Silence is the best way to oppose

no argument and no noise pollution

but, we should be good in dealing with it*

or else people think we agree with them

life itself a calculation

if you invest the right amount of time

with right efforts

results will be fruitful like a tree

full of shinning apples

Today, you told me a story
Where you found your happiness
And it still lingers around you
Even after the minutes and this moment

You have made me seeing things more vulnerable,
Empathic but blur in the same times
You have made me think,
If the world you are in, is different with mine

You could be so proud,
Telling me if dream is easier to be caught,
Than a love from a long lost father
Than an unwanted feeling that rotten inside me

But maybe I want to say thanks
Because in the end of the day,
I’m the one who worse than everything
Than every characters you told me in your story

And you have succeeded for making me see that part
the part of me that I’ve tried to run from
Since a long time ago,
But, you and your story?

Do you ever care?

saplings
turned kindling
turned ash
all under the winter and fire
of my hands and my mouth
so fearful
of ghosts that
still draw blood
of wounds that
never healed the same
of things broken and left
broken
a self-preserving instinct

i was too in love
to be manipulated
i gave him more
than his years
knew how to hold
and the remainders
came spilling out
like floodwater
brown and thick
as eyes and november breath
it swam through his lungs
his shining, hopeful breath
a new conquest
to the absence
presence inevitably brings