Afraid of wheels hanging in the black sky
There are patches under Bai Yue.
Fine white clouds float by.
I'm afraid of frogs that rise and fall.
I'm afraid at this time, I just heard it coming from a distance.
A few dog barks
Because I would imagine myself in
In a piece of music belonging to nature
My existence in music is quite redundant and clumsy.
Dazzling and discordant
Like me, he lost the song.
Its initial aesthetic feeling
I don't think I can make up for this defect.
I lay on this uncultivated land.
Let the weeds drown me
The softness of the soil produces a kind of
Absurd hallucinations. Just like a painting.
A bed that has been folded.
Just wait for the tired man to lie down.
An ant is in my ear.
Stop on a meadow and use its keen tentacles.
Look at this monster of mine.
Suitable to be its prey
Another little insect crawled into my stomach.
Continue to circle my stomach.
I breathe and squirm my stomach, and it draws faster.
Are your feet off the ground?
We'll all get lost.
Its sudden stop caught me off guard.
I seem to see that the lost person has arrived and should stop.
Choose the direction. time
Fortunately, the next second it successfully left my body.
I also heard the whispers of two little creatures in my trouser legs.
They said.
My body temperature is suitable for their survival and reproduction.
At this time, if there is a little wind blowing.
The body will get goose bumps.
Not cold, not afraid.
This is just a reaction that the breath in the wind melts the heart.
I think I belong to this painting.
Whose old house is still awake?
With two big red eyes.
I wonder if I'm complaining about the guests who should leave.
Don't go.
Still angry that the person who should have come back has not come back.
The wind is weakening.
Music is no longer so enthusiastic.
The cold in the middle of the night also makes the clouds hold tightly together.
The bright and cold moonlight gradually glowed with goose yellow.
Warm seems to have changed from a beautiful girl to a mother.
Yes, that's it.
There must be her children in this dark night.
It seems that this night is settled.
Write a modern poem about the night. 2 In winter, the night comes very hard.
I was knocked unconscious before I could dodge.
Eyes became ornaments, conspiring with the night.
I only heard the gurgling river flowing like tears.
There is no moon, no stars and no lights.
All the coordinates are out of balance.
When he is helpless, the president will sigh.
If you say it, it will freeze into ice strings.
My heart is so kind, just like a baked sweet potato.
Sweet to others, but the body is pinched.
Tolerance is not a panacea for all diseases.
The distance between night and day is not only time and space.
Slowly, the center of the earth became cold.
Even the strength to complain is gone.
I'm afraid of being swallowed up by the night.
Curled up, longing for a spark.
Write modern poems about the night 3. Everything is asleep.
I finally don't have to force myself.
Secretly open your eyes.
Go on a date with yourself
I crossed my eyes with golden light.
I'm looking forward to meeting myself I've never met before.
My face, my painting
And my vague wishes
Love, actors, stage
live forever
It's all in my sight.
Debate with me
Even cameras that we can't avoid.
No longer appear in my sight.
How happy I am.
I want to praise you sincerely.
You gave me this.
A chance to talk to yourself.
Write modern poems about the night 4. Starry eyes were caught by the throat.
Hide the last ray of light
Only the wind can swim freely.
Condemn angrily
It insists on the sadness of filar silk winding.
Hanging over the wilderness
Ishizuka
Don't follow that little phosphorus fire
It glowed with sly blue light.
Is to take you to the cemetery.
Walking in the dark
Just listen to your heart.
Struggle in the swamp
Wandering at the fork in the road
Twisted sobs
Don't trust the tears of a flower.
Even the grass next to it
Black stains are oozing out.
Walking in the dark
Step on thorns with your feet.
Every roar
Trapped in thorns
Hide these hidden pains
Pretend to smile
Even in poetry
Or show the cloven foot.
Dawn is not the end of the dark night.
Countless demons
Resurrection in turn on another night.
Jesus actually died a long time ago.
The sermons of many false gods
Start with, describe a large number and wide distribution.
Many people trudged in the dark.
Clean the wound.
Continue on the road