As the metaphor goes,
people are like books.
Each hold a story with
pages beyond pages of
selective words and
twisting ink.
Within those stories are
tales ten times as much.
Tales that have changed the ending
for the better or worse.
Though it may be selfish and intruding,
I wish to read them all.
The exuberance,
the fall,
the bittersweet,
human lives are much more
interesting and dramatic than
meets the eye.
I deduce from faces of old and young
who both face must face same fate.
I read generations of dreams
in the tiny pupil of an eye.
Millions and trillions
of stories,
yet so little untold.
So little of the ones that would
impact the world with such great force.
Would it be so idealistic
to wish to tell them all?
If given the chance, may I perhaps,
peek into your significant story?
May I perhaps
share it with the world?
It's up to the writer to decide
to have their stories
let out to society's eye
or
buried in the silent voices,
forever lost and untold.
Here I will wait,
writing and scrawling
tales like yours.
Jul 20, 2017
Jul 20, 2017 at 7:50 PM UTC
They were fairy dust against an onyx velvet sky.
Truly, they were magical.
Generations told generations that they hold an eons world of wishes and hopes.
Stars; a sight to behold.
Above the Eiffel Tower with a soothing quiet, that is when they are best, and a certain duo appreciated them;
however, from diverse perspectives.
This woman, bless her for her feats of finding her path, dangled her feet from the tower while breathing in bliss and exhaling bothersome worries.
The chill of the air nipped her cheeks like childish pecks.
Her soul was at a state of calm, a break over her exhilarating life, both formal and ccarefree, and problematic conflicts. All the while, she was with her best friend, this man.
He too relaxed under the night sky.
His hyper heart gradually receded into a slow beat.
Closing his eyes, he welcomed the motherly rocking of the midnight breeze.
"Don't they look enchanting?"
He lazily peered over. "Whatever do you mean, M'lady?"
"Isn't it obvious?" The woman extended her hand outwards towards the atmosphere as if she could touch that mysteries that lay in them. "The stars."
"Well," he pondered, "Not as much as your striking beauty."
The lady scoffed and jokingly slapped his arm.
She bore into his eyes, telling them to see clearly before gazing back into the eternal universe.
"My mother always told me, like any other, that if you wish on one, they'll come true. People think it's silly," she chuckled, "But I honestly believe she is right."
"Really?" He quirked. "I never knew you believed in something so childish."
He poked his partner in the rib.
"Those are myths made to make human have false hope."
Breathing in the night air he sighed,
"They are just elegant, cheap decorations in the beauty of the night."
She raised an eyebrow in annoyance.
"How so?" She added,
"You usually would enjoy these kinds of insight."
A shivering feeling of the bitter cold of the past settled upon them.
The charisma in the playful man's eyes hardened into regret.
"Well, M'lady, when reality smacks you in the face," he spat at the air, as if he could insult the imaginary being he hated so,
"You realize there is nothing pure and lovely in the world."
He raked his hair with his hand to calm himself from the tension of a long-locked secret threatening to open up.
"They're up there for centuries burning bright for the galaxy around them, always sacrificing,"
He traces a floating leave before grabbing and crumbling it,
"Yet, they explode and die like every life that appeared on this earth." He concluded, looking down at the illuminated city below his feet.
The man felt a hand on his shoulder,
light and graceful,
take hold and a finger pointing his chin up and then
at the dizzying lights above.
"That may be," she started,
"But with every death, there comes a new life,"
she smiled softly at him, "A new destiny."
Dumbfounded, the feline laughed quietly,
amazed on how his beloved always had a argument against his claims.
"Alas, I can't oppose to that statement. Well played, Ladybug."
He laid down on his back and exhaled a thoughtful sigh.
He went to take rest until he sensed fingers combing through his golden locks.
It shocked him to see the woman he always pitifully longed for show a bit of affection. He gazed at her with wide eyes.
Watchfully, he observed every detail of her petite face and
large, wonderful eyes.
They were like the night sky itself.
Ah, he mused to himself, The reason to her hope must lay in there.
As such ideas came in to his head, the woman was trying to build one herself on how her usually energetic partner can think up of something so,
so dead and draining.
She twirled a curl of his hair, fussing why she couldn't have hair like that.
Suddenly, fingers foreign to her body slipped through hers.
The teen immediately looked at the culprit,
but he was busy idly taking in the way her hands fit into his and
the spectators above in the heavens.
"You know," he murmured before she could react anymore to his actions,
"I used to have whimsical theories about the stars."
He chortled, amusing himself that he ever used be so fantasy-consumed.
"I believed that every star represented a person.
"Every second," he took a more serious tone,
"A star would take its leave.
Everything must die or disappear one day, as said before. Yet, a new would be born.
A flicker of hope for humankind."
He closed his eyes and admitted to his lady,
"I always wondered my star was."
"Then," he sobered once more,
"I realized I was wrong as time came to me and
greeted me to life."
"Well," the woman whispered lovingly,
wanting her words to have a meaning to them, to him,
"What if you were right all along?
Don't abandon and doubt that idea.
It's something that should be common knowledge."
Before thinking of the consequences, she gave planted her lips upon his forehead, making him almost frozen in surprise.
She rested her cheek against her and her partner's interlocked hands.
"I will be your star."
For the first time, the man let himself have faith in something so fairytale-like.
He kissed the back of their hands and blissfully breathed,
"It is a pure honor, M'lady."
With that, the celestial dome above seemed to glow brighter,
approving of their newfound role to play.
Jun 11, 2017
Jun 11, 2017 at 11:29 PM UTC
They say that when you grow up,
The world will be in your hands.
Yet, small phalanges cannot affect such diversity,
Correct?
The thought is comforting,
However, disagreement tugs me.
This simple body part
Functions in ways that could
Destroy or ****
Fingers dance upon
Passionate melodies
Or provide
Soothing caresses
Assuring you that you are in peace.
But some are stained crimson
With marks of sin.
Callused, rough, and
Ignorant about a
Tender touch.
Nimble and agile, they create
Illusions the human eye
Cannot follow,
Letting them have freedom to
Manipulate and control
Weak minds.
Yet they also spring delight in
Children's eyes.
Their imagination beholds
Tales of magic and fairytales with each
Flick of the wrist.
When you're in a void,
Consumed by your thoughts, just
Weeping,
Regretting,
Loathing,
Aching,
Doesn't a spark light a
Fire of desperate hope
For a savior to pull you out?
Unpredictable movements of doing the
Wrong things for the right reasons,
Or vice-versa,
Who can you really trust?
Unpredictable movements of doing the
Wrong things for the right reasons,
Or vice-versa,
Who can you really trust?
Human hands hold frail things with
Care or recklessness.
Human hands share
Fear or love.
Human hands display
Favor or hatred.
Take my two cents and tread carefully.
The globe is but fragile glass
Entrusted in your hands.
May 20, 2017
May 20, 2017 at 12:33 AM UTC
Honey, it's been a long time
Since love's been out of sight.
Been a while since the time there were a thousand fights
For every tear cried.
Internal confliction
Temptations and addictions,
A never-ending chain,
But like a bullet shot through my brain.
Claims of righteous,
The spark inside us;
I don't know if it's enough.
Thoughts of giving up.
Got to erase them
So there's hope to win,
Got to erase them
So there's hope that I might see you again.
Remember the last words that we said;
Take them when you're dead.
Close your eyes forevermore;
Let your neck sink into the end of a sword.
When heaven falls and
Hell arises,
When we question who'll and
Who'll die,
Will you still be there by my side?
Will you still be there for me to hold tight
In the war of the blind?
Blow away dandelion wishes,
Burn away childhood bliss.
Sever bonds and ties
With those who lied about caring for your life.
Finding trust
Within a pile of dust.
Gambling with fate and
Flirting with death.
Children scream and the
Birds weep.
Yearning for mother to
Rock me to sleep.
Illicit love,
Clandestine dreams,
Pupilless eyes,
Deceased lives,
Can you differentiate truth from lie?
Defected minds,
Straightjackets aline
Slip your hands in the garment like you
Slip your hands in mine.
Sad to say, but it's just a distraction, just a delay
From the inevitable change.
Can't escape the pain;
However, I'm hoping after the rain
There'll be the tranquil sun.
Will I touch it if I run?
I really need it right now, I'm feeling cold.
I just wanna go back home.
But all that's left is ashes with
Smoked-filled madness.
I'm getting ready to stop holding on.
When heaven falls and
Hell arises,
When we question who'll and
Who'll die,
Will you still be there by my side?
Will you still be there for me to hold tight
In the war of the blind?
I'm getting a little desperate
I'm someone you shouldn't mess with.
It's time to rebel.
I don't know how much longer I'll keep quiet
But I need to break this spell.
Since birth, we've been gagged and blinded.
(Psychological void)
Bounded by lies and devil's voice.
(Kneeling down to pray)
Beautiful petals wasted to decay.
(Thrown-out potential)
Let's test the protection of the Human Rights,
Let's get experimental.
If society's shadow is my unjust god,
Then my position must be a fallen angel
Because it hurts to proclaims false faith
If I'm able.
Go on, shoot, if you're sure that's where your
Beliefs lie,
But my spirit will wander,
Never letting these unanswered questions die, like
When heaven falls and
Hell arises,
When we question who'll and
Who'll die,
Will you still be there by my side?
Will you still be there for me to hold tight
In the war of the blind?
When heaven falls and
Hell arises,
When we question who'll and
Who'll die,
Will you still be there by my side?
Will you still be there for me to hold tight
In the war of the blind?
When heaven falls and
Hell arises,
When we question who'll and
Who'll die,
Will you still be there by my side?
Will you still be there for me to hold tight
In the war of the blind?
Send me a blessing, love;
Protection from temptations.
Praying peace will come
I just need to be patient.
Toss aside the fragile mask that
Hides naive eyes.
Can you see the light?
Can you see me now?
Can you see me now?
Can you see me now?
Can you see me now?
May 16, 2017
May 16, 2017 at 10:25 PM UTC
Resonating from within the soul,
Music is the only lover I will ever need.
Rhythm and beats matching the heart,
Whether it be fingers upon
Keys or strings.
It blocks out the
Hardships, tears, distraction;
Only bliss and peace.
Tongues forced silent
Project their insight and
Internal struggles
With graceful flows
Rocking you lovingly,
Telling you stories of
Truth and false.
Songs are like humans with
Unique taste and opinions,
Yet every note is a spark of faith
And
Every note is a wish upon a star
Hoping to be heard.
Apr 24, 2017
Apr 24, 2017 at 9:35 PM UTC
Petals, plucked by "he loves me"s and "he loves me not"s,
Roses, the symbol of perfect love and eternal beauty.
Such a bright vermillion, matching
Such a dulcet aroma with
Such a charismatic lust
Emerging from layers of velvet.
Maiden's lips resemble it so, as if
Nature graced it with its own paintbrush.
Drops of dainty words and heavenly sighs escape like
Drops of dew in the calm of light at dawn.
A scent of eros romance
Rings around her neck and wrists, able to
Entrance any passersby.
Beauty of those able to challenge Aphrodite,
Whom wishes to lacerate gradually,
Fueled by hatred and jealousy.
Fair, both skin and hair.
Poise as an angel with a
Face to match.
Eyes say otherwise, however.
Yes, she is a rose, but
Even roses have thorns.
Apr 12, 2017
Apr 12, 2017 at 11:09 PM UTC
Ink crawling on aged paper
With tales and stories able to
Take you away from this
Problematic world.
Under your fingerprint lies the
Feel of countless emotions and ideas
Blessed by imagination.
Sweet aroma fills your lungs with a
Breath of crisp pages and
Sacred smoke from an eternal flame of inspiration.
Stains from shed tears caused by
Moments of bittersweet.
United as one with the names
Printed on a page.
Are their emotions mine too?
For they have become a
Key to a door of escape -
Escape from reality.
Apr 5, 2017
Apr 5, 2017 at 9:49 PM UTC
A ring of natural perfume is adorned on you neck
like the sweet dew of April mornings.
Chains of daisies and dandelions,
which hold a thousand wishes each,
connects like bonds created by
you and me.
Let my hair fall
and inhale comforting bliss
while exhaling bothersome regrets.
Watch the sun kiss the earth goodnight
as it lets the sky open
to glittering stars.
None are capable of outshining the twinkle in your eye
or the shine of those soft lips.
None can compare to you,
an April diamond,
flawless and perfect to many
Smooth edges and clear soul,
a birthstone destines to resonate
within the heart, soul, and mind.
Apr 3, 2017
Apr 3, 2017 at 10:22 PM UTC
The mind
Has a strange way of interpreting
The eye,
Seen in color
But the meaning is black and white
A pinch of sand,
Drops of tears,
A cry of agony,
These demons inside me
There's a plethora of conflicts in society,
But it doesn't seem that they have solved any.
Now my head's going under,
Choking out a plea,
It's suffocating, I'm drowning
In this void-like sea
I'm not the only one, as unfortunate as it is
Didn't even have time to go and repent for their sins
Losing hope wondering:
Will I ever reach the surface?
Will I ever find my purpose?
There are different perspectives of life,
But nobody cares, only if they're right.
The world needs to change,
But I guess my hypocritical self has no room to say...
I've gone colorblind
Some have completely lost their sight
I'm looking through a kaleidoscope of black and white
The solution is a fight
Is there truly a winner,
'Cause we're all sinners
This ain't no childhood game
It's just a drop of gray
There's no pure, just tainted gray.
It's always good or bad,
Right or wrong,
Nothing in between
Tell me, is it genuinely as simple as it seems to be?
Did you really believe that white lie of
Being free?
Sure, my words don't matter, I'm just a kid who's doolally
Don't know 'bout politics, but it's not my fault you aren't telling me
We're just a little rebellious, the youth
Sorry, but we got no choice if you don't tell us the truth
This universe is just a
Realm of fallen angels
Turned out backs to reason
Annihilate anyone who doesn't trust in what you believe in
****** for a good cause surely justifies
No biggie, just another sacrificial life
The needs of the many outweigh the few
So if you're too weak to walk this hellish path
We'll make do without you
It's all come to this, an alliance with Hell
All because of this cursed naive spell
Of being righteous
All this to fight for us
All this to make way for us
All this to be savior to us
But that crimson stain was punctured from us
That gasoline was doused on us
That bullet was shot straight through us
Did you really help us?
Can you even say when there's poison in your mind
And fog covering your eyes?
I've gone colorblind
Some have completely lost their sight
I'm looking through a kaleidoscope of black and white
The solution is a fight
Is there truly a winner,
'Cause we're all sinners
This ain't no childhood game
It's just a drop of gray
There's no pure, just tainted gray.
When there's light, there's shadows
When there's souls, there's hollows
An absence of good
I need to take a closer look
But everything's faded
Crumbling, as if touched by Satan's hand
To create, you have to destroy
To fate, are we just a toy?
Us beings, so narrow-minded
The shining star, can't find it
Before bringing Earth to heaven, it must plunge to Hell
Won't emerge clear, angelic white
With our marks of wrong-doings
So, does noble exist in our race
Even with our black-and-white vision?
We're locked up tight
Slaves in the labyrinth prison
They give treason to slaughterers, but when pondering,
Doesn't that make them the same?
We always have opposed this, are they losing their minds
Or am I the one who is insane?
Let's just point to blame,
Become pawns to a game,
Isn't the outcome a shame?
I've gone colorblind
Some have completely lost their sight
I'm looking through a kaleidoscope of black and white
The solution is a fight
Is there truly a winner,
'Cause we're all sinners
This ain't no childhood game
It's just a drop of gray
There's no pure, just tainted gray.
I've gone colorblind
Some have completely lost their sight
I'm looking through a kaleidoscope of black and white
The solution is a fight
Is there truly a winner,
'Cause we're all sinners
This ain't no childhood game
It's just a drop of gray
There's no pure, just tainted gray.
Look back at time
When your hands were conjoined with mine
Let me see you smile again
'Cause this might me the last time I see you again
Sever this ties
We've kept too many secrets, too many lies
For what we thought was right in our eyes
Tell me again our pact
Tell me again our mission
To release the world of its temptations
To release the world of its limitations
When will that be
When I cannot set free
Of my own
I've gone colorblind
Some have completely lost their sight
I'm looking through a kaleidoscope of black and white
The solution is a fight
Is there truly a winner,
'Cause we're all sinners
This ain't no childhood game
It's just a drop of gray
There's no pure, just tainted gray.
Apr 3, 2017
Apr 3, 2017 at 9:44 PM UTC
Sit down, have a drink
Take a minute to contemplate and think
Whispers of different auras
Have the power to create and destroy us
Turning admiration to white lies...
I got not time for love songs
No time to focus on what's wrong
Come on, count your blessings
Especially when things get heavy
Remember those forgotten dreams
Closing my eyes counting one, two, three
Fate, let's play hide-and-seek.
Find me
Toast to a new generation, a new age
To the passing by of night and day
Who cares about limitations?
Not scared of getting a little dangerous
Fear is my best friend
Actually, more like my servant
I wonder what happens tomorrow
Breathing bliss, exhaling sorrow
I'll face head on...
I got not time for love songs
No time to focus on what's wrong
Come on, count your blessings
Especially when things get heavy
Remember those forgotten dreams
Closing my eyes counting one, two, three
How about another day, Death?
I'm not done yet
They say our destinies are written in the stars
It's up to us on how we use our hearts
I see billions of faces
Having a habit of making observations
I see ten times more lights
From a passion to fight
For much more than their own lives
Sometimes I wanna go back to the days
Of shooting paper airplanes
Of wading in the sky
Not caring about life
Or when we'll die
I got not time for love songs
No time to focus on what's wrong
Come on, count your blessings
Especially when things get heavy
Remember those forgotten dreams
Closing my eyes counting one, two, three
I'm free?
I got not time for love songs
No time to focus on what's wrong
Come on, count your blessings
Especially when things get heavy
Remember those forgotten dreams
Closing my eyes counting one, two, three
Tell me...
I got not time for love songs
No time to focus on what's wrong
Come on, count your blessings
Especially when things get heavy
Remember those forgotten dreams
Closing my eyes counting one, two, three
Just take a chance to believe.
Mar 11, 2017
Mar 11, 2017 at 3:48 PM UTC