Can you touch it?
Can you hear it?
Can you taste it?
Can you see it?
Can you smell it?
Let me ask again.
Can you touch the broken shadows?
Can you hear the painful bellows?
Can you taste the bitter truth?
Can you see the dreadful youth?
Can you smell the putrid words?
Can you feel the movement of one’s action?
Can you perceive the sensation of your nerves?
Now let me ask again.
What can you do—
In a world that went through and through?
What can you give—
To a person who is desperate to live?
What can you...

having a savior complex as a defense mechanism
only proves your naïve nature to be in bloom
do not sacrifice yourself to assist my growth
if you have been choking buds from blossoming
desirable only under your own timing
strategically planning how to keep me -

to escape your cruelty would be my first destination
along the roadmap: "Putting My Heart Back Together"
stop basking in your anger
quit trembling in your wake
halt feeding our flame you so desperately yearn to keep alive
as if your flicker could burn down mountains
I have built around myself -

season's change will wither your mal-intent
revenge budding with debris and pests
vermin desperately seeking attention
temptation licking at my ankles
keeping my eyes forwards
this being no trip for me in any regard
but an unpleasant stop along the way -

these hornets I have mistaken for bees
thorns thought to be flowers
at first being destructive in the face of opposition
now I offer honey instead of vinegar
this time I will not suffer lonely -

feeding into trembles in my pulse,
letting your words stain blood
coursing through my veins,
too easily I give in to the silence between beats,
my heartbeat -

oh! my poor heart,
this tired thing that won’t stop me
using my soul as a guiding light
instead of fires you set forth
can be a tiring task
but well worth the hassle
even while traveling alone.

A poor person always quiet,
He can not speak his pain to anyone,
But he wants someone to understand.

All the day and night,
They worked for us,
In the heat and dust,
Still we don't talk with love and respect,
And
They still keep quiet.
To wait that
these people will change sometime.

A poor person also have some own needs,
But when someone needs,
they help them,
With the money, food , and shelter,
And also with their heart.

Don't know how these people are,
who don't even understand each other's pain.
But they still keep quiet.

I do not know how,
These people can keep quiet all the time,
And
We should learn it from them,
That how they survive with their pain.

still
as the day surrenders
i find myself
slouched and
still
i'm not one to flock
with others
or be approachable
still
i miss the
excitement and movement
endless nights
still
even if i prefer
a small gathering
i find myself
still
alone. at least
i had a choice to
look present

Let my words reveal the hidden mysteries of the earth
And let my wrists bleed pure life like they never glanced at death
Let my tears be a river pouring joy; and let me flood the world
Oh, let the world torture me, let it burn me to ashes
Let me taste the apple, even if it's rotten
Let me go to eden, and let me meet the devil too
Let me belong
Just for a moment
Even if it's just for a moment.

It’s past midnight in my mind
My insecurities run the second half
Of this alluring moment in my life
I wish I could take the driver seat
But I’ve let my demons take control
Masking who I want to be
Lord knows, the flaw of humanity  
We mess up,
some things we never meant to Be

Keep the world beneath your feet
Even when you feel so small
Everyone has a chance to change
Progress may be moving slowly
Move at the rhythm of your own pace
Only you can be your savior
Validate your own feelings
In the end it’s your life
No else will take control  
Go ahead, the world is yours

Impossible love,
You were a thousand miles away
I was never meant to say
“Impossible love“,
When I look at you I see
All the weaknesses within me.

I am afraid
the feeling of
loneliness
will never leave
my chest