You treat her like some problem that you needed to solve when all she needed was for you to accept her.

Some riddles don't need solving.

When one can no longer seek for justice, when one has already dried up his tears and lost his voice shouting for help, when one can no longer complete a sentence or throw punches because of fear: **BE THEIR VOICE.

This war is not a cleanse,
Red is not the color of water*

He promised a bloodbath, he delivers
Blood in his hands, he waves
His men with guns, in rage
All those against him: a huge price they paid

and if you still think this is normal,
if you still think this is for the common good,
you
are part of the war
you are the weapon
you are the gun

the gun that killed innocent lives and called it "collateral damage", the gun that pushed cops to **** lives to meet their quota, the gun that went from one hand to another to another and was finally kept hidden by the man on the chair

"How well would you sleep tonight?"
"Brother, why do you have blood on your hands?"

paper and ink
that's all it takes
for someone
to be immortalized

You
and
I
are
Antonyms

Funny
I guess this heart
is a parking lot

Sometimes full,
often empty

Know what keeps you warm
and let it burn you

You're the handwritten love letter I will always treasure, but will never open again.

That face
Your face
I know
I'll be looking
for it everywhere I go
even if my mind forgets
I know my heart won't

She was shattered. But then again, a shattered glass still shows you more reflections than a regular one. Maybe being broken isn't bad after all.

She who breathes poetry,
make me fly.

You are my ghost, you've been with me as long as I can remember. But unlike any other monsters, I'm afraid that one day I'd no longer see you.

The moment when you start acknowledging that you are lost is the same moment when you find your way home.

Like in a never ending cliff
I keep on falling
falling
falling
falling
for you

And like the falls
that would catch me
from a long jump,
You were too deep

Too deep that I'm sure it would catch me, **too deep that I'm surely gonna drown

And like those Japanese broken pots repaired with lacquer of gold and silver, you make me feel special

Thank you for finding beauty in my wreckage. Thank you for fixing me.

I am the moon that always keeps a part of herself hidden, but I am always the full moon for you.

Broken souls and heavy hearts
Shout "help!" but don't weep
We have to hear them, heal them

I am all the things that rot and you are all the things that live. I am all that has been destroyed and you are all that has been built. You are all things that bring colors and I am the void. You are all the things that shine and I am the black hole. *You are my everything and I am your nothing.

I wanted to shield you from every heartache this world would make you feel
Yet once I let you shatter after my eyes; to this day you can't be healed

I bet your favorite toy is now somewhere hidden, sitting by itself with none of its arms attached to its body. I bet if it's a toy car, its wheels are now nowhere to be found, or if it remains intact I bet wax from crayons has replaced its original paint. Yet, I bet your favorite toy remains special nonetheless. *Because that's what we do to the things we love - we destroy them, and still call that love.

internet and polaroids
life's good in pictures
curated priceless moments

and even after all these years when everything changes, i will still be here for you

so today we ought to write for the things that are undervalued and i immediately thought of you.

you, with whom greatness lies but never soars because you don't believe in such. you, where the yin and the yang meet and calmly settle. you, whom the angels brought to mankind as a blessing. you, the love of my life who cannot love thy self.

you, yes you,
you're important

All his life he spent it on the insides of a 30 meter bricked wall, while she spent all hers trying to avoid people. Both were considered strange, both were considered freaks. Both longed for each other's lives and dreamt of each other's nightmares but neither of them knew that yet.

Til one day, their paths crossed. She was able to climb the wall as she runs away from the people around her, and he was so desperate to live freely he was finally able to finish the ladder he spent so much work on.

The edge of the wall was the first place they have both stepped on.

It was love at first glance - *He saw how beautiful the world was, and she felt at home in isolation.

Emeralds and rubies are impure crystals, diamond is just graphite made under pressure; you are an empty soul with a broken heart

All these may be regarded as treasures
*but you are still my favorite gemstone

You waited for the season
when all the flowers bloom
All for hoping that what was dead be revived; that what was lost be found

Yet to no avail
Spring came and pretty sure spring would go; but no matter how much you watered and no matter how much you cared, all you hoped and prayed for would remain dead

April 1
the day we celebrate people like myself
who has been a fool for 365 days
trying to win people like you

The last petal fell
The magic did fade away
But the beast remained the beast
And everyone remained still

The clock struck midnight
The glass shoe broke
She, the mysterious girl,
was never found again

And our story starts
It's past midnight
The magic faded a long time ago
But unlike those mushy fairy tales
We didn't have a curse to break
*So we broke our hearts instead

The tighter I grasp
the more I lose you
the more I try to close the gap
the farther away we grew

I came home,
you were gone.

6,921 miles
separated by territories
but my soul sees no walls
my mind sees boundaries
my heart knows no seas