You move me,
the way the weather,
moves the earth.
Pushing me,
pulling me,
until you're calm.
And then,
the world is okay.

Every day as the time passes,
No one cared ‘bout how to caress
The softest wind of summer breeze,
Or the fog of cold wilderness

Just as to what everyone says,
Society hears  you always
Everyone knows about your mess,
Just so you know, you have me yes

Enjoy the things that you have now,
For it will never last sooner
Let  go, appreciate and grow,
Forget  things that gives you sorrow

End of your time won’t let you speak
For the life you’ve had gone to peak
What if today will be your last?
Would you still care to change the past?

their house was covered with leather flowers,
and honeysuckle wet with dew.
the scent of lavender and honey mixed into the air,
the milk they had gotten earlier to drink was spilt all over the garden,
the window sills were bright yellow,
the door white, the walls caramel.

the sheeps they herded were sound asleep,
the butterflies were as colorful as the scarf they wore every day,
and the birds chirping welcomed every stranger.

i spied on them long enough to realize that they’re not hiding anything.
peace can be found;
but only in the mist of the forest,
in the bottom of your heart,
the roots of your roses.

Music:
manipulates emotions.
indices emotions.
forms expectations.
creates utopia.
inspires lives.
sets the tone.
promotes calm.
excites individuals.
establishes a whole new form of communication through common enjoyment.

Music is powerful.

Shadows plastered on a wall,
One wooden purple cat
Family photos, frames and all,
Our patchwork coloured flat

Softer carpets than before,
The quiet lull of cars
But further in I'm grated, sore,
Uneasy with the stars

Catharsis gurgles out my name
With fangs drenched red with blood
But I don't want to stay the same-
A self-releasing flood

So through the dying light I trace
Beyond the softened keys
A comfort zone in outer space
With blackened melodies

There's nothing here except the art
Of a thousand dying men
My blood pumps fast, I click to start
And spread these wings again

Then, once the song has ended,
I can finally breathe once more
There's nothing like some music
To treat the red and raw.