An appearance like swan
fragile voice of an angel
the movements like water
she grew by the name Gabriel
A child of perfection she was
her mind was still spotless
but as time passing through
she knew the times of her innocence
has come to an end of noxious
Atlas turned into a beautiful example
jealousy and hatred grew by the society
she poised herself by the war she must fight
through and through, though she knew
the end will come of herself selling her soul
one and only to satan held his hand out for her
Ask he told, are you willing
to die each and second to live
willingly rott yourself into
this demise you never meant for
Feb 11, 2016
Feb 11, 2016 at 5:52 AM UTC
A child who once wasn't happy
one to wanted to be of a unique
under the illusion of society given
you will never be accepted if weak
I was the one naive of all
the small introvert in the herd
passing through many doors
as adapting knowing
I was their choice of third
I wasn't the perfect child
growing up was good enough
my family is an average born
I grew with thoughts of living
was always kind well
As to no one had told me
it should be this tough
I was one of a kind
the kind you'd be worried
though appearances
known to seem docile
my parents concerned
I might have grown hurried
as paced from other children
I was the one who realized the lies first
Feb 7, 2016
Feb 7, 2016 at 6:29 AM UTC
When the life you led
was grand and easy as seen
and dare not your eyes
care upon to others
who were dread
in cold hardships
You became drowned
in greed and arrogance
not remembering
the gold wasn't yours
in the beginning
The life; our young generation
that we have in this of century
is led of nothings and foolish thoughts
Holding on to big dreams
of the rain; gold and silver
to pour into their arms
without a lift of a finger
Many I've met, so far
I've moved forward
to earn the respect I care
I've seen the genius,
the best of the goods,
and the worst of them all
Knowing some youths
that care not of learning
the life thoughts of giving
saddens me, in a way
I am not perfectionist
nor am I even near such
a human being to be perfect
Mar 24, 2014
Mar 24, 2014 at 12:28 AM UTC
Music is a part of one's growing heart and soul
God's gift for the creation he made
and designed on within time and void
Music itself was a born soul
of it's own living in us to soar
It is a powerful and fearsome
soul to tends to overpower
us at our weakest or golden moments
at hand to strike in silence
At birth, birds sing and bell chimes
to welcome the new souls
come forth from the heavens
At death, the sound of the fallen rain
and bells rings to pay their goodbyes
and respects for their met again with the gods
I am neither a musician nor a writer
I am a plain and simple soul
who adores writing, singing,
and paint my soul out on paper
Music brings joys, happiness,
sadness, anger, and many feelings
from the heart and soul
It has done much wonders and chaos
to the humanity of the passing time
on this land of earth we bound
The attune of each song,
the words of every feelings
being pour without a rest of mind,
each strum or tune of one's heart
into the blank paper
Has made many confuse hearts
and lost souls come together,
to become one at peace
again, to be diverse
It is amazing to see
what music does
it brings people
together, anywhere
and any time of moment
Music changes people, for better or worst
it does depends on what tune
your heart and soul desires
from today and onwards
Nov 25, 2013
Nov 25, 2013 at 8:37 AM UTC
A young youth
who'd family raised
as the divers of the sea
I was the first child
and daughter came forth
to these water elementals
Upon life
by my dearest
home sided
the vast ocean
I grew up
staying on
an asian island
where by
the oriental cloth
upon my skin,
cooling breeze
were always around
for the kites and eagles
to soar afar wide
above the ocean
even the villagers
used to have called
little me, their merchild
as I was always excited
to wake up by dawn
swimming in the ocean
after awakening
of my family
in their
sweet dreams
till the day ends
came forth the sunset
as I swam
few strokes left
to do, I was
always the last
of the children
to walk back
on the earth land
wave my goodbyes
I did, to the beautiful
sunset down
as for the moonlight
to shine on the
ocean's floor
later, after dinner
and some stories
from my loved ones
all rested with
hard work and
sweetest dreams
I walk over to
window and prayed
to make a wish
to the skies and
the ocean
that I was sure
I had finally
found of
my first love,
and he was the ocean
Nov 16, 2013
Nov 16, 2013 at 4:55 AM UTC
I am an asian
an oriental from the east
curious of more knowledge
of the west and south
A young youth
at an age of studying
the board seas of land
and the earth we stand upon
Racism is a wide source
of fear, the we all
become upon at
take it on at war
Bloodshed and tears
are cried upon
the death of love
ones in many times
of the past in mine lands
In the art of war
will have no
happy ending
unless one's voice
is rising and brave
Enough to risk
his own soul
to be diverse and
have good faith hope
in other religion
And races, to
nurture and care
of our younger children
to the new era awaits
For once, in my life
I would love to
see diversity come
together without
any hate to each other
Blaming on
from the past
hurting the young
of the future
due to history
Nov 13, 2013
Nov 13, 2013 at 7:23 PM UTC
In search for the one
to love nurture and care
till death do us apart
was too much too hope for
knowing how much I was
willing to placed in line
for my love of you
and that you didn't
as for me, I was pure
and loved you for the man
you've become but
you chose for the superficial
and left me, wonder and ponder
alone in war of myself
what have I've done wrong
in depression, crying
and in desperation
of wanting comfort
knowing the other party
is in happy bliss
even after what love we had
I was loyal and caring
yes, I am not flawless
but I expect that you
would accept me
as I did for you
in the name of love
Such a life, I live
in white lies and
dark betrayals
of many done of me
Nov 12, 2013
Nov 12, 2013 at 10:31 AM UTC
We live in the world that kills each other
in a cycle no ones understands why of its theory to do so
I am an ocean child, lost and searching
in this wide sea of humans passing
wondering and pondering at thoughts
nonetheless crying for the attention
of love, honestly, and heart of the purest
I am mentally abused by my past,
and a confuse young at youth
searching for the reason of why
I am here on this land born to do
with faith, I prayed for the gods
to give me a sign what am I meant
The inner ocean in me cries
for a heart to comfort my sad soul
even though knowing
I will die alone at the end
only left with inked writing
and faded memories god left
inside of me, to remain of my past
A scuba diver, I am
I have treasure the oceans
and never ate a shark
ever in my life time
as it was the vow I took
as a young child
I promise to save
their race from extinction
I am a young youth whom
have been much through hurt
and betrayal countless times
I am not the walking perfection
but I am a caring soul
who only begs to be loved
and wants only of love and nurturing
In this century, I have fear
nothing last forever
though anymore, there is hope
but don't hang on it too long
the rope will tear if
you hold strong and heavy
enough you'll drop and die
Like the ocean, my feelings
swayed and fades
through down my skin
and the sound of the sea
flow in, and attune my veins
to my heart, it calms
the war in myself ..
Nov 12, 2013
Nov 12, 2013 at 10:16 AM UTC