Love will always be the best thing
left in hearts of many,
For people will never forget to love
Though been broken lots of times already;
Love will always be the best thing left
in the vicinity of someone's soul;
A masterpiece to keep—
To keep your broken self whole.

I
CITY OF WOE IS WHAT THEY CALLED THIS PLACE
CROWDED WITH DEPRAVED SOULS THAT WILL FOREVER RACE,
PURSUING A BANNER,THROUGH A BLACK HAZE
FOR THEIR LIVES CONCLUDED NEITHER BLAME NOR PRAISE

II
A SITE FULL OF PAINS AND LAMENTATION
NO WORD OF THEM SURVIVES THEIR LIVING SEASON
AND IN THEIR BLIND AND UNATTAINING STATE
THEY MUST ENVY EVERY OTHER FATE

III
GO!BEGONE FROM THIS PLACE FULL OF SORROW
TAKE CARE OF YOUR LIFE THAT YOU ONLY BORROW
AVOID WRONGDOINGS,KEEP ON DOING GOOD
SO BY ALMIGHTY GOD,YOU WONT BE SCOURGED

IV
BE GOOD ENOUGH TO FOLLOW GO'S COMMANDMENTS
LOVE YUR ENEMIES, AVOID CHASTISEMENTS
FOR GOD HATE THOSE PERSONS LIKE THAT
AND HE LET THEM SUFFER FOM HIS WRATH

V
DONT LIVE THIS LIFE JUST FOR YOUR OWN
TRY TO BE SELFLESS,BE  A MOTIVATION
SERVE AS SOMEONES INSPIRATON,
AND GLORIFY OUR FATHER,AS IS OWN NATION

VI
THESE ARE THE THINGS YOU NEED TO DO
FOR YOU TO AVOID BEING IN HELL TOO
LETS KEEP DOING GOOD TOGETHER
AND ALWAYS FOLLOW ALL OF GODS ORDER...

With trembling knees and soft-pleading voice,
She spoke to every child she dearly loves,
But no one did listen nor tried to hear
Those agonies she unfortunately had.
And for decades that passed,
She never did really feel so well;
And through the years that follow,
She lived her existence on the fire of hell.
But no one cared, to her dismay—
they even abused her kindness,
that’s why when her temper’s got so full,
she let them suffer in the darkness.

But we’re all naïve and dumb enough,
Don’t even care about her situation,
Wanna know who she is?
Our very own mother nature—
We need to stop what we’re doing,
And try to listen to her voice,
Every modernized thing we have now,
Contributes to her suffering and slow obliteration!

We need to hear her soft-toned voice,
Pleading for some help,
Maybe in the near future,
She’ll taste once again,
the taste of heaven’s state.

Love
doesn't always mean
it's mutual —
For sometimes,
Love
is someone's happiness
over someone's pain—
Choosing to let go,
to move on,
with those scars
and memories
we gained.

When love arrived at my home,
I saw you in front of my door.
Your eyes that speaks with beauty and grace;
Those humors and laugh and smiles on your face—
When love arrived,
I've seen galaxies of personalities,
And learned the ways of crossing those boundaries,
But when love arrived at your home,
You saw her at your doorstep instead,
And spoke to her eyes with beauty and grace,
And made her laugh
through those humors
to see smiles on her face;
You've seen the galaxies of her personality,
You made a way to cross that boundary;
And when love stayed on your vicinity,
You knew that you've found her.
You didn't even saw me at her back,
Standing at another door,
In front of yours.
Love mistakenly knocked at mine—
And we opened at the same time;
And as you steal my never ending stares—
Someone else have stolen yours.

I love your smell,your smiles ,your laugh;
Your eyes that speaks of sincerity,
Another variation of God's artful craft,
Lovely creature of simplicity.

I love the way you play with notes,
As your fingers dance across those keys,
You bring music to its finest beat;
Charmingly played in heartfelt ways.

You work for success and dreams,
While others spend time for love and affection;
You motivate such youngsters like me
To prioritize first our education.

You never failed to show us our value,
Giving each of us pieces of advice,
Rendering some kind of brotherly love,
Something that couldn't be given price.

And as I slowly unlocks your character,
My heart slowly falls again,
But I know it's impossible to have you;
For I'm just a sibling in faith—
nothing more, nothing less;
A friend to accompany, in happiness and pain!

What if I was embraced by sickness:
Giving me a warm,tight hug;
Would someone care to stay beside me,
Be the pill for my bug—
Be my forever maintenance drug?
I bet none.

What if Satan sends his angelic demons
and invite me undertneath this earth;
Would someone hold my hand so tight,
As I slowly grasp for air to breathe?
Would tears flow from their eyes like flood,
As I take that invitation;
Would someone shed an ocean of tears,
As I journey to my destination?
I bet none.

What if "death" knocks on my door,
And I opened it enthusiastically;
Would someone quickly slip his feet on the floor,
And swiftly lock the door for me?
Would someone care to be mad for my hospitality;
And care to give some reasons behind, a marvel of clarity?
I bet none.

What if life knocks me down;
Dressing me up like a princess,
Would someone look at that beauty
As a sign of my weakness?
Would someone come to my casket and feel so sorry;
Would someone's eyes be so sad,
with flowing tears be blurry?
I bet none.

What if I marry an adverse illness,
Taking me six feet below the land;
Would someone come to the doors of my new home,
Send me flowers and wish to still hold my hand?
Would someone be jealous of death:
For I have chosen it than to have myself live and breathe?
Would someone care to miss me when I'm gone;
If someone would, who's that gonna be?
I bet none.

Thank you for creating HATE in My Heart
I owe you a lot since the very start
And for creating DEMONS inside my head
They're planning to **** me every time I go to bed

Thanks for raising me like a robot
I appreciated much of your effort
Thank you for loving me so tenderly
- you built an electric fence just for my security
I've been so happy for these past years
'Coz you've let me down and sat in tears

You put chains called "fear" in my body
And gave me a room called "prison"
I thank you for making me feel so unworthy
And that I'm just a **** in this competition

Thanks for disregarding my feelings
You teach me how to be mysterious
I learned not to tell others my secrets
And to take life so serious

So I'm sorry for being not perfect and enough
I don't know what to do just to make you smile or laugh
I know I've been so stupid my entire life
That's why sometimes I just wanna end it with a knife
But I remember you taught me how to be strong
And to endure things even if it take so long
I still have to prove I'm something to be proud of - someday!
And I can be that girl that you want me- I'll find a way.

Thank you for Everything
And I'm Sorry for being just Nothing.

To my special someone who gives me inspiration
I never thought that we'll reach this destination
I think we're not a perfect match but it took us this long
Those moments that we've shared — makes our bond even strong.

And as the days passes by, for you, I started to fall
I became in love — but not yet ready to risk it all
I thank God for giving me this kind of chance
Chance to be with you and be the owner of your stare and glance.

Yes I admit it! I tried to stop this feeling
But I realized, you're the best part of my daily living
I tried to hide, I tried to ignore
But why so hard? Can't take this no more!

We were friends— o yes what a word!
Buts that's what we are—and I ask for the assistance of the Lord
Others may misinterprete 'coz they're not informed
But I know nothing could break the friendship that we've formed.

Years will pass and time will run,
So let's enjoy this life, just ha e some fun
I hope you'll never leave me—coz it's still a long run
We know our limits— everything's under the sun!

Sunsets and Sunrise might be the best things to see,
But your smiles will always be the most beautiful for me—
An irreplaceable and rare picture of love;
Caused by the girl,
I think,
given to you,
by God above.

Happy to see you smile and laugh and joyful,
Even though I'm not the reason,
I'm sending my best wishes and Good lucks,
For you;
My forever favorite person.

Hoping that your longing nights
turns out to be the best of all;
Receiving the news—
she's ready take the fall!
Committed:
and won't ever break your heart;
I hope that you find true happiness,
On the next adventure you'll unlock!

May love be good and love be kind;
For both of you, may love be blind—
Understanding, undemanding,
for perfection that you cannot find,
Be happy my love—
I'm happy for you.

6:30 pm.
I'm not expecting you to come, but you did
And that presence of yours never failed to make me bleed
Those mesmerizing eyes;so beautiful and deep,
Still never failed to make my heart regret and weep.
And then I heared your voice upon my head,
singing those songs I used to love,
Playing sweet lovely melodies repeatedly,
Bringing my fantasies up above.
I reminisce those days of our endless conversation
Which quite feels like I got all your attention
And I remember how it makes me feel so stupid
To believe that everything was all because of Cupid..
I recalled how I used to cry at night silently
Begging to God "Please save his heart for me",
And I promise Him to hold and take care of it; Forever,
But He didn't even gave us the chance to be together..
I deplore the time I let myself fall for you again,
And engage my own self in an endless pain,
I regret those times I let my tears fell like rain
for someone who din't even knew my value,
Someone who won't ever dare to answer my "I Love You!"..
And here comes the clock, striking quarter to seven,
waking up my mind lost in the space of about two kilometers
So I bid goodbye to those lonely thoughts of yours
As I free them up around the church parameters.
Yeah! it's 6:45 in the evening when I lost my love for you,
When I throw away those memories of hopeless love that's true ---
It's six forty-five when I set my feelings free
Hoping that it'll come back one day,
When you too, has the same thing for me.
It's six forty- five when our glances met,
And nothing creeps on me
Just regrets --- for those unfulfilled dreams and fantasy,
It's six forty - five when I let go of my love so true..
It's six forty-five and I lost the love I once had for you..

Her name is a stain on my t-shirt
even the strongest bleach can't get rid of,
She's rooted deeply on the stitches—
Even chlorine won't be enough.

I know her color won't fade away—
you just don't want to wipe her out your path,
She's the ruins you've been protecting,
a spot of beauty and history's mark.

An here I am, a tourist interested in her story
but is neglected to have knowledge of her love,
Fears are now crawling up my system—
What if I'm the stain needed to get ridden of?

Thy glorious life I now possess,
is just nothing but a sort of mess—
and all those things I dreamed before,
are now nightmares sliding ashore.

It is human's nature, to adapt and change
but we weren't informed it would be out of our range—
for childhood is a fancy thing we've all enjoyed,
while adult things are far down this deceptive void.

How come we make children believe in fairytales
and not let them know about these nightmares and blues?
Life is not just about joyous songs of nightingales—
please give them facts and useful clues!

We are all nothing but earthlings trying to thrive,
and we are all nothing but people trying to survive—
We are all just lost adults on a lonely sea,
trying to make things work and make ourselves free;
on these unannounced and uninvited guests of adulthood, which decides if we'll be great or just up to no good—
but nonetheless, it's still marvelous to be here;
we never know the next and what's beyond there.

You never liked reading,
But still, I write things for you,
How I wish we could talk for hours
and share something we'd love to do.
But it's quite hard to get a good topic—
We're total opposites for real,
So here I am looking for answers
Did fate let us cross just for thrill?

But despite differences we have,
I'd love to sit still and do nothing with you—
Silence and your presence makes my days complete too.

I woke up to a sight of dreadful memories,
Lingering around with joyful tones,
chasing my peace for some chaos—
Inflicting back the pain to the bones.

It was a "never thought of" situation,
as healing seems to be good enough,
But in the midst of some realizations—
"I might be still just blurting out bluffs"

I still woke up to a sight of horrid regrets,
concealed in muted yellow paint,
And I thought a hint of crimson blush
would hide it all—
But it still peek through with glorious taint.

I'm after the rumbling butterflies in my stomach,
Trying to hide away the troublesome pain,
And now I admit am a great liar—
Pretending to be really good, again.

A breeze of cold air penetrate my core,
As I long for your warm tight hugs,
But then it's just me and my homies,
Talking deeply with our coffee mugs.

I wonder how would it feel to be by your side
and watch these glimmer of city light's horizon,
As our hearts discuss through synch heartbeats—
Listening to their silent screams of affection.

But then a cold breeze snap me out of the daydream—
bringing me back to our present state,
It's still a long run for both of us,
Imaginations are just the best things
I could create.

As the coffee starts to take charge of my system,
My thoughts started to run as well.
I can't keep them off track for a minute—
They started screaming these unbearable hymns.

A bowl of what-ifs served as my snack for the midnight,
Swimming in liquid of yellow traumas and pain,
I can't even bear to look at them with my eyes naked,
But hunger forced me to eat those filthy dreadful grains.

Then, they start to sing horrible notes inside me—
Ruining my butterflies' soft ang lovely song;
Destroying the peace and order of these creatures—
inside are harmonies no one can even get along.