Tell them your passions,
And they will change them into mere hopes.
Tell them your hopes,
And they will crush them into mere dreams.
Tell them your dreams,
And they will cease them into mere words.
Tell them your words,
And they will try to silence you.
A silence that entraps your loud thoughts.
But try as they might,
Pen down, express out, and act up your words.
To the point that your passions, hopes, and dreams lies within your grasp.-
As the moon draws into the speckled sky of night,
The shadows fall upon my walls in sight.
Little me imagined dragons and demons and monsters,
Conjured up from within the cluster of posters.
Silent prayers were held in the darkness,
Clutching upon my teddy as a warrior harness.
And then I felt that was all I needed to protect me,
For all my fears were in what I could see.
Years later, I grew up to be someone I deem mature,
Yet still I find myself wanting to venture.
Despite the colorful posters taken down,
But the demons transferred from the walls to the mind of my own.
So I let forth silent prayers again,
Maybe to not let my hopes die in vain.
To find a place that could hold my soul in peace,
Where all my unseen fears could finally cease.-
Hush now slowly,
I tell my heart,
As it yearns for a love never reciprocated.
Hush now slowly,
I tell my mind,
As it conjures up images never alive.
Hush now slowly,
I tell my soul,
Letting it slowly slide into a world of oblivion where the only love that matters is that of my own.-
The earth spins around its axis,
Just like how my head spins with the hums of the worldly musings, yet not a paved path as it.
The whole world is as huge,
Yet why do I constantly feel claustrophobic with the thoughts in my mind?
The ground is unsteady beneath me,
Rocking my cradled up form slowly into oblivion.
They say that gravity is the reason things fall,
Yet tell me why do I soar high with ecstasy often just as a balloon that sails far away?
-the earth and me.
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The wind swirls the air into tiny puffs
Blowing onto the tresses of all,
Letting everything fly far, far away.
Yet even as the wind blows hard over my humanely form,
The shackled weary arms draws me further in,
Letting me drain little by little.
- the wind and me.
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When I was a kid, many a days were spent mulling over the persistence of the moon,
Following me around like a forlorn lover.
But now as the nights pass over slowly to sunrise,
My gaze wavers as the moon seem to float far over,
Hiding beneath the clouds like a far away admirer.
My childhood seemed to be filled with full moons as that was what I only searched for,
But now half moons show up in my sight often just as broken promises.
Yet I always find the solace to my breathes under the bright moonlight,
As dreams of my heart's wildest desires fill up my mind in these nightly times.
-the moon and me.-
Lo behold the starken days,
When the misery grabs ahold.
Lonely strays that litter ways,
As many had once foretold.
The sun dims its golden rays,
For the sky becomes one too bold.
And then for once all settles at bay,
Where the barren ashes lay in mold.-
A hurricane to my leisurely solitude.
Entraping me in your soulful creases.
You whispered words that possessed my wandering heart.
And finally left, leaving a shattered spirit behind.-
I told you that I didn't care.
That you never belonged with me.
But every tear you spill, puddles up to be an ocean fierce enough to drown me.
But every stolen glance, left me grasping for means of escape from the darkness enveloping me
But every reassuring fake smile, makes me choke and gasp for breaths to stay alive.
But every accidental touch, cuts across my heart with the depth I can't swim up from.
And then one day, you finally reached the shore away from me.
Letting me breathe and swim as to how much I wish.
But then I realized it was with you that I had found the rhythm to my strokes.
The flood had turned to drought.-
The sun rises up with its new beginning.
And yet each day, I find myself plunged in the remnants of the past.
The sun brightens with its tinted glory.
And yet each day, I find myself engulfed in the constant depths of darkness.
The sun flares up with its blazing heat.
And yet each day, I find myself extinguished into tiny speckles of ash.
The sun sets with its fading aura.
And yet end of each day, I find myself wanting to disappear along.
-the sun and me-