various kind of persons are there
they are gathered by faith
some are confused
some are scared
some are sad
some are happy
some are feeling blessed
that thief who felt miserable after his first bank robbery
that homeless man who lost his life spirit
that widow who missed her dead soulmate
that leader who lost his people's trust
that preacher who seeks some blessings
that bullied lonely kid who came by some people's suggestions
that man who just got his first job and finds no one to talk with
that woman who's in the middle of her roughest week
that girl who tried to get through a heartbreak
that boy who felt doubt about the point of his presence
they are being honest, telling their problems through silence
keeping themselves believing that they are being listened
that optimism seems promising, they might refilled their will to live
until an explosion happened.
a rendition of some personas in a religious place before an unhappy occurrence.
we don't know about everybody's inner intentions.
Cupid might equally shots everybody
but how many arrows are needed to affect you?
the weather feels warmer today,
it seems like
someone had attracted the sun,
have you left your legacy?
on the land with glimmering hopes
have you ever breathing normally
knowing that you can't even left your footprints on wet sands?
there are two ladies running on the field
cheering each other for many reasons
they had their roughest days
they lived once in the kingdom full of kings and queens
all of them had their own crowns
but most of them had stolen
looking for nothing
that heart was empty
but there's no room to fill
"do you know where the hope is?"
said these ladies to the dark blue ceiling
but nobody's answered them
for two last female northern white rhino who can't leave their legacy anymore, they had lost their hope.
after the dawn
when bats are awaken
cold starts crawling in
clouds passing over the moon
like water flushing the dust
only dark remained for the last
my first short poem in hellopoetry
i want to be as happy as a kid
you buy them ice cream, they are happy
you tell them stories, they are excited
you play a song, they are dancing
no weight on their action
they just did it impulsively
maturity kills these simplicity
as the time goes by
more lessons learned
more experience earned
more stories witnessed
too many turning points
and it's tiring
i never thought that life can be this uncomfortable
how can we feel it again?
this is a question the time can't answer
you had frequently checked her favorite place
like she's going to sit there as usual
you talked with that place
like you talked with a person
cause you think it's a part of her
she's your favorite ghost
the one that you've always talked to
in every night that comes as a gloom
without expecting any answer
she's your favorite ghost
the one that you've always imagined
her presence sticks in your head
her memories floats on the stream of your blood
three years has passed
it's unbelievable that you survived
you're going to where your vision guides you
it's going to be beautiful
but it won't be easy
This is a note for myself to keep myself living.
cause i never really moving on since my grandmother's death.