My poetry and My painting...

Walk with eyes
reflecting the glare lights of the shop
pale around the wrinkles
just left
wounded gap added

Just look at the facial features
in a narrow alley
they are crushed
the burdens were screaming

And on the contrary
blushing face greets love
stroked like a poke
treasures folded in a pants pocket
then stepped like a god
do you bring it where his smile
contrast blind

Until sealed already
wall-dindinh face looks mirrored
the predator is instantly pitted
and endless congestion in his chest
how long will it be?

While the angels are neglected lonely
sept like skinning
my face
your face
stay wait seconds in the beat
blue painting

My corner, your angle
fun to yourself
nostalgia is dead
inevitable again
instantly a mute face
from the regret of tears
or chest tightness

The faces are paper-thin
torn apart
bitches
be alert
and my flame lit a fire

Just burn me
burn!
to make my face touch the skin
my face
your face