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Mancy Jun 2020
It is always
your smile
that makes this dark cruel world
a little less scary.

If not for your smile
my eyes would have forgotten
the warmth of light
going blind
lost forever,
in this infinite darkness.
They say a smile can light up the world. It really does. Your smile lights up my world every single time.
Mancy Oct 2019
Good night,
Sweet dreams.
Ever wondered,
what happens
a few moments later
You say that to me?

Darkness being filled
with fond memories.
my unconscious cravings.
waking up to
my worst nightmares.
Either way,
Giving life to
A parallel world,
never expected to exist.

Some days,
I would be
at my own funeral
watching over
the heavy tears of
my 16-year-old self.
Some days,
I would be
reading my favorite book
in a cozy cabin
amidst a dense forest
out of nowhere.

Some days
Just pass by,
With me walking
Over hundreds of miles
Of unknown trails
With known strangers.
And some days
just pass by,
with me dying out of
every possible accidents
I could encounter.

And Few places
are possessed
with people from the past,
haunted by
long gone memories,
chased by forgotten souls.
But never got caught
Neither been saved.

So, This is how
my dreams are curated.
Inconsistent mix of
Endless escape games
and clueless cosplays,
with no hints
neither special costumes.
Mancy Sep 2019
It isn't easy
To sway like a puppet
Tied to the strings of
Circumstantial emotional needs.

It isn't easy
To breathe behind this mask
Hiding the rolling tears
Serving all the cultural ABCs.

It isn't easy
To stay buried
In this mound of false faces
Concealing a whole another utopia.

It isn't easy
To accept bitter bribes
For all the selfless sins
With these pure hands.

It isn't easy
To make myself believe
In the insanely rational normality
Of this destructive chaos.
Mancy Aug 2019
Since i was a child I have been asking this question around.
I got diverse answers but nothing discreet.
Granny always said our souls reach god.
Mom said we all become stardust.
My teacher said we just become fossils.

Eventually I realized.
Nobody really dies.
A piece of them
is deeply engraved in our souls.
They are very much alive
in the space in between their loved ones.
In our memories, they are still warm.
In the past our eyes project
they are still breathing.
In every keepsakes they have left  
we are together.
In all the frames hanging out there
they are still smiling.

No one really dies,
Until every ounce of the memories
tracing their soul
are completely erased.
Mancy Jul 2019
Let's runaway
You and me.
Just you and me.
Just like how we dreamt,
Just the way we always wanted.
In one of those long trains,
That takes us to destiny.
Along with the other bunch of curious eyes,
Ours being the brightest,
Hand in hand, lovey dovey,
Blending with stardust,
Let's get lost in our dreams.

Come, Lets runaway

From all these planned chaos,
Organised crimes, so called selfless responsibilities.
Let's free ourselves from this cage.
This cage, locked by the society.
We've gotta escape it.
Not like those dewdrops slipping through the leaf,
But like the warriors breaking through the fortification.

Come, Lets runaway,

I don't know where
Let's just run till we find our destination.
Inevitably this will be a long run,
But this will never be tiring
Because we are together.
We will be tormented with storms
Don't be scared, we are together.
We will survive the storm.
When the journey gets harder
Don't be flustered, never step back.
Hold my hand tight, we'll be fine.
Trust me, this is what our every single heartbeat wished for.
Every breath out of our lungs went in search of this quest.
Lets get it and feed our souls.

Come, Lets run away.
Mancy Jul 2019
You killed my innocence with
the crookedness in your blood,
And evil, the language you speak.
Your delinquent confession made me
dive into the pool of agony.
Chained me up with devilish whispers.
Captured by your corrupted soul
kissed those wicked lips painted with sins
Drenched me with your heinous love.
To sum up your sins,
equals the stars of the dark universe
Count me in too, as one of your crooked desires.
Mancy Jun 2019
You may not be
The moon or
A star or
The sun
Beaming vision to the world.

But to me
You are
The cute little
Casting hope in me.
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