Little did I know
that I would spend
the majority of my time
trying to write a poem
as beautiful
as you say I am.

You see,
What does it mean to 'be yourself'?
I wonder,
'Set yourself apart from the others'
'Unleash your true colours'
'Be confident! love yourself for who you are'
Is what I've heard.

You see,
What does it really mean to 'be yourself'?
I wonder,
A conformist is what I've become,
Bound by the wall of mediocrity,
And then it struck,
When? Where? Why?
What exactly happened along the way?

You see,
When I was a kid,
I dream a lot,
The things I hate,
The things I love,
Clear as a day,
Showing it, is what I did,
Free as the wind,
I am,

Again,
What happened?
Life happened,
Is that it?
Do we not change?
Can we even change?

You see,
As we grow older,
Our dream,
The things we love,
The things we hate,
Changes,
And so do we,

So,
Embrace it,
Better late than never,
To start,
Being yourself.

-nuraishahazman-

the yellow glow of the rising sun
gives me the gift of renewed hope
and gratitude for my breath and life
today

Here I lay
On my bed
My fortress of sweet solitude
Absent from reality
To insinuate myself into a dream
To make up for the comfort I am deprived of
The blank darkness equally pleasant
Just to attain this moment of positivity
All possible
When I lay here on my bed

Your voice is my light,
In this dark cold world,
So never stop speaking to me.
If it weren't for you,
I'd be blind to all this,
And so for that I truly thank thee.
You brighten my life,
You fill it with joy,
Where have you been all this time.
I'm so happy I found you,
It was a pure stroke of luck,
Thank goodness I'm still in my prime

When you don't know why

A songbird sings,
A church bell rings,
A country accepts kings,
A flower waits for springs,
A child loves the swings,
A musician plucks strings,
A rich woman is in love with her things,

I guess it all can seem to sting....