The devices are now altered
and then you know your worth
for the small time you were remembered
and then the next you are unheard

You were never to be flaterred
when the sweet words arrive
you hold a pen and a paper
and write your songs from heart

A basket in the corner
there is no paper crumbs
for you give each piece importance
the mistakes, a part of art

The songs heard in speaker
of undying love of past
the words guided by rhythm
you, the artist of the month

Let us hear the voice that struggled
to tell nothing of lies
a story with honest trembles
of things that always hunt

No, anger is fed with madness
for the understanding is compelled
that people won't give significance
when now, your relevance ends

Have you ever lost someone whom you cared for?

The third string of the guitar
hummed the last of sounds
Into a fading tune of memory
that I tightly held upon
Bruised and tattered hands
as I hoped to make it last

But I would be the happiest
to see you in your charm

In the silence of the piano keys,
I saw you pass me by
For you have shown me the laughter
that is far long gone
I will miss you in my loneliness,
but you won't make me sad

For I will be the happiest
to see you in your charm.

My shadow love resents me for I hurt her so much
That she walks the gaping distance to a home she never had
Passing by coloured houses and trees of yellow limes
She breathed in the freezing air of the coldness in my heart
I gifted her the honesty of confession from my mouth
And the letters in arrangement made a story full of hearts
At the end of the sentence is the blood of a broken heart
But the pain that supposed to happen, it never really came
And I ask her the third time if it was really love
Maybe it is all just made up like the world I made of clouds
She said, "No, I am certain. I liked that little doll. ---
..But the pain turned to pleasure for my little paradise.."

I guess some love are meant to be broken
to patch the little cracks
My heart is now made up of metals
locked with its sacred scars.

The ringing, it has been bugging me. Can it please stop?
By the side drawers of the bed, you'll hear a little thump
There's an abrupt pause on my counting, I am not calm
To face the wall of truth, about these delusions in my heart

How many times did this happen again? I am older and is tired
With a mind like mine, common and proud, who would even risk a dime
That in every few people I talk, nobody would listen on how
How the silent pain surrrounds, how it almost makes me laugh
On how I curl into a fetal position, the world, a year apart

It is stupidly pathetic, but I am now a child of lies
A child that has stories, but in deaf ears it dies
For the many times of broken hopes, for a little, I still asked
That maybe I was worth it, maybe. Now it's gone.

I am the twig, you are the house
I am the body of the boy,
you are the angel that sang
Never meant to be one still,
I hoped that our stars align

Broken friendly vows
and here I am in cries
of how I cannot make it stop,
how it insentifies
I knew what was not meant to be
still, I have lost the fight

For I was embraced with
warmth and laughter
and now I won't wish for it to stop
I will never mean to hurt you
and I am not supposed to love
What will me, the caretaker
What is supposed of me now?

From a distance I will stare at you
like a fallen shooting star
I have lost the chance to be a defender
to show how I cared, a lot
That you were meant to be with me
and that yes, I liked you back.

Me, the oathbreaker

I looked at the stars and named them, light, bright, spark, giggle
I throw a rock in the river and waited for the monster to come
I will call them carter, jake, scar, groomer
I touched the trees with magic and called it "iron twig", I laughed
With conviction I ran after the bug and called it by the name "bree"

Soon, my feet took me to a place, well lit with thunder blades
I called it "beauty", I stayed to the place and found peace
I changed the name to "home".. a beautiful home
The wizards from the nearby village gave me food, they were dressed in white and they brought with them tools

They never let me borrow the tools
And they stare at me with such scrutinizing eyes
They sometimes tries to drag me from my beautiful home
but I stayed, I always stay

One day I woke up and I am in a one-door-room
the wizards are injecting something to my body, I cannot move
what is happening? what is happening.
my home is gone and I'm detained
They kept looking like I was crazy and they injected me again

I fell asleep and dreamed of a nightmare
It was as if I have gone deranged
they put me inside a bulding that said
"Home for the Mentally Insane"

Never did I woke up again

How can he expect that the world will treat him well
when he did all the doings that the wise man regret
for such a person he is, unloving, uncared
how can he wish that there be a different dawn to set

as he stands at the cliffs end, thinking for a wish
for the changes he can give, the one's he mistreated
as he stood in brave stance to take the leap ahead
nothing then mattered, nothing then made sense

As a friend I tried to stop him, to take a chance and live
but he smiled so genuine and a salute he then waved
as a friend, I stood there as I saw him spread his wings
now he is in heaven, the one I failed to save.

I want to take the hat off
And then wave my goodbye.

I am a child with a suitcase,
A woman with a crane
Taking each step with little strength,
then falling over again

I am a child that ran over,
A man with no name
Helding my hands in the sky,
begging for the rain

I was the falling paper,
from the tree of neglect
Rushed with the wind,
heavied by water, loved by the pain

I became the small pebble
that talked to little grains
Ignored and dumbfounded
and stinged by bolts of gale

I went to take the hat off,
with a smile that never fade
Soon, I will take this hat off.
So long! To you my friend.

We might have met in August,
such an expected incident
I held the crown with one hand
as I play the king of games
We made friends, we told tales,
and soon agreed to flee
That with the trust that I gave you,
I let you held the key
For a friend was my illusion,
like happy insanity
You were there, you made it real,
I was taught to laugh and play

But then again, as old men says,
nothing stays the same
I was wrong, or, you got caught,
I was sure that you gave up
That the only thing that I have left,
was in your hands instead
And you played king with my crown and keys,
I did felt the shame

That I hoped, and that I wished,
that maybe it's okay to lead
That maybe I can grow and make dreams,
that I'd become a friend
That someday I'd make keys,
and make a happy place

But it was all just a dream,
now a broken memory
You made me grow, you built me up,
and shattered me in place
I sit here and this I write,
as a broken masterpiece.

Will my hunger be fed
when there's nothing I gave care
Not enough emotion to let me dwell within
The thirst for jurisdiction
for love and affection
They all seem to not possibly exist

The reasons attached in strings
that I tied my heart onto
Now a broken stationaire
with a bleeding soul in ropes
I watched the sun to fall.
Was it reality at fault?
Or my irregular recalls
of events that might be false

I just
I don't know anymore.

The dream I dreamed tonight
Was me with a cabin light
A cliff by the seaside,
I watched the falling stars
The sky turned purple
and I heard the singing grass
You flew to my side
and together we laughed
on how silly is the night owl,
to be drinking tea at night
I had a pet white tiger
and a carriage made of clouds
And a set of picnic materials,
I had you by myside
Was it a paradise?

The joy I felt was everlasting,
I did not wish to say goodbye
We listened to invented melodies
and slept to  mythical charms
of how happiness will  always stay,  
how undefeated we will be
I heard you plead,  "Don't leave me",  
I responded with a smile
There, I promised to fight,
for you I will thrive
I am brave in a dream,
I am strong in a dream
Was it paradise?

I dreamed a dream tonight
And never will I wake up
I dreamed of you tonight
I missed your little laughs

Goodbye to you my love.

Hold me in your paw,
show me warmth and grow
Be the fluffy little bear hug
to play and make me glow
In gentle arms I will carry you,
feed you food and love
With short tail and long ones,
ginger and not

Make friends with me, pal

I have bigger hands and
you have sharp fangs
We will play catch as I laugh
in your silly feline acts
My little fury companion,
a mystery to some
Let us walk the path of short life
and let us be one
To the direction of tomorrow,
I hope to see you run

Make friends with me, pal
Calm me down and give me love
Make friends with me, pal
See you in another life.

If I were a better person,
I'd tell you that I've liked you
The way you consume food
not caring what others would think so
Your smile that all along
has been my medicine
I liked the way you scold me
and call me stupid things
I was happy with the very idea
that you became a friend.

But I am me,
not the person I'm expected to be
The complications gave in,
all the best I've had within
I was a candle with no candlewick,
nowhere to lit a fire in
I cannot tell you that I have liked you,
in the next life, I promise to.