One of the sweetest Greek gods out there;
a soul so kind and rare.
What he lacks in physical beauty,
he more than made up with talents and loyalty.
Zeus and Hera threw him down the mountain
but he's fated to be an Olympian.

Let me tell you a thing or two
about his determination and skills too.
Faithful and love you, he will.
He may not say it but he'll show it with his blacksmith skill.
Working hard day and night;
to make you a gift like Apollo's Sun, that bright.
Made out of stars, so massive you like.
He handpicks the best ones for luck.
Forged in the fire with the greatest details,
hammered with perfection, just like in the old tales.

Why must they turn away for he is ugly
when he made you weapons that made mortals flee?
O' Aphrodite, don't you run with Ares tonight.
Remember how your husband's gift locked you tight.
Hephaestus is kind and forgiving
but with his gifted hands, looks can be deceiving.

-m.b

I used to believe in
11:11 wishes before.
When the clock strikes eleven
I'd wait for eleven minutes more.
Patiently anticipating
Until it turns into vertical sticks of four.
So I can quickly rattle in my mind
What I want before
Wasting my precious sixty seconds.
Repeating it like a favourite chore.
How disappointing
It was when I couldn't wish more
Before the magical time ends.
So when I grew older,
I stopped wishing
Because you appeared.
Isn't it amazing that you're everything I wanted, and more?
How we'd spend every day talking
And I'd get to know you more.
But as time passes, we don't
Converse anymore.
So now I'm waiting
For eight times one hour
To wish you all the best in
Your future endeavour
Or I'd start talking about you in
My 11:11 wish. Go back to how it was before.

-m.b

I see you like the first
sunshine after the rain;
you give me hope, it bursts
in my parched brain.

I see you like the
purply-pink sunset
after an eventful day;
beautiful lullabies I bring to bed.

I see you like the
rainbow appearing after
the storm. You'll tell
me to stay strong in a banter.

This is for you.
Thank you for showing
that it gets better. Thank you.
You're my favourite human being.

-m.b

If you love someone,
don't hesitate to tell them.
It could be anyone;
your mother, father, friend.
You could be the only one
to remind them
that they're important.

People wear masks, usually.
You don't know what they're feeling.
They may seem friendly
but God knows what they're going
through. They might be really unhappy.
They're probably waiting
for someone to recognise their worth.

Indeed, time is precious;
it slips by like sand through your fingers.
Maybe the warm body next to you today
could be ice cold in a casket tomorrow.
So if you care about someone,
please, please tell them.
An act of kindness could help so much.

-m.b

A soft and sleepy "I love you too"
floated from the room before I turned
and left.
Left the bed.
Left your body.
Left a part of my soul.
Without certainties
that we'll be
in each other's arms
again.

-m.b

Dear fighter,
it'll get better
it'll get better
it'll get better.

Hold on just a little bit longer,
the storm won't last forever.
Remember that you're stronger
and your worries will get smaller.

-m.b

We broke up but I'm the one who's broken. You're doing just fine.
The sad thing is, you probably won't be that affected.
You'll say you're sorry, you love me, you'll miss me but
we both know I'm the one who'll get scars and bruises.
I've always been the one who gets hurt the most.

Like they say, when a heart breaks, it don't breakeven.

-m.b

This boy wears his heart on his sleeve;
Everyone could see what's inside.
He would look at you when you leave
but wouldn't say "Hi" like it's a law to abide.

This boy may seem confident
but he gets nervous easily.
His way of coping it is to dance
and speak so timidly.

This boy wears a mask;
I wonder what goes through his mind.
Not that I would ask.
He's readable but I don't want to know more.

-m.b

It left a bad taste in my mouth.
The sweet memory became sour and bitter.
How could the people that matter
make you feel bad?

-m.b

"You're too young to be cynical," mum said.
"I grew up," I said.
"What happened to my happy baby?" she asked.
"She's gone," I replied.
"She's already gone," she echoed.
We left it at that.

-m.b

Things tend to change after midnight. Feelings are all over the place; fear, joy and especially sadness. It scares me that the magic of after 12am might make you reckless. You tend to feel invincible and say or do anything you want to. Secrets and wishes released without a care because it's dark and most people are asleep. Somehow it feels safe to say anything because by morning as the Sun rises, it's like every little magic has vanished and you can start over. Forget the recklessness of last night.

-m.b

With his short but wavy hair
His face breaking into a happy grin
As he settled himself on a chair,
His tall, lanky body leaning
To one side and held
His girl's hand beside him

Big, brown eyes behind his Ray Ban specs
Thick, dark eyebrows wriggling
As he cracked endless jokes.
His long, skinny legs crossing and folding.

Deep, throaty laugh resonates the room
When she tickled his ribs.
He's the dark night and she is his moon
I watched them without a single peep.

He's the kind of guy
That I've always wanted
But would never look my way.

-m.b

Take a moment to think back on all the things that you've accomplished. Like smiling at a stranger even though you are scared of people. Of not stumbling over words when someone asks you a question. When people say you've made their day. Or even small self satisfactory moments in your life. Think of that. Know that your life isn't "empty" or "hopeless". Be proud of yourself, of every little thing that you've done. You're here for a reason and you are important.

-m.b

Have you ever heard the first few seconds of a song, no matter if you're listening to it for the first time or absentmindedly several times before but it would always make you feel good? It starts with this warm sensation in your heart then it spreads throughout your body, causing you to smile to yourself. Even though you don't know the title or the artist singing the song but you feel happy listening to it, as if you've heard it many times and it brings many happy memories. You just want to listen to that song for the rest of your life and you can't get tired of it. You'll always experience the same feelings of euphoria whenever it plays. That's how I want to feel with someone. To always feel happy and warm, never getting tired of them. I may not know every single thing about him but I'll always feel the same when I see or be with him.

-m.b

Rocky*. Everything is rocky.
Waves are crashing below,
The birds, they want to help me.
Oh, my spirits are low.

The ground is slippery;
I'm trying to stand on my own.
Will you be my Calla lily?
In all of your magnificence and
beauty.

I could have chosen a better path
but my heart calls your name.
As thunder shook, I laughed
because you and I, we're insane.

-m.b

We were in a car. We took turns driving. When it was my turn, I crashed. I meant to do it but I didn't expect the outcome would be so bad. I had my seatbelt on. I thought I would be a little bit shaken and I would move on but I experienced the whole thing: the cuts, bruises, fractured ribs, whiplash, nausea. But you look fine as far as I could see. You've always been fine. However the car and I are a wreck.

-m.b

I have never experienced snow but it might as well be winter right now. Usually when the bad days come, I like to think of it as the raining season. Self loathe, doubt, worthlessness and sadness raining on me. Pouring heavily on every inch of my body. It floods my mind and I swim in the ocean of sadness. But this time it isn't just me. There's you, Ice Prince. How could I have thought you were cool? I should've known you were too beautiful, it can't be real. I should've known the iciness in your pitch black heart. I wasn't entirely wrong, though. You did have mercy. As I was floating in the waters to see you, I thought you could help me. You looked into my soul and placed a hand into the water. I expected warm hands but shocking jolts of ice sparked through. Surprised, it was too late for me to realize that you caused my ocean to freeze over. I am all but frozen in place as I watch you walk away. The ghost of you lingers still. You are frozen with your hand still in the water. We locked eyes and I am forced to look at you in all your iced glory. Afraid to move because you might break and I'll have nothing left to look at.

-m.b

He was so beautiful, I was so afraid to touch him. In fear that the illusion might break and I would have nothing left to look forward to. Like Aslan from Narnia, he was majestic and all things brilliant. And I, a curious Lucy went up to confront him in all his glory. "He is real," I keep telling myself. "He isn't like the others, they're fictional. He is real," as I got closer. It started with a hand on his cheek. He was nice about it, he urged me to go on, I did. With no fear of rejection, I took my time exploring. It was exhilarating. I was sure he would take care of my heart. That he would prove himself to be real, that I could bring him to show him off, to tell everyone that it is proof. He is real and he is mine to keep. After I was done, he lowered himself to look me in the eye. He slowly reassured me that I am right. He is real but he's not that amazing. I was sad, but he is right.

-m.b

She said his name. Just one name. But her voice cracked and I don't think I've ever heard so much sadness in two syllables. How could just one word mean so much to a person? How could just one word be a name but it makes someone grieve so deeply? She looked so broken. Like her world just collapsed and there is no one to fix the disaster that is her.

-m.b

I have tried what I can to
fully love myself regardless
of how many boys who
I wanted to impress.

Truly, my love will come
but I've encountered
so many rejections. Am
I too much of a bother?

For once, I want someone
to look at me with adoration
in their eyes. Someone
who thinks my flaws are perfection.

I know I am worth so
much more. But it's hard
to believe in soul
mates when no one wants my heart.

-m.b

The gnawing pain in your abdomen,
the quick beating of your heart,
worrying thoughts in your brain;
taunting you from the start.

Breaking out in cold sweat,
with the tightness in your chest.
No patience for chit chat
when you're at your worst.

Your cheeks feel like it's burning,
your throat constricts.
Feel that? Your stomach churning
as you start to feel really sick.

Your muscles, they've grown stiff
as you're paralyzed.
You want to, but you can't leave.
They say "It's okay," as they feed you more lies.

-m.b

I adore reading
because its stories
captivates me and
helps me escape reality.

I eat a lot
when I'm troubled.
So my worries
won't eat me alive.

I love singing.
I tend to make
my own songs because
life is dull and droning.

I like to write.
I have more
to tell in fiction
than what goes on daily.

I dislike talking.
The chattering voices in my head
makes up more than what comes out of my mouth.

I prefer to sleep.
I'm more awake
with my eyes closed
and my dreams are more realistic.

-m.b

That person where you think of when people mention "The One". That person where your heart skips a beat when you see or hear their name. That person where you smile when they start a conversation. That person where you want to wrap your arms around them. That person where you post something online, wishing they would see it. That person where you write every **** thing about. That person where you want to impress so badly. That person where you lie awake, conjuring up different scenarios in your head. That person where you stay up, writing a story or song about. That person you want to share your life with. That person who is the sole inspiration of everything you do. That person. I want them so badly.

-m.b

You don't need to be in a relationship to be happy
You don't need to lose weight to feel beautiful
You don't need a man to love yourself
You don't need a thousand followers to boost your confidence
You don't need 200 friends to stop yourself from feeling lonely
You don't need to listen to a certain genre of music to appear cool
You don't need other people's opinions to stop yourself from doing things you love
You don't need anyone to save you
You are your own hero
You can get through anything
You are amazing.

-m.b

Looking at my friends; I could imagine them growing old, getting married and having kids. But somehow I couldn't picture you being that way. You're like my favorite fictional character; never growing old. Even if you do, I couldn't stand the thought of seeing you marry someone else, be someone's husband and dad. It hurts a lot to think that you're not mine. You're all I ever wanted, now could you please look in my direction and get into your head that I'm the one you need? That I'm the one who will love you with every cell and molecule of my being?

-m.b

You said you were glad to be a part of my life
but did you really?

You said you didn't care about my weight
but did you really?

You said you loved my voice
but did you really?

You said you wanted to hear it everyday
but did you really?

You said you wanted to meet me
but did you really?

You said you were concerned about me
but did you really?

You said you loved me too
but did you really?

-m.b

It hurts; looking at your pictures. It hurts; reading our old conversations. It hurts; looking at or hearing your name. I don't know why it hurts but it does. To be honest, I don't even know you but I do. It's weird. I can guess how you feel by the way you talk but I know that if we were to meet, I would see a complete stranger. All I'm saying is I'm tired of longing, of wanting, of swaying between staying and letting go and of hurting. So much pain and sadness. I want it to end but my feelings for you lingers still. I can't chop it off completely. Not when it's nestled deep inside me for a long time.

-m.b

You don't know
the amount of time
I use to stare at my reflection
in the mirror.
Pinching my lump of fat,
pulling my face in a grimace.
I don't want a round face,
plump fingers, fat neck,
big waist, thick back
and a pair of massive thighs.

You don't know
the effort I put in
to keep myself from growing,
to maintain my body weight,
to fix the food on my plate
as if I ate, though I'm lying.
Nor do you know the trips
I take to the bathroom
to retch out what I consumed.
Please, I'm fat enough.

You don't know
the sudden panic attacks
I get when I'm outside.
Sweaty hands, shortness of breath,
dry mouth, numb feet.
Overwhelming worry, self-consciousness
about everyday social situations.
God, it is not cute.
Such unrealistic worry
But you can't even see it.

You don't know
the raging feeling of pessimism
that churns inside me.
Consumed by guilt, worthlessness.
The sad, empty feeling
as I'm soaked by the hurricane
of self-loathing.
It's hard to concentrate
and I'm always so tired.
I can't do anything right.

You don't know
the number of times
I've fiddled with my knife,
dagger, scissors.
They're my friends,
accompanying me in my times
of dragging loneliness.
The sharp intake of breath
as it dances across my wrists.
Let it create numerous lines,
zig-zagging across my skin.
I like the stinging pain;
It's better than what goes through my mind.

-m.b

I'm so sleepy, I'm so sleepy;
Tuck me in and sing me a lullaby.
Hold me in your arms
and rock me back and forth.
I need you to blow on my head
as we huddle together on this bed.
"Look at the stars and moon,"
you said as the moonlight streamed into my room.
"We'll escape at least for tonight,
before they bring us tomorrow's fright."
I whimpered at the thought
and snuggled closer to you.
You're my favorite planet
and you're all I need.
So come closer and comfort me.
I need a night's worth of luxury
before I wake up at dawn
with a heavy realization that you're long gone.

-m.b

You're like a broken mirror. I tried to help you but I'm a fool. This isn't my job. I tried to pick up the broken pieces but they were too sharp. I put on a brave face anyway. Hiding the grimace with a forced smile, as if it doesn't bother me. As if I couldn't feel the pointy shard slicing through my skin. You and I, we're a mess. But I'm messier. I'm a broken mirror too. I thought I could fix you. I thought that one of my broken parts could fix yours. So I tried again and again, to place my chips in your hollow sections. Only to have it fall through. I'm bleeding from all the cuts you gave me. I'm bleeding from all the work I'm doing. I tried to be a part of you and I'm scarred in so many places. Honey, you don't know how much I love you. I would've smashed even more of myself to look for that solid piece to complete you. But the sad thing is, we're not compatible. And we never will be.

-m.b

You're like the sky; and I a fellow flower. I look up to you. Day and night, I watch as the Sun shines on all of us and stars twinkling until dawn comes and sweeps it away. I admire you from afar, among millions of other living things who tries to get your attention. I am lost in the fields and doubts that you'll ever notice my petals that I've groomed myself. As well as my silky leaves and tiny thorns. But let me tell you this; I've followed you for some time and I love you. You're incredible and always so breathtakingly beautiful. I wish you'd notice me some time soon.

-m.b

I was too sad, with everything that had an ingredient of sorrow thrown at me.
I was too vulnerable, when you swept in and uttered sweet words.
I was too naive, and believed all your make believe stories that I've dreamed of and you said them all.
I was too clingy, the next day when you left with no news of what happened last night.
I was too shell-shocked, when you told me you don't feel the same way and I'd better move on.
I was too lovesick, to let you go so I gave you a song of mine, which I've never done before.
I was too touched, when my friend gave me words of reassurance that was so beautiful, I cried like a fool.
I was too mad, when you wanted me back after reading the lyrics and apologized then begged me to stay.
I was too confused, when you tried to win me back and said all those nice things.
I was too stupid*, *to actually get involved with such a sweet talker that wrecked me emotionally.

-m.b

I am quiet, with deafening thoughts in my head;
Slowly succumbing to insanity.
I am hurt, with all the slashes of lies that I thought were reassuring words. I had foolishly stood in front of it, with open arms.
I am angry, with people who fed me with false hopes when I was so vulnerable.
I am cynical, with the previous events that all led to disappointments. Landing on top of each other like stacks of paper.
I am lonely, with all the time I've spent alone. My visitors are much too busy.
I am sad, with happy news that breathes around me but would never approach me.
I am unworthy, with all my flaws to stay on people's minds. I am merely a speck of dust.
I am tired, with sorrow perched on my shoulder, bringing me down with its weight.
I am empty, with guilt consuming me whole, chipping away my everything.
I am hopeless*, *with everything dashing through, I never shook myself from all the negativity that dragged me, to pull myself up to join the world.
I was too busy wallowing in self pity.

-m.b

I wish I could stroke your hair and make it alright;
Tell you a joke and then we'll laugh.
I'd do just about anything to see you smile;
Even if it's just for a while.
It hurts to see you in so much pain;
Feels like I'm to blame.
Even though it has nothing to do with me;
My heart still bleeds.
Wish I could take your sadness away;
Good God, you're in so much despair.
All I want is for you to be happy;
Even if I'm left alone, broken/

-m.b

It was great. The feeling of falling in love. The stories, secrets, goals we shared. The way we held hands while going on dates. It made us feel invincible, like it was just the two of us. I relished every moment we shared.

Then came the break up. I still couldn't get over it. I cry myself to sleep every **** night, asking the same things: How did it went wrong? Where did we started doing things differently? What did I do wrong, that made us broke off? What would happen if I were to turn back time, so we could start all over?

I'm a mess. I couldn't stop crying, bawling and thrashing around on my bed at night, clutching the soft toy you gave me to my chest and the next, throwing it against the wall. It hurts. Every time I try to take the first step to move on, it hurts. Like lava seeping from my feet and slowly to my whole body until I'm unable to breathe. The pain is there. And it burns like hell.

-m.b

She was quiet. I never knew she had so much on her shoulders. All the hurt and aggravation she carried around. So I was shocked when she confessed how she felt all this time. She's a quiet, ticking bomb that was waiting to explode. The things she told me scared me. I have no right to interfere and I'm scared where she kept so safely hidden from the world. It's massively terrifying.

-m.b

Funny how we met and connected. We became friends and slowly seeped into each others' hearts when we opened the book of emotions. Suddenly it was just the two of us. We found out about our hidden emotions that we kept from people around us. It's like we were meant to unfold each others' personality to see what's inside our very souls. The odd thing is, it's always just the two of us, never to let anyone else to interfere. We could never let each other see anyone else. No one is good enough for you and for me. Except each other. It's always been us. No one could take your place and none could take mine. Yet you're too stubborn to admit it out loud; that we want and need each other. When will we ever give in?

-m.b

I had a bittersweet dream.
An illusion of thee;
with flawless complexion.
An undying need of closeness;
in thy arms of heaven.
To be lost in thine arms of another realm;
forever gone in blissful infinity.
Be that as may,
I cried in despair
so long as there are contact,
thou disappeared
like sand slipping through my fingers.
I awoke, wailing;
as though I've lost a part of me.
True, that might be.

-m.b

I love music, art and reading books. But most of all, I love writing. Why? With these things, you could change the world.

With music, you could appreciate the symphony and it would take you to another world. The music could wrap your soul in the music notes, making you feel something. Or you could pour your feelings into them. Or even find your emotions in the music.

With art, you could make things different. It is all about perspective. Looking at things from a different angle and letting the colors, shapes, textures define how you see the world. A portrait could be changed into abstract and it baffles you; you could sit and stare, thinking about it.

With reading and writing, it shows you the deep stuff. The hidden messages that couldn't be interpreted physically. The silent emotions that you never thought could be present.

All in all, these things could change you. To hear what is in one's heart, to see things in a different perspective, to taste the victory or dejection, to feel the emotions and to smell what their souls are really like.

It is what binds us together, to feel each other and not carelessly hurt each other. Composers, artists and writers are the saviors of our universe.

-m.b

At the mere thought of you, I go hungry as I crave for your undividable attention. I long to bask in the warmth of your presence. That tingly feeling of giddiness and lust mixed together as we make physical contact and when our fingers lace together, intertwine. All the joy in the world wash over me in a serene yet so powerful waves, pounding over and over, until I feel exhilarated. Your flaws are perfect to my eyes and I've never loved anyone like this, except for you.

-m.b

Everything about you captivates me;
All your flaws are amazing.
Your button nose is ridiculously cute
You'd deny till we end up in a dispute.
The beaded sweat on your forehead
glisten like stars among the sunset.
Your intelligent eyes are sparkling
like my favorite constellation.
Your throaty laugh is incredible
like a music note that is intangible.
The way you walk is mesmerizing
and so very enchanting.
Your beautiful hands
are sculptured by the heavens,
Your brain is so wonderful
it should be exposed to the world.
Alas, the most important thing
is your smile, which could cure anything.

-m.b

Her once jovial soul
is now so cold.
She used to have a booming voice
and laughed till tears gathered in her eyes.
But look at her now
looking around with a slight frown.
She used to be so lively
but now so moody.
Her once vivacious spirit
now she's tight-lipped.
Whatever made her changed so?
I wish I know.

-m.b

I felt a darkness in him
Such monstrosity within
Just waiting to ****
Yet I fell for him
My sanity wearing thin,
Falling in love against my will.

-m.b

The light fell on you in a perfect way;
there isn't a day
where my love for you goes astray.
All our arguments, I kept at bay
so you wouldn't be the one that got away.

-m.b

Enthralled by the mesmerizing pair of pale blue eyes that belong to you. Your beautiful, long fingers that I love and obsess over a little too much. Your peals of laughter strums my heart and I love every single detail of your appearance.

-m.b