I watched you enter my life so abruptly
It’s been a good run
Yet as quick as you came,
It seems you now want out

Our threads were once woven
intertwining spirit and heart
But now those threads
Eagerly, and mutually depart
Stretching towards opposite ends
A broken heart is never easy to mend

I guess i didn’t know you well enough
Naive of me to think i had the chance
I let you take advantage of my kindness
Something you‘d never reciprocate
It was all my fault, now its too late

I’m ready to say goodbye
But just say the word
And I’ll give it another try

i wish i had never met you
no pressure
nor prejudiced thoughts
that's your effect
and all those naive
will follow you blindly
sadly, i know of so many

lost in a vacuum
where liberty conflicts with bigotry
if you choose to live blindly
then stop claiming to see clearly
you will never know
an eccentric life the way i do
so ill keep to myself
and you keep doing you

you once resembled a warm summer day
a vibrant ray emitting all colors from the spectrum
but summers end and are replaced by storms
once the rose figures it's a rose
it learns to grow thorns

so elegant in image and in words
treading the waters gently and light
but your ripples unfurl quite massive
pushing away your former life
how can something be
so beautiful yet so destructive

why idolize a cliched society
that merely pressured you to blossom
when you've had the best around you
simple yet so wholesome
those who helped you bloom
you took for granted too

when you are ready to float along
please let us go
without resentment nor condition
and when you find yourself once again
you can still come home
but for now, this is the end
the death of a good friend

You remind me of
Some indie films i've seen
Where the colors are warm and subtle
Every scene so intricate and perfectly written
An underrated classic that’s so well hidden
From the view of the public eye
Its a taste that only some can acquire

Your intro ****** and conclusion
Are independent on its own
A beguiling, marvelous illusion
A vision to which nothing comes close
Your music harmonizes
with the view of the terrain
The film puts my heart at ease
You’re a cinematic masterpiece

it begins again
another sweet feeling recurring

i have rid the past
of empty promises
and now my days are filled
with new wonder and belonging

and i am so happy that i now look forward
to the end of each and every day
because then another day keeps dawning
i am filled with curiosity and purpose once again
fueled by your sweet picture
in my heart and in my head

easy on the eyes
tender, endearing smile
beloved by many around yet still unaware
a gentle soul with a generous heart
can anyone else compare, not at all i say
without a doubt.

Is it a blessing or a curse?
The gut feelings i implore
Have been usually right so far

Hear no evil, speak no evil, see no evil
But sometimes we just can't help ourselves
We crave for things beyond our reach
Even though its roots can be foul,
We trust in the benefit of the doubt

People often forget
to write about their happiness
It's only when they're upset
that they clamor of their madness
because they know
pity comes to the loud,
and ignorance to the mellow

White clouds
Lasting the day
You excite my heart
In your coy, twisted way
We express our mutuality
Through art and song
Why do you toy with my heart?
And why do I play along?
Out of shame I have to say
Only you can make me smile this way
But smile fades with one mistake
One which you constantly repeat
Leading you always into instant retreat
And so you settle for saftey
For you think that I am too risky
End of day, I sigh in woe
Just like the clouds
That end up a storm

I remember the time I lay afloat
on the lining that separates the sky from the ocean


Some days I managed to jump higher than the sea,
hoping to touch that sky
but I never made it that far


Each jump higher I make,
only the quicker and harder I fall
Til finally one day I’m no longer on that lining,
but now drowning
in the waves that used to surround me


Am I anchored by my own will,
or by someone else’s doings?
But definitely for sure, I’m not moving
What, do I envy?
Do I hate the ones i see above me, free and flying?
No, not even.


I only end up feeling down for myself
For how can a fish ever become a bird