There's a sun in my blank laptop,
Though it's not completely turned on.
The ray comes from the light on top,
Tricking you in a reflection.
There's a hope in your blank season,
Though all things may completely stop,
The sight finds a way to the sun,
Tracking you down the lane of hope.
I’m lost.
And it’s the worst feeling,
Because I know but I don’t know at the same time.
I feel guilty for not knowing what I know.
So I don’t know whether I really know what I know.
Are you confused?
So am I.
The dark can be comforting
As no one can see you.
It gives you false peace
As you hide from the truth.The light enters solemnly igniting
The sight befriending you.
It brings gladness like a little feast
And hope to make peace with the truth.
Let the night quiet your mind,
From all the hustles aching it,
It deserves some rest abound,
To put everything where they fit,
It’s two thirty – there’s nothing to find,
But a light snore of a sleep so deep,
Chanting a pleasant dream in a line,
Telling stories they don’t want to skip.
Night, night, dear mind,
Get yourself a good night sleep,
Count the sheep so you can bind,
All the running and jumping sheep.
I sip the memory of you,
But I'm missing you still.
All the pleasant memories with you,
Stick like the skin to my flesh.
I halt at the thoughts of you,
But I'm thinking of you still.
Fail to get rid of the image of you,
I'll keep it there all along, refreshed.
You don’t have to look the same to form a beauty,
Just find the right space there is, and make yourself comfortable there.
Make your new surrounding as friends and neighbor,
But make sure you be a good one first.
Don’t nag, don’t whine,
Whenever you stumble on an odd shape.
Don’t brag, don’t complain,
Whenever they say you’re in good shape.
Don’t just out-stand others,
Accentuate others.
By that you make yourself useful
And unexpectedly helpful.
Talk is cheap when you don’t walk it.
It’s even cheaper when you just point your finger around.
What you think you know might be irrelevant,
If you don’t go closer and take a good look around.
Really, you don’t have to be the same to form a beauty,
Just find the right angle and be supportive.
as the sun stood still
above the shiny water, I will
remember it as I saw it there,
a stick, a skinny and long letter,
i
i am here
it’s not nowhere
here, right where you are
i
i am with you always
usher you to the ways
that you may not go astray
i
i take you by the hand
to keep you close at hand
and not left behind
i
love
you
I want to be the dawn,
Who makes people taller
In other’s sight.
I wish to be the dawn,
Who makes the atmosphere chiller
After the dead-end fight.
May I become the dawn,
Who turns the horizon brighter
From the darkest of the night.
It takes some blank pages,
And a couple of pens,
To listen to your self.
Let your pen talk,
About what is in your thought,
And the blank pages would listen.
Nobody listens to your self,
Better than the blank pages.
Nobody talks about your self,
Better than the pen.
Poems by Fanny 