Marginal Modern Poetry 1 Marginal
Because of that line
I
Walking on the edge of the world
What panacea can there be?
Let me choose to go back to the beginning.
Did you hear that?
The wind is laughing wildly.
There was once a man holding me.
Running on the equator of the soul
Where are you taking me?
Away from the city and noise?
I shivered.
Tears wet my skirt.
You laughed at me.
Said I was too far away from my dream
But how do you know?
Secular vision
Cut me into pieces
Lost the sunshine
Also lost the silence of the night.
I walk on the edge of the world.
-The South Pole of the world
Snow World
Pure.
I can't bear to leave any.
Long term fouling
Under the glaciers hundreds of millions of years ago
I am the tear.
Clear and transparent
Modern Poetry on the Edge 2 "Destiny"
Watch your back.
What you didn't find
My red eyes
transform
Tears welled up in my eyes.
You can't hear.
my heart
The sound of landing
Are you naive?
Still unwilling to face it?
In this world.
Who will help you unconditionally?
Knowing that this is a fatal injury
I'm still desperate to fall.
I'm not sad.
Just, heart, in pain.
Tearing pain
Forgive my concealment.
Nothing is what I want.
I have no choice.
I don't know
What can my weak shoulders carry?
But I know that whatever it is,
I still have to face it.
I never run away.
Let alone allow yourself to be weak.
However, I am just a woman.
I can only do this.
Facing the reality, there is nothing I can do.
Think about what will happen.
Heart, crazy tearing.
I use a far-fetched smile
To cover up the endless pain in my heart
Even though, the heart is crying thousands of times.
Thousands of prayers, entreaties
Longing for God's acquiescence in my request for help.
Will help me.
However, I understand
In my world.
You're on your own.
Every nightmare wakes me up.
I can only bury my tearful face in my arms.
Only your own arms are warm.
I don't blame anyone.
I only regard this as my destiny.
Perhaps it is such a turning point.
We are two worlds and there is no turning back.
Maybe, after tomorrow, I will never exist again.
My heart will follow my body.
A little cooling.
And then die bit by bit
Marginal Modern Poetry 3 Marginal People
I am a person with a dream,
I believe in poetry and distance!
I want to vomit when I see instant noodles!
Because in two whole months,
I filled my hungry stomach with it.
The greatest happiness of the factory!
Is to fall,
Get some sleep!
Always have the urge to start a business,
I spent all my silver ocean.
Prove I can't be an entrepreneur.
I was going to talk about an affair,
However, a real woman!
Before or after, I will always ask you that sentence: Do you have a car and a house?
Finally,
Naturally, the countryside won't recognize you,
Because you can't swing a hoe anymore,
Does anyone in the village remember your face?
Naturally, this city won't recognize you,
Because you have been marked on the temporary residence permit,
It's different from theirs.
Even though sometimes you will sigh at the window:
What a long way!
When passion grows old with youth,
Will I become the person I hated at first,
Same mediocrity, same mediocrity!
I wander between the countryside and the city,
That is, someone asked,
I proudly claim to be from China,
However, where is home?