Be kind you never know if someone lost a friend Be kind you never know if someone lost a pet Be kind you never know if someone lost a job Be kind you never know if someone had a bad day Take time for yourself Talk before it before it's words that's never said Pause but not to long before it becomes a memory Be sad Be happy Be angry Be frustrated Be kind you never know if some just lost a friend Be kind you never know if someone just lost a pet Be kind you never know if someone just lost a job Be kind you never know if someone just lost had a bad day Be kind there's enough hate in the world Be kind.
so much i learned about love from people who don't know how to love. i've learned from lost souls, unhealed fears, saints to sinners. love is not a holy father but a confusing religion yet to unravel. the way i finally learned to see is to be completely blind. that holding too much saturation in front of your eyes caused you color-blind. that i can't fix someone who is too comfortable at the state of being broken. falling in love with a poet like me meaning i'm gonna remember your tiniest speckles. your blurriest memories. your brightest hues. packed them into a fine story that i can re-read and then write again. from great california to meaningless banka. or a ***** like jakarta. with you, i prayed to the right God but with a wrong religion. so instead, He changed the current. my faith is re-new and flesh-fresh. He kept making it hurt until i numb enough to know that it was not meant to be. so i let go. of any claims but my worth. you taught me that even it was love that you had offered, love is not enough reason. to hell about your "oh, the grass is greener on the other side" because it'll decay. the next morning, the silence already too loud. the oceans already too vast. but i'll show you what is that to have a heart. as messy as it is, as grande as what it capable of.
here i am, far from your grasp. a story you no longer can hear because deaf makes it way to your ear. blame it on our parents. the difference is, i'm no longer listening to them anymore. they too made of distorted glass and wrongdoings. the difference is, no matter what was the time and place, i chose you from any other things. but now, i ******* choose me.
the rest, it'll fall in the most sensible and right way. for love is not perfect but this home deserves spotless love. a purified love, the same amount of fight. a light guiding every lost bird in the uneasy nights.
We don't trust a kind person they are always under suspicion, Nobody has been kind to me without any reason, their ulterior motive be some kind. It seems that kindness be An extinct breed indeed. Not a call in which, it is purely for asking of well being, what follows concern, is the real deal. The world has toughen, sharpen each edges, distrust is all time high, cutting up inches You are one of them, I am not putting the blame, I have turned just the same By not trusting everybody, I am just being kind to me.
i haven’t thought about that the earth and i will one day be entwined and entombed in each other’s arms. while we’re holding each other tight, one of us or both of us will be reduced to cosmic dust. a substance so fine it’ll get lost in time...while my body had breath was anything truly mine? or was it just His design to eventually make my soul and His creations bind? maybe all that time i was simply stumbling around blind, not knowing what i’ll find, perhaps it’s a sign i should step out of line and continue to be kind because this world is slowly turning ugly and it’s layering with grime. but why? why do we have to tell lies and why do we have to commit crimes? you could fix the things you say you hate so much if only you just tried...then maybe the stars would align and begin to shine but the world isn’t perfect and some of us won’t think changing is worth it. maybe “perfect” is a hopeless idea and we just don’t deserve it. what is perfect? we won’t ever get there but we can get close we just have to earn it. perfection is deception and our minds are infected, we’ve all been affected but don’t completely reject it because love has been detected so do the world a favor and spread it...before you and ground grow more connected.
What have become of us How will we ever grow What will our future be What have become of us
We say what we want to say Without even thinking of how that person will feel The freedom we thought we owned Has really made us into virtual bullies
The words and thoughts we once only dared to keep inside We now type away furiously on our little keyboards Vile, angry, evil words flood the tiny screen Leaving the other person feel their world is really ending
Bullies, we are, we have turned to be Leaving emotional scars trailing everywhere we go No guilt whatsoever which makes it so much worse Our inner self is really deep dark and cruel
What have become of us Why are we like that How did we turn out this way What have become of us
Used to encounter bullies physically and usually someone we know. Now, there are so many cyber bullies who think their are entitled and worse thing is, we don't even know them.