Little things you don't see
They have no significance you believed
You urge more for what's not there
Don't blame the world it's unfair.

Little things you forget
Time won't move backwards for your regrets
Rushing your pace to the top
It's like leading yourself to a trap.

A dying motivation
can be saved,
with kind words
of appreciation.

Say the magic words
and instantly
he'll know he has worth.

It is inevitable to
find a lost soul,
for they are scattered
in every direction.

Be generous to appreciate,
shyness is not enough
to justify your quietness.

Notice he exists
no matter what he is,
empathy is the key
even if it's never close to reality.

Admiration into obsession,
stranger turned stalker.
A lover became a creep,
he is a tale of the awakened monster.

Your words can be sold
But time shall tear apart
Every walls and
unhide your flaws.

Let your actions speak
Your greatness,
Your weakness.

Words to explain
are no longer needed.

High expectations turned
disappointment
shall diminish.

Surprise them what you can do
Surprise them who is the real
You.

Facts are given,
but none are driven
to learn, act and keep
what's written.

List down all wisdom,
rusty from overly used.
Mimic the wise men
and still end up confused.

Anyone can easily spit truth,
but not all really understood.
For one preaches what has been decided,
a culture of the unaware closed-minded.

Observe and uncover the truth,
Behind the man in a defensive suit.

Take away your ignorance and find a clue,
Save him from yet another feud.

He is delicate but masked to stay protected,
Refrain the rumors that he is cold-hearted.

Stop him from hardening his armor,
And a change you'll find in another encounter.

We flew high together
Our love feels forever
At our ****** we're happier
And in just a snap it's over.

Genuine smile
Coming from the deepest desire
Of love flowing within
This pounding heart.

Feel the struggles of love
Behind all the sweetness
Behind all the overwhelming
Joy that makes us so alive.

I love you
Such powerful words
Such beauty, such music
When heard sincerely.

Love that shines
throughout the darkness.
Love that makes us a fool.
Love that a few times left us in despair.

Such experience to be
Treasured for a lifetime.
The feeling of love
That makes the world go round.

The feeling of love
That makes us fall hard.
The feeling of love that
Makes us unselfish and sacrifice.

Ain't it magical?
The feelings of chase,
glimpse of the shy, returned smile
And the trophy of mutual love.

Ain't it also magical?
The pain of rejection.
A mark that you have loved deeply
A trophy that makes you feel
The other side of love,
that is generous.

If they ask me to find
a four-leaf clover,
I will proudly smile
and turn to you.
For I am
considered fortunate
when I befriended
a rare miracle,
you.

I can still remember
so vividly,
from the past,
my grandest dream.

From that summer night
I've shared to you,
eyes with gleam,
my grandest dream.

I was filled with high hopes
that you'll support,
the ecstatic idea,
my grandest dream.

I can still remember
so vividly,
you called my grandest
an elusive dream.

Setting out on a journey,
on my way back home.
Figuring out the pieces left,
picking them up as I roam.

The fragments of identity,
the dreams that I wove.
Settled to find anything,
even the masks I've worn.

Desperately looking for truth,
from the past that made me hope.
Meticulously observant,
of the things that once made me whole.

Home is where I belong.
Home is what I have longed.
Home will remind me the goal,
that made me want to soar.
Home will heal the me,
that fell ******* a cold floor.

Keeping the equilibrium,
force of gravity befalls
upon human's borrowed life
when floating becomes overdone.

Counting ages
as time mercilessly pass by
whether humans live or die,
the world rotates and that
makes us irrelevant.

Fighting to live,
looking for meanings
despite humans praying
not all are redeemed.

Seeking for a star's guidance
to infinite beliefs,
humans take the risk of believing
in order to peacefully live.

Some things
Are not up to me,
That probably makes me, me.
A human being.

One does not need
to be perfect,
for there is no such thing.
The world itself
is subjected to change,
it was made to be imperfect.

I've always
wanted to
understand
you.
But,
it looks
as if you
don't want
me to.

Never underestimate a heart of gold
For it crashes down firm shield which I've invested upon from birth.
Never did I plan to let my guard down for you to witness who is who
But your pure kindness pass through painfully as it carved its existence to my soul.

My heart is weary and vulnerability displayed.
Never once did I felt so naked in front of whoever in my years of living
Embracing this change I dare to never progress but it's though as if I didn't succeed
My shield was shattered and blocking your presence, I failed.

In the midst of losing myself
I seek console from a friend,
despite it seldom happens
I'm assured she's there till end.

Opening the gates of sorrow,
to her, I have surrendered.
I'm tired, I told her.
Swiftly, a wisdom she offered.

Sometimes, it's okay
not to swim against the tide.
Her words hit straight to my heart,
and that I cannot hide.

She was right,
I'm holding too tight on a rope.
With the current against me,
I was tired yet scared to let go.

Sometimes, it's okay to wander
your eyes away from the goal.
Letting go isn't equivalent to giving up
but rather,
a way of realization
to take things slow and not lose all.

Let me write you a letter
Of one that's full of love and appreciation
To tell you genuine sentiments and not of lies
Let my words clear your clouded mind

Lovely as you are
No need to change a thing
Your effort to smile even though you're breaking
Gratefulness I can only give

Carefully choosing your words
Staying strong for the strangers' confessions
You try to conceal your own emotions
And give sympathy for them to move on

My heart aches for the others
Ignorant of your own world
You stay silent not because of secrecy
But because you knew how far one can hold

I watch you from afar
Lucky enough to speak to you once in a while
As we know how it goes
I speak your language and you did mine

Little time together we spent
Subtly looking for someone to comprehend
Our simple joys of being heard
A little depth of insights we shared

Now we're on separate ways
I wish you only happiness
May you find people who appreciate you
And let them lighten your burdens.

It was there.
All through your life,
from sorrow to your glee,
through thick and thin.

It was there.
The you that you're looking for,
whenever you want companion,
whenever you feel alone.

It was there.
The you that console you,
admire you despite your flaws,
holding on, never letting go.

It was there.
Lying in the deepest of your soul,
waiting to awake from your blindness,
waiting to boost your confidence.

It was there,
and will always be,
just learn,
to love yourself.

My eyes glitter as you speak,
when you tell me your stories and dreams.
I can only feel you, with your eager voice,
everything around the universe shrinks.

Your world is so profound,
where you aspire what your heart only desires.
You are so precious, I'm in pain,
for your presence is pure I cannot contain.

If only I can embrace your existence
and let not anyone invade your space.
I will shield you away from heartaches,
and you will always be safe.

Memories remain
if the heart desires.
Uncaptured moment
ain't it more significant?
There is no proof it existed,
just intangible feelings and faith.

I'd rather live in my own world
than to die from your words.

I'd rather stay isolated and be happy,
than to be around people who don't know me.

Birds singing melody,
for you to awake.
Pull yourself out the tent,
and everyone shall celebrate.

Step onto the land,
move wherever you please,
your footprint shall mark
history that you exist.

Towering trees,
swaying along the wind.
They await your presence so
they can finally breathe.

The sun acknowledges you,
his rays shine brightly upon you.
Ready to surrender his reign,
for you to see the glorious moon.

When fate plays game on you,
don't feel any gloom,
for the flowers will send their scent,
you can lie with them as they bloom.

The clouds will unite
to shower you rain,
to wash away your worries
and let your happiness invigorate.

The reason why we condemn
Egos exist on our realm
People fighting contentment
Struggling to have acknowledgment

That's how it is
All are born narcissists
Nobody wants to be still
Nobody wants to disappear

Nobody
wants to be
Nobody.

She smiled all throughout the day,
but then bags of burden deep inside is hidden.
Nobody knows her mind is tangled,
Nobody knows her heart is crying.
Despite it all her world keeps moving,
she's all compassionate whoever she's with.
Kindness spread out around her,
selfless giving and endless forgiving.
Because she always believed everyone is like her,
Fighting a battle unknown to the world.
Defined by what is seen,
but no idea what's real.

She knows how it feels.

Multiple nights I stayed awake,
to finish the duties of a responsible adult.
Sacrificed the comfortable sleep,
illusions of negativity derived from deprivation.
Gambling health to make it on time,
when did this even became a norm for a working human?
Efficiency and productivity on question,
for the days they thought just passed.
What's the point of overtime?
Do they really know the load of work they have assigned?

A painting illuminated
by the moon so gracious
giving life to a distant memory
of a melancholic ingenue.

A falling angel
caught by a mortal creature,
depicted her desperation
to fix a broken picture.

For the man that defies
the line of their friendship state.
For the man that gave his all
to win her heart whatever it takes.

She will paint this subject all over again,
to express how much he means to her.
For the love she can't reciprocate in reality,
in a painting she'll transform into probability.

Both thirsty to each other's attention
yet none dared to take a step
to lessen the distance
between the hearts that feared
the unspoken words.
The silence that resonates around them
caused pain and misleading thoughts.

Engulfed by the obstacles of everyday life
Forgetting the simplest beauty
Striving under pressure of the society
Deep sigh released after a whole day of misery.

The cycle repeats
and so time ticks
Leaves fall from the trees
Care for others dusted
and flew by the wind.

It is always the "I" that matters to oneself
No man remembers what others tell
The man rather stick to his gadgets and
uplift himself just to feel well.

Slave of doubt
today you're nothing,
if you don't surmount it,
tomorrow will be the same.

I inhaled the lethal smoke from the stick between my fingers,
eyes closed as I submit myself getting lost to its effect.
Exhaling as if a long day's conflicted thoughts
would dissipate along with it.

Subconsciousness taking over,
Releasing the innate power.
Although this is happening,
I'm unsure if it's me that's talking.

I'm drunk but declares sober,
That's just me like any other.
It's the game that everyone's playing,
Being caught but still pretending.

Tonight let me release the other,
It's been hidden like forever.
Let this be a temporary remedy,
For my lingering insanity.

Tomorrow let me suffer,
Multiply the thoughts that come over.
No one can escape from reality,
Perhaps that's the real tragedy.

Look at this vibrant child,
playing under a tree.
Giving vibes of his future,
that he can bring home victory.

A smile of happiness displays,
on his face so young and free.
This is his time of innocence,
long before he flees.

This phase of life always gives me
the chills of familiarity.
Because all adults were once like him,
just a child full of dreams,
spotless of uncertainty.

Pity for the younger generation of this period,
A few that characters are pandemic for the whole.
Look at how knowledge is being spoon fed,
Overtaken by fear of failures and embarrassment,
They never dared to outbreak from the comfort bubbles.
They would prefer okay for the best,
worst is for nothing.
I don't even know how it will work,
perhaps I'll hold onto the virtue of patience,
hopeful for the betterment.
But now,
it's painful to see them,
rotting in the same place,
slowly dying from their own poison.
Shielding themselves away
from any approach.

Talk to a stranger
no judgment can be seen,
for this day is the only day
that both can meet.

It is an encounter made
either bad or great
but surely your instincts
will cooperate.

A choice to be made,
will a stranger be a friend
even for a day or will it be sustained
in an everlasting chain?

He doesn't need a friend,
he needs someone who feeds his
selfishness.

Misunderstanding an idea,
blinding himself in a misguided
happiness.

Sometimes
it scares me
how every word
comes out,
from my mouth,
without me
granting it.

What is it about life that makes her sad?
Is she looking on the wrong side?
Someone might laugh,
Calling her pessimist in life.

Is it wrong if ignorance is not her bliss?
She cares about the smallest detail made.
And despite not all understand it,
She won't end this sadness with a blade.

What is it about life that makes her sad?
If this continues till end,
She has no choice but to embrace it like a friend.
For she wants to make this insane life well spent.

Pupils dilate by the presence
of a book that caught me
Heart skipped a beat as my hands found
glory when I touched its skin
Lost in a trance when its soothing smell
visits my nostrils
Mind flew high as it speaks
countless possibilities and so
from there I knew
how I fell in love
With you.