As the sun still rise from the east
Sets in the palm trees of the west

As the waves still crashes
back and⚊
A cold breeze and pure white sand

As the bright rainbow still appear
After a rain with a sky so clear

As the storm always end
And a help is always send

As the north never experience summer
And deserted land will never face winter

As rooster still crows in the morning
While they are muted during evening

As long as the Earth maintains gravity
While there's a newborn star in the galaxy

As long as the battle always ceased
And inosent civilians were released

As long as broken always mend
While a hands is there to lend

As long as an orphan keeps a smile
Never loses hope, prays after awhile

As long as the ink never runs out
And my hands are able to write out

As long as my mind speak loud
While phrases are coming out

As long as you are staying right there
I will always be your poetess here

I’ve known every inch of you
yet you barely know my hue

I’m that lone girl from afar
while you’re with someone you desire

When everyone’s now following you
I became stagnant bounded my glue

I have made a countless wave
yet I am nothing to be noticed

They’d say I should forget ‘bout you
but I can’t control lookin’ at your view

Hoping one day you’ll turn your back
and our eyes will suddenly interact

So here I am writing this into poetry
hoping you might read this activity

Ross⚊ a girl who talks ‘bout verse
She neither speak ***** nor curse
She help, assess, aid like a nurse
Known to be the purest of universe

Little did you know she’s a reverse
She can turn to a demon or worse
When nobody’s out to watch for her
She called daddy that was once her sire

Liberated, ****, and such name it
She possessed all, an acknowledgment
Dared to do things you could ever think
A demure to savage within a blink

A person asked me, “What keeps you living?”
I stared through his eyes as I said, “Oxygen.”
I am that one out of a million sarcastic teen
But my answer nearly seems right, am I right?

He just looked into my hazel eyes, waiting
I can read it, he wants a philosophical answer
Yet I’m only a mere, neither Socrates or Plato
Then I started reading between those lines

I have lived because of the presence of air
Because of a girl fighting her breast cancer
Because of an orphan striving for success
A blind old woman who still find happiness

The mighty soldiers who fought in the battle
Unbreakable love of a long distance couple
If I tell you all my reason of me being alive
This piece might be the world’s longest prose

Did you know?

Airport witnessed more kisses
than weddings in the churches?

An orphan smiles way bigger
than that of a winner?

Examination room filled a lot more
nervous than a man courting a girl

Hospitals flooded more tears
than cries from the cemetery

Being rejected hurts a lot more
than a deep wound from your core?

And someone secretly loves you,
you just don’t know

Hello,
To the person who suffers from heartache
Never ever harm yourself or live at stake
You are bolder dear, it’s just a piece of cake
Show them that it’s worth that ******* break

Bonjour,
To whoever pressured thyself to be belonged
Never ever do things that they’ll summoned
You don’t need to adjust yourself in common
That is neither a provision or an act of canon

Namaste,
To the person who solemnly reckons
To be recognized by his mighty idols
Day dreaming of certain fancies
Someday you’ll soon be noticed

Aloha,
To that someone who slowly loses hope
Never ever prepare a swaying rope
For God is with us; believe in this prose
There’s a lit lurking; everything has its caused