Eyes on the prize, moon in the sky
Tears on pillows, arms on sorrow
Glass-transparent, wishing for the better
Never regret, when love is what you get.
Drips of rain, forms of pain
Heart of glass, hoping things would last
When you go, i will know
Truth shall set you free, of what will never be.
Mar 23, 2019
Mar 23, 2019 at 2:38 AM UTC
The very basic idea of sound is intriguing
Without the presence of silence, sound wouldn't be around
Though the opposite of silence equals the absence of nothingness
Which means silence and sound is unseperateable.
Silence can bring peace
Sound can cause distraught
Both combined means order
Take one of them away, chaos is in your way.
Jul 29, 2018
Jul 29, 2018 at 2:46 PM UTC
Beauty isn't always what meets the eye
Beauty and aesthetics doesn't always share it's meaning
True beauty is transparant
No physical or real solid form
Seek and you will see
The true form of beauty
Ignore and you will mourn
The absence of peace
What lies beneath the surface
Is the answer to your question
Feel and you will experience bliss
See and drift away from depression and oppression
Jul 7, 2018
Jul 7, 2018 at 10:52 PM UTC
I used to be true to myself
'Till i met a beautiful lie
It taught me that nothing is expected
And that anything is possible
A thought of a doubt was present
All these "grip and grin" were unnecessary
I hope someday it will be
But someday came suddenly
Jun 29, 2018
Jun 29, 2018 at 10:21 PM UTC
I always think about the irony how the way they think inspired me to reach the higher me.
All they want is to be reckoned by society
Without a second to think about the consequences.
All these tragedies and blasphemy they brought to the minority is actually a casualty,
So they say.
"Will there be a sign of a new trend?"
Is like saying,
"When will each of us see our end?"
Though none of that matters
We just need someone to believe that the right actions
Will lead us to our next rite of passage.
Jun 11, 2018
Jun 11, 2018 at 4:35 AM UTC
I have grown quite an interest,
In the human condition of stress
I have grown weary
From doubting my worthiness to feel love.
What is affection?
Will the effect protect me from being attacked by depression and the oppression of sadness?
Some people has learned their lessons
I have yet to learn mine
I have yet to earn time
To survive this jungle that's called life
And we'll all fall to life's darkest depth
It's called death, it's inevitable.
Life has shown all of its appeal,
What is the idea to feel?
Jun 11, 2018
Jun 11, 2018 at 12:32 AM UTC
My intentions suddenly shifted
Into something tainted
Her gaze made the days
Of my lonely phase become strange
"Should i let it go?"
"I should, should i?"
Mind full of doubts
Heart full of regrets
I know this will go south
I hope my situations, she would neglect.
Jun 11, 2018
Jun 11, 2018 at 12:15 AM UTC