We're all broken pieces...walking puzzles...
Looking for the right fix
Looking for the right fit

Currently we judge,
Looking at angles to win
Just to please your own mind.

We throw insults and we fight,
We ignite fuel to our fingers
Tapping away like it's a race for popularity.

The world spins and spins,
Yet nothing really changes
Because we just keep spinning.

But it's as if we have weaved
Ourselves into a ditch of
Despairing linear paths.

As we watch, we listen, we observe
And try to become something else,
Something we're not supposed to be.

Just to let everyone know
That you watch the same things,
That you do the same things.

But then after it all we realise
As we grow older and as we mature,
We merely did nothing for ourselves.

We just followed the same road,
We followed the same destiny
And we lose ourselves in our journey.

At the end of it all we start to notice
We have taken the wrong path,
And the other roads are too far away.

So we turn into the side-roads,
Which lead to nothing but plagued floors
Broken doors and empty souls.

Mobiles have taken love out of ***,
Generations have missed out
How it feels to actually be connected.

You make love and your phone rings,
People stop to answer like your moments
Aren't precious enough with loved ones.

We eat meals at restaurants
With our families and friends,
All I see is arched necks and fiery fingers.

I wish I was in a time when we spoke
To one another about our days,
Not about a video that has gone viral.

I wish that as I grow and my children
Will walk amongst the earth I have,
It won't **** them into inevitable fates.

I don't want them to be another
White sheep hopping the same fence,
Like the rest of this miserable world.

Systems have taken individualism
Out of individuals and get labelled weird,
They give us titles like "OCD, ADHD".

I'm not either, and I don't actually have
A label to my name, yet I feel I should
I feel why shouldn't I?

After all I like to think different,
I like to think one day we will see
The clear glass in front of us.

But most of all, I truly hope one day,
We can become a better world
Instead of repetition in characters.

When I was younger I was told that things
change quickly; things change drastically
and so I should live in the moment and
enjoy today to the fullest.

I was told that the sunshine quickly turns
into a hurricane, and that hurricane quickly
turns into a rainbow, and everything changes
without a warning or rest.

Past few days I've realized how true that is,
and how sorry I am, but also how thankful
I am, for every second spent, every memory,
every beautiful moment.

Things change, but the love never goes away.

Like the current
in the ocean,
soft spoken words
crash against
the bone tough
cliff.

Like a buried treasure
one turn from being released,
you're on the verge
of opening me.

I don't know why
I let myself get this way
in such futile games
I partake in
and love to play.

If I had
longer hair,
would you ask for
my number?

If I was
a little prettier
would you be
kinder?

If I was
a little thinner,
would you
stay the night?


Be careful.


Once that treasure
opens up,
the gold will float
to the top.

Shinning
and gleaming
from the rays beaming
out of your
godly halo,




from the depths
of my sunken
heart.