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repressi0n Jan 2015
When you love someone so much,
you will do anything for them.
You will forget the meaning of selfishness
and become different.
When you love someone so much,
you don't want to miss them.
When they are gone,
It will feel like hell everyday,
you're blue and  everything just isn't right.
When you love someone so much,
you are very fond of them.
You love everything about them
how their eyes sparkle at night
how their voices sound like sweet music to your ears
how their touches make you feel secure
how their thoughts matter so much
how their perspective become as important as yours.
Whatsoever flaws they have
you accept it wholeheartedly.
When you love someone so much,
nothing is difficult
Except maybe
When you love someone so much,
but they want to love someone else.
It will hurt you badly
like you are breaking into pieces.
You will be caged in a truth box.
You can run and run but you're still there.
When you love someone so much,
You will survive.
Just give a little time
Always reflect
Because remember
When you love someone so much,
you will accept the truth.
You will realize that
you love a person
because you want to love them.
You don't expect them to love you back.
And after that
it won't be difficult anymore.
You will feel free
to love them again so much
repressi0n Jan 2015
They asked me why I keep saying that I'm heartless. I told them it's a long story. But I saw the eagerness in their eyes. So I said that it all started the last time I fell in love. When I'm in love, I give my whole life. When I give my whole life, I mean literally everything. There are no walls, no boundaries, no space in between will keep me and my love apart.

I fought the most terrible wars and survived all emotional storms and droughts. I sailed all seas and climbed all mountains for the sake of love. I held on so tight to the rope connecting me and the one I cherish the most. I rode all traveling trains and skipped all stops. It was nothing but magical. Every morning was a glory and every night was a sweet dream.

I was so in love that I cared too much. I cared too much that I left my physical body on the ground while my spirit flew to the sky. I jumped from clouds to clouds following you like the moon to the sun. I couldn't keep my eyes off of you.

But I was a prisoner of love. I loved you so much I became selfless. One day, I asked myself If I really did fully figured you out. Sometimes when I look at you, you give a smile that wasn't genuine at all. You were like a strange mountain no one has ever discovered yet. Were you not comfortable to show your bare self to me that you kept putting bricks to form a wall?

I was dumb enough to think I could dig you up with my rusted shovel. I always hoped that the everyday love I offered you will give you sunrises not sunsets. But as you took them, all I could see was your hungry soul eating all positive energies. You were blue like a cloudless sky.

I felt like the wine bottle you drank from each day. I slowly became empty. I was never refilled.  And they say that saints and heroes are the only martyrs and for the first time in my life I felt like one. Strange how my only motivation was a flag with an inscription of the word love.

Do you remember that very night when you asked me to let you go? It hurt me even more. I've been spending all my time just thinking about you. I loved you too much. But was that it? Was it because I loved you too much? Was it that you couldn't handle it? You never told me the reason. I watched as you readied yourself for the coming war that would end all city fires. You shattered all glasses in my shelves once you turned your back at me. I waited for you to utter your last words but you never did. You walked away like a member of a funeral band. I was left standing with now a hopeless dream. It was too late when I noticed that you were holding a cloth in your hands. I didn't know what was inside until I watched my hands unconsciously hold onto my chest. At that moment, I fell on the cold ground and swam on my own blood. You took my heart with you. You stole it from me.

Before I closed my eyes that day, I swore to never love again. But why would I love? I am now heartless. My chest is now empty. I can never love anyone again.

People like you come and go. I never knew that your true form was a thief with a black coat. You steal hearts and leave.
1.3k · Apr 2016
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repressi0n Apr 2016
How sad it is to create a world of fantasies
that you know **** well wouldn't happen in real life
But somehow along building that dreamlike catastrophe
you see yourself slowly wandering in a world of bliss
in a world where you are the lead character
and every trees and every clouds are smiling at you
And you know **** well you'd never cry the way you do
no thoughts of quitting
unloving
hating
leaving
pain
it's all a loophole of sunrise
almost ending with a gorgeous sunset
and with you
hand in hand
is someone you badly wish
to be madly in love with you
Everyone deserves to be in a better situation. But sometimes, life is so complicated and difficult that we just settle to dreaming and creating fantasies. This piece is dedicated to a good friend.
1.3k · Jan 2016
Mirror
repressi0n Jan 2016
Let me go**

Let me go because I am not the same anymore
Let me go because we are not the same anymore

Don't ask me to fix bridges
Don't ask me to do stitches

And try not looking at the old pictures
And try not thinking of our lost scriptures

Be good to yourself
Be kind to yourself

You will be alright
You will be fine

It's a brand new day tomorrow
It's a new chance to clear the sorrow

Have patience
Have courage

Let me go
Let us go
996 · Jan 2016
Fire
repressi0n Jan 2016
The tragedy of different love.**

How many times have you forgiven somebody who hurt you just because you value your love for them more than the pain you suffered?

Once? Twice? Thrice?

How many more chances have you given?

Once? Twice? Thrice?

Wake up, kid. Stop saving someone from the fire. You have feelings too. Everytime you give chances, your insides burn. There is a fire in you too.

But that fire does not last. Maybe it die over time. But remember, everytime you give another chance, you start this fire.

So tell me, how many fires have you started?
stopthisfire2k16
836 · Oct 2016
My Friend
repressi0n Oct 2016
I want to tell you about my friend
her name rhymes softly as maiden
She used to bring the sun in the room
now all she has in herself is the moon

Not long time ago her eyes would show
a story so perfect no one would know
that there will come a time
when everything will be out of line

Now alone is a word she would not have known
if she hadn't dialed that number on the phone
Did she failed love?
Or did love failed her?

In a world full of ignorance
in a world full of missed chances
All she did was to love a boy
but is love really enough?

She tried to change herself
improve herself, trust herself
Be better and better each day
be someone new, she prays

Maybe love would come back
maybe love would find her back
Too bad she did not know
Love never really left her

Hidden between valleys of shadows
is the Love to get rid of her sorrow
A Love she deeply craves today
I just hope she gains back someday
This poem is dedicated to a person whom I know really well- A dear friend. I know you just went into a really bad phase. I want you to know that I am always here to mend the pain in your chest. Don't give up on love. Don't give up on life. I love you so much. I wish to see you happy again. :)
761 · Jan 2016
Aftermath
repressi0n Jan 2016
it is silent
after the storm
everything seems dead
dry, cracked, messed
where is life?

everywhere i look
same plain color
everything seems dead
black, white, gray
where is life?

held a pebble
from dried ground
everything seems dead
flowers, grass, insects
where is life?

there up above
same cloudless sky
everything seems dead
sun, moon, stars
where is life?

called out loud
none answered back
everything is dead
yesterday, today, tomorrow
**where is life?
The first phase of freedom is confusion.  You are not used to the situation you are now in. This is something new to you. You have no idea where to go and what to do. Everything has to be experimented. But do not worry. Try to create a plan for your future. Make sure to stick with it. Never loose self-trust and confidence. Do not be afraid of what is going to happen next. Trust me, it will be all worth it. You will soon get used to this new situation and overcome the confusion. Therefore, entering the second phase.   #FreedomSeries
639 · May 2015
Before she sleeps
repressi0n May 2015
with her soft hands waiting
for another set to keep it warm,
she bonds all by herself in peace.
she relives the fire of the candle
and her thoughts illuminated
the dark room.
why must day and night
occur simultaneously?
she wonders why the moon
keeps on following the sun.
why does the blue sea
keeps on returning back
to the yellow sands?
why must summer end
in order for
fall to follow?
why can't the feeling
last for so long?
why must she experience
happiness
short-lived happiness,
and in exchange,
experience the pain
like a burning sensation
inside her throat?
and on that night
she utters to herself,
"i guess it has to be way."

she's angry and hurt
whenever she remembers
how the typhoon came to her
and destroyed almost
everything she owns
taking away the glow
and replacing it with
sad music.
she lost so much before,
almost believing this could
just be another 'storm'
nevertheless
the intensity of the woe
was the same.

and on that same night,
she puts her hands together
and her eyes look up to the
empty ceilings
"God, I just want to be happy again."
For W
598 · Feb 2017
I miss you
repressi0n Feb 2017
I miss you everyday
although I try not to in every way
You still orchestrate my heart
even though it's been months that we're apart

I miss you everyday
and all the time, i would pray
that we'll be back together again
Maybe time will be our friend

I miss you everyday
It's just as if you're not away
like we never completely fell apart
like all that we have is a chance to start

I miss you everyday
can we just meet halfway?
Back to where we used to be
full of love, You and Me.
02192017
592 · Oct 2016
Betrayal
repressi0n Oct 2016
Hello, you
Yes, you
Go to hell
In there you're well
Here's a finger
hope this lingers
For a person like you
destroying mood, all you do
Talk behind
like a coward blind
say small talks
trashing and stalks
Have you seen the trash can?
Oh, over there you stand
Say it one more time
Your breathe smells like swine
Go to hell
In there you're well
Goodbye to you
Yes, you
In life, we are blessed with trash by God. We accept and love them before they spit upon us like a coward beast. We have the freedom to say goodbye. The best part of goodbyes is when you have to give the finger up. :)
582 · Jul 2016
15 minutes
repressi0n Jul 2016
15 minutes felt like 6 months
Do you know that?
Laying on bed, dark room
Sound of music from the radio
Rainy weather, dry throat
Huge sweater, fetal position
15 minutes felt like 6 months
Do you know that?
Don't know what to do
Don't know what to say
Don't know what to find
Looking forward to nothing
15 minutes felt like 6 months
Simple sky in my head
No sun, just clouds
Will rain, will rain
No sunshine, no sunshine
Heart beats last lifetime
No complex thoughts of tomorrow
Just teardrops of yesterday
15 minutes felt like 6 months
Do you know that?
Don't know if wasting
Don't know but enjoying
I'm suffering from colds, and I feel very sick. I wrote this on my phone while lying down in a fetal position. It is so cold outside and i am trying to warm myself. Just scrolling on random websites, looking at pictures and reading articles. Suddenly i realized 15 minutes felt like forever. I think it's how it is. When you don't really know what to do with life, you have no current goals, everything is so slow. It gives you so much time to absorb life. Eventhough you dont really want to. Also, because time is this slow now, you tend to waste it. But tomorrow, you'll be begging for it. Life is complicated.
566 · Jul 2017
Kendall Jenner
repressi0n Jul 2017
is it bad
to want
to confirm
to know
whether someone
is gay
or false
by gay
i meant
meow killa
by false
i meant
straight and
a bore
because one
thing is
for sure
someone is
a unicorn
kendall jenner
of course
Maybe I'm in shrooms when I wrote this on my phone. Idc if the quality is downward nor it seems odd to be written by me. Listening to Tyler, The Creator these days transformed me.
[I guess I wrote this because I've been holding up my conspiracy that KJ is indeed gay]
351 · Jun 2017
It's June, baby.
repressi0n Jun 2017
Half-way through the year
got a new phase to adhere
A new vision in life
that would push me to be right

No more sad songs
no more falling where I don't belong
Build a place I can call home
may it be like Paris or Rome

No more saying, 'Is it July yet?'
only that would make me grumpy, I bet
Collect a set of motivation
I could use for satisfaction

Half-way through the year
got a new phase to adhere
A new vision in life
that would push me to be right

No more I did this for them
as I don't want to end up in mayhem
More I did this for me
that's what's all important, you see

No more flowing impulses
'cause this world's full of repulses
More mindfulness on what I do
'cause I don't want to lose another you
"And in the day, everything's complex,
There's nothing simple, when I'm not around you." -The Cranberries, When You're Gone
282 · Jan 2018
New Year
repressi0n Jan 2018
Ah, another year has passed.
2017 was arduous. It was also compelling and inconsistent.
It's the year I turned 21- a turn of life.
I was stuck between two personas- who I was and who I am now.
They kept fighting on who was right.
But who was right always won.
And the loser had to be left behind.

2017 was the year I became a pirate.
A pirate who discovered her treasures. I became wealthy!
I found ideas, answers, self-knowledge, and understanding.
But I also found junk. It terrorized me.
I found sadness, anxiety, doubt, shame, grief and fear.
It drove me mad. Like, really mad.
And I'm still figuring my way out.

2017 also dressed up as someone.
A man in a white coat with a stern face;
Demanding, intimidating, convincing.
A man who kept talking about striving to be finer than I was.
But isn't that what we all want?
To be finer, exquisite, laudable?
We continue to strive to do the unthinkable.
Even if we kind of loose grip on reality.
Even if we have to lie and say awful things.
Even if at the end of the day, we lie down and ask, "Was it worth it?"

2017 allowed me to meet great people.
People who reminded me that I am still young.
That everything I have now will soon change into something else.
That it's okay to bow my head when things get rough.
That God hears all prayers.
That I should embrace my parents in a tight hug and make them feel loved.
That confusion will always find its solution.
That it's okay to cease communication.
That I should appreciate my unique personality.
That kindness will always be the best choice.
That death is inevitable. We will all die.
That you can never have it all.
That respect is earned and not demanded.
That I should occasionally write about how I feel.
That education is life.
That sadness will always end.
That happiness doesn't last.
That life's not fair.
That sometimes it doesn't get better.
That sometimes it does get better.

— The End —