they say mermaids aren't real
they say beautiful tails can't be seen
they say long haired perfect girl is impossible

but what if
mermaids were seen in a different perspective
then mermaids are real
mermaids are everywhere
trying to keep up with the world
without knowing how to stand up by themselves

they keep on thinking that
going with the flow of the wave
would bring them peace and joy
but no one warned them that
imitating mermaids wrongly,
can't make you feel alive

are you one of those mermaids?
mermaids that still keep their mouths shut
and just sing all the mourn in their hearts;
mermaids that cannot think straight
and let others decide for themselves

let no one be that mermaid
let us all be the mermaid that is fierce
and can conquer both land or sea
fight enemies even though we're bounded;
restricted by how we're made

let us all be the mermaid
all kids have loved
let us all be the mermaid,
fantasies beautifully explain.

music is a sigh of relief in a world that holds its breath

It’s ironic how
Emptiness can occupy such a large place
As a human heart.
It’s anatomically and medically and probably physically impossible
But it is somehow possible.
There’s no way I can prove it but  
It’s there.
You feel the nothingness spreading its roots in your heart.
And you feel every inch of the pain they inflict
You feel its wicked wings shooting its sharp feathers,
Cutting each and every one of the heartstrings in the most
Inhuman way possible.
You want to cry but
The null has consumed
The last drop of the
Tears of emotion you have left.
Even if you are a Houdini at the art of escaping,
How do you escape the perfect trap that you set yourself?

her heart is ripped
like how scissors cut a paper
like a storm between paradise
like a trust, broken into pieces

how can she ever get her heart back?
her whole heart
that loved shamelessly
that loved nothing else but to be happy

she can't think of anything that will distance the sadness
apart from herself;
that will remove the pain
causing the broken parts locked in chains

how to fix a shattered soul?
where one reason could be the source
and that reason can't be known
for a bomb can explode

heart in anguish
and she, herself, could be the reason
bloodshot eyes
the tears of the fallen optimist