far across the scintillating galaxies,
a dying star fulminated, blasting celestial fantasies.
then, a pulchritudinous nebula was born
and woven constellations she wore.

the moon hung like a chandelier in her eyes,
studded with jewels like diamond stars.
splendor interstellar dust swathed around her ivory skin,
virtue and intelligence she always has from within.

her mellifluous voice sends you to a place full of gentle breeze,
where azure firmament embraced few puffies
made of cellulose fiber and soft creamy cheese.
and with a touch of her fingertips, you’ll see cerulean seas.


she’s someone that you’ll always remember
for she makes learning as her adventure.
and her euphonious words
that shakes your mind and your world.

she’s the universe’s child.

I hope she has a good life.
I hope she has friends that she can lean on.
I hope she never overthinks at night.
I hope she never encounters depression and anxiety.
I hope everyone loves and cares for her.
I hope everyone accepts her flaws.
I hope everyone understands and respects her.
I hope she can find a man whose willing to sacrifice for her.
I hope she can do whatever she wants.
I hope she never shed a tear without knowing why.
I hope she has confidence.
I hope she can decide on her own.
I hope that every moment in her life is a worth to remember.
I hope she's not drown by sadness.
I hope she's happy unlike me.

eyes alike
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which

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i have always been enough, now i understand.
far away from you, this is where i stand.
you being my solace was a mistake.
pills of euphoria i must take.

like a hurricane
you came to me
and made a mess
then left my heart
in shattered pieces

all i ever wanted was assurance
but you gave me a book full of paradoxes.
you are the last note that completes my piece,
however, you refused to be.
such inconcinnity,
i guess i'll never be the melody
of your harmony.

and now i sit on this piano bench all alone,
trying to make a song about
how you left me on my own.
reminiscing the words you ought to do
until our last breaths,
i realized that your compositions
should be burn to death.

she's a poet —  
whose soul is a mystery  
and is full of loneliness.

she's a poet —
whose mind is overflowing with ethereal beauty of words
and mellifluous screams of agony .                                        

she's a poet —  
who uses tears as her ink
and scarred skin as her crumpled paper.

she's a poet —    
who weaves majestic metaphors
and sails through her ocean of thoughts.

she's a poet —  
who sits at a dark corner of the room  
and cried into poetry by her tears that are made of ink.

'twas August when i cried alone
always been on my own
but i wish someone was there
while i was in despair.

i wish someone held my hand
and whispered that i will be able to stand
after this dreadful dream
and just let my emotions scream.

canvas and brushes on the floor,
trying to paint the promises you swore
but i can't seem to find the perfect colors.
trying to blend everything for hours.

different shades on a ***** palette.
different hues on a warm jacket.
nothing seems to fit right
but i still tried covering it with white.

hoping it will be beautiful again,
i sighed and drink my champagne.
i'm still hoping though the result's quite obvious.
stared at other's pieces and now i'm envious.

the life i've been trying to live
was all a lie, i believe
i gave all i could give
but in the end, i'm the one who grieved.

take my heart and break it
make me love and cry
make me think like it
only to expect and nothing betides

happenstance is luck
but luck is foreign to me
the only thing i wished to be
is for you to be with me

reasons aren't present
so why should i think so?
it's my mind that takes me
to places i shouldn't go

expectations hurt
but it always has a way
hope is different
when there's no reason to
think that way

intoxicated by you
fading into blue
i just want a person i fear to lose
because your love is the one
thing i wish i knew

my hearty intentions
hurt so bad
i could be so knuckleheaded
to think we'd have a chance

the story i wished to play
wasn't written in the stars
so i'll say goodbye, to your love...
and deal with a broken heart

i'll dive into the ocean of words
and weave metaphors
just to get
                     y
                         o  
                             u

hey, i dreamt of you last night
and it felt so real.
you're like a star
that shines so bright in a vast sky
and the only thing i wished to be
is for you to be with me.
i may not be a great poet like Shakespeare —
but please do take care of my heart.

you promised that you'll be happy again
but why are you still in the dark?
why are you being chained by anxiety?
does your past still haunts?
when will it be gone?

one minute, you said you're fine
then the next minute, you're cryin'
you said you can't understand yourself
is that true?
then, did you fake your smiles?
your laughs?
i bet your wishes are all the same.

you just wish to be happy.
you wish to be free from sadness.
you wish for something that is possiible to happen.
there's nothing wrong in trying to be happy.

but, what did you do?
what did you do to your wrist?
why are the bleeding?
what's under those bandaids on your skin?
what's that you're trying to hide?

you promised me
but why are you letting those dark demons fill you again?
why can't you be strong?
why can't you fight them?
why are tou letting them in?

you're life is nothing like a fairytale.
you're not a 'damsel in distress',
there is no prince that will save you.

wake up, honey
and face reality.
don't break your promise.
love yourself.
and most iimportantly,
b   e     h   a   p   p   y.

hands touching
hearts burning
slow dancing

he held her
close to him
and kissed her

eyes staring
tears pooling
"farewell, love."

but if you'll look deeper,
                  she's a broken soul
that needs to be save.

help, my wings are tied
and i can't fly.
help, i want to soar high,
just like the birds in the sky
but my wings are tied
and i can't fly.