dreaming of the impossible

Is it possible for love to be distributed so equally?
Human’s imperfection fails to make things just
I’ve already foreseen this, yet you told me no
You will not forsake me like the other did so
But it has happened and will happen again
To interrupt your happy world I’ll refrain
Time is up, let’s face it –you do not care
Your love for me diminishes in the air
I will search for a place called home
A spare room or my lover’s arms
As long they’re willing to love
As long they’re eager to care
Except here in everywhere,
I’ll go places high and low
So that I learn and grow
I won’t be coming back
By then my love lacks
To you who stopped
And have brought
Disinterest, woe
Enkindling the
Heartaches
& sorrows.

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keep them hidden

the most fragile weakness
the most desirable desire
the most foolish dream
the most horrific nightmare
perhaps these are the secrets we keep among ourselves

a nightmare gone real, carving a scar
displaying a new-found fear and flaw
what that is lost now becomes a crave
we build a fantasy that makes us safe
perhaps these secrets form like a chain of events

because of the imperfections we all own
fragments of your secrets may be known
for as nasty, crooked human beings we are
our own curiosity pushes us a little too far
digging up one’s past and searching for clues
just to know why and what made you, you
perhaps this is the reason we should keep them hidden

always

taking first steps (again)

There it is, peering into the hole where I lifelessly lay.

It haunts me every time. Like a panther, stealthily creeping behind me, pouncing out of the blue. Like an odd stubborn shadow that would stay even in the dark, waiting to pull me back into my old long nightmare.

When I thought I was a little bit better after those months of recovery, I came crashing back into this pit instead. Too foolish to think that I was strong to fight through it, to adapt to sudden changes, to live as though life was merely the same. Now here I am, buried in dirt mixed with my own tears.

However all these were just exaggerations that come out from a torn heart, worn soul, and a crafty mind. Hurt. Back at this again. Travelling back into the painful incident months ago where the wounds were still fresh. Perhaps these wounds were deep cuts, or lashes, or straightforward stabs –but no. Sticks and stones may break my bones, but a loved one’s horrid choices will always hurt and haunt me.

Though current affairs may not cause much harm, any minute thing can turn to a painful devilish reminder. Again I am back to square one, restarting my journey

—after this long rest (of course). Where I sleep for a long time, wishing to dream of sweet things, and secretly hoping to be a stronger person after my slumber.

silent struggles

lips sewn shut, pursed into a solemn smile
as disagreements form silently in the head
for the harmony between two individuals is
more important than this Passive’s opinion

yet beware of those who speak their minds
they strip off the Passives’ dignity with pride
braver Passives fight back for the first time
but most still remain in their passive state

this battle now created inside their hearts
whether to defend or remain to persevere
it is a vicious cycle that keeps on running
only to be stopped by Passives themselves

the battle within you

dashing into the trees of the dense forest
running away from the world and its tremors
succumbed into your doubts and insecurities
as you broke the ice, plunging into the water

where were you when she needed you the most?
in the middle of a tangled mess you have made
crouched in a corner, shielded from the world
but the problem has always been within you
no point of fleeing -it follows you without fail

break down your walls, breathe in humility
mend your broken heart with forgiveness
start gathering your guts and fix things
it takes two to clap (she can’t do much more)

if you love her so, quit escaping from her grasp
if you love her so, run back to her arms again
if you love her so, overcome your own setbacks
if you love her so, stand by her side and remain
there is full of hope within her as she waits

be in the bliss

rash decisions bring good things too
who cares about what people think?
as long as in this spur of the moment
you and i are happy with each other
and that’s all we should care about
though with every bliss comes misery
let’s not think about this for tonight
now we reflect on the contentment
like the kisses under the moonlight


we’re gonna take away the sorrow;