everyone has a voice
to shout, to sing, to cry out or to whisper what they hold in their hearts
but a voice can be strangled or silenced by the voice of another
so be stronger and let your voice be heard
drown their degrading use of voice with your own
stand tall and use your voice for yourself or for another
let it not be for pain or sorrow
but for encouragement and empowerment
not all are lucky to have a voice as loud as the others
so be their voice entwined in yours for yours and his to be stronger
and help them find the strength in their voice
to speak out, to inform and to say that their voice is relevant
every voice is important
let the people know that they can be heard by all
maybe ignored by a few
listened by some
understood by others
every voice is relevant
let not one voice be muted by louder voices
but be strengthened by others
a voice is a super power that everyone possesses
Dec 30, 2015
Dec 30, 2015 at 11:31 AM UTC
Silent cuts to the arm of the boy who always smiles so bright
A happy-go-lucky person with circulating suicidal thoughts
The sociable and friendly girl's pillow who has seen her tears every night
No one suspects that their hidden emotions are turning themselves to knots.
The mask of a clean and bright face is the one everyone wants to wear because it is the only one that everyone else wants to see.
The only one acceptable to show.
The only one allowed to be seen.
The only one.
For them, behind every hug is a cut to prevent the sadness from emerging
Behind every laugh is a cry for help from a person hurting
Behind every joke is a plea to be free from the unforgiving black hole
Behind every smile is a stream of tears of a person hiding.
Hiding from society that taught us not to cry because it means weakness
Hiding from the reality that being sad about something is always not a big deal
Hiding from the people who would give us the looks of pity, forcing us to keep the tears in
Hiding from the truth that your reason for crying will never be enough to justify yourself
Unheard. Silent. Unseen. Kept. Unreasonable. Hurt. Unaccepted.
Hidden.
Oct 23, 2015
Oct 23, 2015 at 8:47 AM UTC
Keeping thyself from its true emotions pushes down a person’s real identity.
As I lay there thinking about what I should do to find myself,
Not knowing that I trudge in my own restlessness for that recognition of knowing who I am
Yet I am unable to wade through the maze of unwanted feelings I have that blurs what lie in the center,
Eclipsing the fact that I only need to follow the path towards to what I want,
Without any hesitations or what ifs or regrets in accepting my own self.
Except I cannot determine if who I really am is who I want to be,
So I resist going towards the center,
Thus, I walk around that labyrinth, aimlessly figuring out if I would rather find myself or be someone else
Oct 2, 2015
Oct 2, 2015 at 12:40 PM UTC
As I bind these sheets in a monotonous routine way
I neglect to see what they are or hear what they talk about
Was it just some information they needed to convey?
Maybe just some words that hold some uncertainty or doubt
My metal decreases and turns to rust
Still I go on until my very last one
Continue with no hesitation, I must
Till the time will come when I say, ‘I am done’
I cannot resist, else I shall be obsolete
Nor can I continue without making a mistake
As my opponent does faster, I have accepted my defeat
Whilst I do my last attempt, I stop and break
I was used and discarded like the inanimate thing I am
Pushed away from the place I called home for many years
Thinking of a way to be used again, ideas I cram
But to no avail, I stay in the dark bin, crying without tears
Oct 2, 2015
Oct 2, 2015 at 10:41 AM UTC
Love?
What is it really?
What does it do?
How can you love?
How do you know you're in love?
How do you fall in and out of love?
Why do we love?
Why do we need it?
Why do we want it?
When do we fall in love?
When can you say you have loved?
When will you be able to love?
These are questions I do not know the answer to
Or maybe I do know it but I can be sure
Sometimes my answers are too good to be true
Or that sometimes the answers are too far from pure
But I do know one thing.
It's something so amazing that once you have it,
You don't want to let go of it even if you wanted to.
Sep 4, 2015
Sep 4, 2015 at 2:05 AM UTC
Infinite possibilities can happen in a second.
Infinite number of possibilities can change a person's life forever.
Infinite realities can alter the phase of time.
Infinite people can shape you in a good and bad way.
Infinite. Infinite. Infinite. Infinite.
There are infinite things in the world.
The stars in the sky, the sands near the sea, the drops of water in the ocean, and the amount of love that can be given.
Science and theories can count the first three things though but only the person capable of giving the fourth one, would be able to measure it.
Jul 10, 2015
Jul 10, 2015 at 11:47 AM UTC
Here's to the memories we'll never forget
The ones that made us better people for each other
The ones that proved that we can reach forever
The one full of love
Here's to the memories we hoped to forget
The ones that made us cry all night
The ones that made us fight in the car
The one that silenced us both
Here's to the memories we hope to never have happened
The one that brought the 'us' to an end
The one that broke our hearts that night
The one that made us fall apart
Here's to the memories we hope to make again.
Jul 5, 2015
Jul 5, 2015 at 10:34 AM UTC
10 friends I started
But with all 10 I parted,
10 friends I shared
And all 10 I spared,
With the help of them and of time and of age
I began to fill my life, page by page
I met them in 10 different places, in 10 different chances
In 10 different times and in 10 different glances
The 10 people who changed my life in 10 various ways
Are the 10 I know that fights and stays
Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 3:31 AM UTC
All of us are worthy of something
Worthy of happiness,
Worthy of fortune,
Worthy of hope,
Worthy of help,
Worthy of love
We do not choose who makes us worthy of those things,
They determine if we are worth it.
Dec 19, 2014
Dec 19, 2014 at 6:08 AM UTC
No matter how wide we smile together
Or how hard we laugh out loud
Or how often we talk to each other
Or how we seldom join a crowd
I can never be more than that
*We smile together
But I am not the reason for that smile
We laugh out loud
But every time we laugh out loud, it is halfhearted
We talk a lot very often
But the subject is not about you, me or us
We seldom join crowds
But you would sometimes make me feel like an outcast*
I can not complain
Nor can I refrain
From the fact that I will never be the first
Nor the last at worst
Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 9:56 AM UTC