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Timothy Jun 2018
In the sea of stars where wishes come true
The night sky painted with white purple and blue
I grasp them and hope to never let go
A silent place with no despair or sorrow

Journey with no care for destination
Only filled with memories of happy occasions
Alas, those stars are far far away
A perfect world where dreams come into play

Look up at the starry night sky
Fantasizing the feeling of wanting to fly
No pain, suffering wound or scars
All of these to be found in the sea of stars
sharing one of my friends poetry. Thank you Ric
Timothy Jun 2018
what's fun about being hurt
when you didn't invite hurt in the first place
what's sad about being happy
despite your loved ones died recently
what's wrong about smiling to someone you barely even know

you try to be nice to mean people
you try to be mean to nice people
you try to be fair when everything is unfair

you're being unfair, you know?
dunno... btw while I was typing this to my friend's chat box I suddenly received an event from facebook entitled "Depresso: A Mental Health Awareness Session (Limited Seats Only)" I was like *** facebook are you stalking me?
Timothy Mar 2018
Walk these steps by yourself, not because you are alone.
          But,Because you are strong.
Live to tell your tales, not for you to have a legacy.
          But for inspiration among others
Put your heart on your sleeve, not because you are infatuated and anxious with the thought of love.
          But, Because you gave yourself permission to fall in love.

Break a piece of you for everyone to feast, not because you desire for the broken people to stop wincing, but for the sole reason of giving without receiving

Finally, say “I love you” to the people who you care about the most, not because, oneday they will never be around. Because they are already there.
poetry became heavy to me. I no longer see it as a source of entertainment... I see it as a long text of depression...

Timothy Mar 2018
you've been good to me
you've shown me the way to be free
I want to give something in return
so I wrote this poem that I've learn

You are the instrument of my song
To the beat of your heart as it play along.
I've never been this in love before
but I know that you are someone I wont fall for.

You are the song that plays in the background
before I knew it, you're all ready there,
and I was dumbfounded.
you are the instrument that lives in me....
you are my inspiration that drove me here..
I feel blessed that I've known you
because without you

I will never be a writer of expression.
dunno if I did it correctly.
your thoughts?
Ps. just playing around with words again. do you mind translating this poem for me to understand what the hell did I wrote.
Timothy Mar 2018
everything is you
you are everything
but things change
you're now nothing

days after nights
I stare at the stars
is this the universe I see?
or the emptiness of your eyes

you wonder deep
so deep that I couldn't reach
I tried , I tried to save you
but I was late.

"you are the flower that sat upon winter, now you die because of summer"
.... she could shut out everyone, including herself
Little by little you watched your daughter get lost in the darkness and you stood there and watched, convinced that it was just a phase.
Her heart stopped that morning.
And it was the only time they told her they loved her.
They needed her.
And maybe if they would have told her that when she was still breathing and needed it, then she would still be here.
Timothy Mar 2018
I remember our first conversations,
We built a place full of commemoration.
A place where we secretly call it our very own
the documentation of our transformation was shown

happiness was running through our body,
where our little place was hidden with caution
some days, it would  feel heavenly.
Few days, it could feel like the rigorousness of the ocean

Steal little kisses and hold hands
How our eyes blink.
‘Cause we know our bloods will never understand.
What it feels like to be young and in love with no extent.
Timothy Mar 2018
ᶦᵗˢ ᵃˡˡ ʸᵒᵘ ʷʰᵒ'ˢ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ˡʸᶦⁿᵍ ᶜᵒⁿˢᵗᵃⁿᵗˡʸ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵐᵉ.
ᶦᵗˢ ᵃˡˡ ʸᵒᵘ ʷʰᵒ'ˢ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ˡʸᶦⁿᵍ ᶜᵒⁿˢᵗᵃⁿᵗˡʸ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵐᵉ.
ᶦᵗˢ ᵃˡˡ ʸᵒᵘ ʷʰᵒ'ˢ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ˡʸᶦⁿᵍ ᶜᵒⁿˢᵗᵃⁿᵗˡʸ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵐᵉ.
ᶦᵗˢ ᵃˡˡ ʸᵒᵘ ʷʰᵒ'ˢ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ˡʸᶦⁿᵍ ᶜᵒⁿˢᵗᵃⁿᵗˡʸ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵐᵉ.
ᶦᵗˢ ᵃˡˡ ʸᵒᵘ ʷʰᵒ'ˢ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ˡʸᶦⁿᵍ ᶜᵒⁿˢᵗᵃⁿᵗˡʸ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵐᵉ.
ᶦᵗˢ ᵃˡˡ ʸᵒᵘ ʷʰᵒ'ˢ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ˡʸᶦⁿᵍ ᶜᵒⁿˢᵗᵃⁿᵗˡʸ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵐᵉ.
ᶦᵗˢ ᵃˡˡ ʸᵒᵘ ʷʰᵒ'ˢ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ˡʸᶦⁿᵍ ᶜᵒⁿˢᵗᵃⁿᵗˡʸ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵐᵉ.
ᶦᵗˢ ᵃˡˡ ʸᵒᵘ ʷʰᵒ'ˢ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ˡʸᶦⁿᵍ ᶜᵒⁿˢᵗᵃⁿᵗˡʸ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵐᵉ.
ᶦᵗˢ ᵃˡˡ ʸᵒᵘ ʷʰᵒ'ˢ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ˡʸᶦⁿᵍ ᶜᵒⁿˢᵗᵃⁿᵗˡʸ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵐᵉ.
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