me
we
never think of tomorrow

We were born to accept ourselves in defeat; we were born not to succeed but to fail. We were men greeting each other with applauds and compliments for your mediocrities, we sold our days and lives for penny. We were fucking envy people, standing on one side of the road looking at celebrities with heartbreaks, we wanted everything fast but there was nothing as fast as we wanted them to be. We priced ourselves too low, accepted we were nobody, in the heart we dreamed to be someone but we already buried that dream. Full of mistakes in the pasts, surrounding ourselves with illusions victory, life was so complicated; the best of us was to just give up. Door was closed, opportunity vanished and dream was destroyed, we convinced ourselves that we did the right things as it was the way one must take. Look, look at the majority, losers were what I saw. SEE THE PROBLEM IS, YOU ARE MOVING. EVERY TIME YOU STOP PEOPLE BEHIND YOU PRESS THIER HORNS, YOU DO NOT THINK, YOU JUST MOVED.