"You can only fix broken things"
You said as I stared right into your soul
My heart beating inside my chest, slowly
Hoping with a fragile hope

"You can only fix broken things"
You said while watching the sun set
My hands went numb, fingers useless
Wishing you noticed but all you did was look 

"You can only fix broken things"
But all I wanted was to hold you
To love you slowly 
In fear of losing and breaking myself too 

"You can only fix broken things"
I said when I realized I'm not good enough
Filling the space between us with empty promises
As I drifted off to sleep, I only knew one thing:
That I cannot fix broken things

The Comfortable I Used To Feel


Hello. Call me.
Why?
Are your alright?
Kept from you. Protected.
I didn't know.
Doesn't matter. What's up?
Drama. Moving. Changes.
Sounds awesome.
Why?
Nothing left here.
I miss the comfortable I used to feel.
I miss it too.
Shine wore off. I guess.
No, we were invaded.
Pills piled in a spoon.
Wish it wasn't real.
Only once a month.
Watching obituaries.
Don't freak, I'm just dramatic.
I get you. You get me. Even in silence.
Not awkward or weird.
The comfortable I used to feel

Now I know.

Trust falling on a daggers edge.
Will leave a deeper wound,
when you reach the end.

..
.
A few bad sectors failed to boot
the operating system smoothly
when doctoring the optimizing process on the disk,
sector by sector
cluster by cluster

it's running but not too well as before
several files could not run properly,
might be corrupt
or missing a few chains,
garbage data have shown

yet could not backed up the entire files successfully
even the several programs also
when running the machine abnormally
the old hard drive is sounding a little,
seeming to crush the physical memory anytime

There is only an operational way
to rescue the hard drive by the low level format
which 'll erase all the random memories
those bad clusters will be fixed permanently,
though yet a chance of fatal error  
.
..
@ Musfiq us shaleheen

I stopped writing when....

When I was no longer broken -
unlike before with a heart suffocated
suffocated with feelings left unspoken,
with little things gone complicated.

I stopped writing when...

When I was no longer burdened
with thoughts circling in my head,
and pain excruciating like no end -
snapped my spine through the things you've said.

I stopped writing when...

When I was no longer in love,
When I was no longer suffering the feeling of longing,
When I was no longer...

i think stopped loving you because I can't write about you anymore.*

You don't deserve to be the subject of my writing anymore.

If you read this I might I might not know you
I want you to smile to look up and to speck up
I want you to be you and never change
I know I might be asking for to much but you are wonderful worth it
And your in this world to be happy and to help others who are in corruption and aired to speck help people who need help.

~~
Let the boy go
underneath the open sky
Let him to find his way
it may be soft or hard, bend or straight

Let him play
with grasshoppers, butterflies who are made his springtime
where dreams rolling on the horizon
That only brushing those images

Let him know
about the books and stars, tell about the lost star
about the tragedy of his ancestor,
even tell about friends or foes

Let him realize
The history of the civilization
what is right or wrong,
how knowledge grew the pen strong!

Let him feel
The beauty and spines of roses,
The freedom of choice where the mind mates
at the estuary of sea  

Let him love
The  birds, animals, people  
And only a girl where he makes
the next dreams of life

One day he will know
His existence within the nature
Envision the existence of universe
And write a poetry about the future of mankind

So Let the boy go

~~
@Musfiq us shaleheen

I need to stop collecting kisses from paper mâché hearts
I need to stop my constant fleeing before it even starts
I need to pull up my socks; I need to hide my pride
I need to find your reckless arms before I die inside