Pen - pen: Disarm my Pain

ASTRONAUT

This a work of art when i was 12 years old, i am not good in english grammar and english language, but i will publish this poem anyway, because it reminds me of dreaming over sanity

He is the moon,
bowed with kindness,
drowned with the zero gravity base,
a slightly opened fortune teller,
a light year gap,
the moons gravitational pull,
his lips with an ice cream pop,

Taste like a heavenly praise,
he soar in the thin layer of the atmosphere,
he burns, but its cold,
the flame of the ceaseless fire was cold indeed,
its too far enough my astronaut,
the spaceship moves from east to north,
and you,
pulled by the string of fate,
gazed by the glimmering light and fade,
washed by the air of time and hate,
remembering the sand bar and eat a lot of cake,

beyond the earth,
he saw the events,
comets, fire, burns, stars, and the powerful sun,
the deep invoke,
stops his heart from beating again,
a call of duty, live to the airless environment,
where nobody tried to lived,

he usually see himself crying,
he was home - sicked by the time,

he let his tears from drying,
cleaning the messes he did,
around the spaceship,
and then he called himself as "Space Junk"

he lets his heart fade,
he appreciated the environment,
without trees, without air,
without clouds, 
without her,
without hugs,
without attentions,
but only dust television screens,
and a lot of oxygen tanks,

he always stare on the planet he lived,
sounds interesting, my beloved,
he always stare on the left hemisphere of the earth,

hoping to see his land moved on from tears to happiness,

he always clean monitors,
way back two years in the earth,
that was his first flight,
flight to the moon,
wondering in the zero gravity environment,

eating with artificial food,
and tasting the water with the smell of paprika,
"it was a week, when i leave the earth",
he always thinks,
deploys a message ,
but soon,
he realized,
that he was tricked by fate,

he always writing poems,
to satisfy his sickness and loneliness,
he stares at the pictures,
from his beloved,
he always make songs,
to sung in his spaceship,
the air was somewhat warm,
that makes his heart harden,
he realizes he was slowly moving forward from loneliness,

he stopped from thinking what was on that blue planet,
he realizes that it was a few years on earth,
his family thinks that he was already died,
the time gap beyond the slowly moving object,
he deploys a message,
but there's no effect,
he was going to leave,

when someone sent him a voice mail,

he stopped,
he slowly picked the mouse and click the voicemail,

"hello dearest!, it was 5 years! already when you leave the earth, i hope your'e listening to me, it was my wedding today my love!, i hope your'e coming here! but i know, its too late, i always think that your'e alive, but my heart said to stop, i hear voices, your voice exactly, but, i know that your'e not alive, if someone picks it up, i hope your'e listening, please, i am sorry, but i didn't want to thorn up promises, because i am scared of being stupid, i am sorry but..."

he stopped the voice mail,
his tears run down on his face,
trying to be strong,
but its too late,
his fiance was marrying another man,
despite from marrying,
she stopped from hoping,

he deploys a message again,
but no one receives,
he went to the sent messages box,
there were 12,000 messages sent,
and the last was an unthinkable event,
the last message was broken,
he pulls a string and change his suit,
there was enough oxygen to use when travelling,
he sat on the top of the spaceship,
and drives the object back to the planet,

he soars in the open space,
a black shimmering gracefulness,
a black shimmering stars enlighten the way to the blue planet,
yes indeed,
he was coming home,

on his way home,
the atmosphere slowly thins,
the spaceship burns,
he deploys the bottom part of the spaceship,
5 minutes, he was going to step on the land,
he suddenly pray,
and let his heart beat,
the air was thick and cold,
he suddenly opened his eyes,
and see the outside environment,
he slowly remove his helmet,

and open the door of new life,
and breath along the wide space of grasses,

he was from he United States of America,
but he landed on the land of the rising sun,
it was quite far to travel again and see his beloved one's wedding,
but it was a long ride,
he thinks that it was a little bit of effort,
he travel again across the globe and the whole wide ocean,
carrying his helmet,
and his promises,
barefooted,

it was a week when he arrive on his own home,
the wedding was 3 days passed,
he finally saw his parent's house full with moss,
and stepped on the cracking wood floor,
he rotated the knob and enter the room,
his memories comeback,
and a slightly opened box was thorn,

the burial of his fate and kindness,
on the moon, he was lonely,
here on earth, he was depressed,

he was only 25 years old,
a young sweet 25 year old man,
with the strength to leave his planet,
but returned to the earth after one and a half month,
but his friends,
and the time,
passed away,

it was 5 years my friend,
yes it was,

memories in thorn pages of time,
the book of fate,
make this astronaut,
fade,

he was invisible now,
his job, was quite a little bit serious,
he rebuild his own house with his earnings,
also, he rebuild his heart that was broken after the time,

he lives upon the space time gap,
he shook his hand with faithfulness,
he droves along the straight line,
he leave his safe zone,
and continue the flight of life,
his battle of life,

he earns,
he claims,
he forgets,
and change his name,

"THE METAPHORICAL ASTRONAUT"

he glazed with dazzling fire,
he blazed with embers on his suit,
he flies,
he soars,
around the shallow air,
his helmet hardens,
his eyes shut,

his mind opens,
with powerful sin,
he sat,

parachutes wings reveals,
gathers the air,
5 years before the landing off the ground,
the journey of an astronaut was on fire,

he cracked the seed of fate,

he build his own house of faith,
he finally sat on his throne of hate,
and wear his crown of state,
with dazzling diamonds beneath his feet,

he landed with tears,
he pursue his dreams after it,
he build his own mansion of freedom,
with tears and depression as marble,
he sits,
upon the dusty sky,
he locked,
he locked his heart,

his travel ends,
his life starts,
life may die,
but the memories are still alive,
his fiance,
married a man,
without noticing,
his parents,
died with fear and hopeless fate,
his house,
wrecked and filled with moss,
and now,
he is miserable and loss,

behind those astronomical scenes,
there are dark parts of impression,
together we stand to enter the celebration,
of faith, 
As a Metaphorical Astronaut.

life takes its own time,not all by yourself.