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soul Nov 2018
Get up in the night,
In my mind to find the light
Holding the white candle,
But Darkness was getting hard to fight
Lost in the narrow woods,
No space between the tree to peek outside,
There goes the stars shinning  bright
moon being the cheater snatching all the lime light,
In my heart I feel a tide
Of emotions that wants me to hide,
There lies my injured heart
With a arrow along the middle side,
Something blinds my vision
Like it doesn't want me to see ,
The picture of the site that had fleed
All my sense comes to stand still,
When their happy memories comes to live
With champaign in one,
And the knife in other
That they used to stab me,
Multiple times without a hustle
For moving on you have to let go, then how come I am not able to let it go?
Martina Jun 2018
Once you said to me
that my head is like a radio
that I listen to too many songs
written by too many different guys.
In your opinion I should change channel
or completely turn off the radio
and concentrate on my life.

Sometimes I think you were right,
but I believe in Murphy's law
and I know for sure that
the song I've been waiting for
will play once the radio is turned off.

Then you said that the radio will turn on by itself
when the time is right.
You listened to my song for a little while,
just the time to decide it wasn't for you
and get back to your old-all-time-favourite.

I was hurt and happy at the same time,
because you were happy too
and because someone, finally
paid some attention to my tunes.
Laneze Be Nov 2017
You are not born with a promise of prosperity or happiness.
You are not raised to bide your time until your future is unlocked.

You are born from struggle, into struggle.
Bringing you into this world was a physically painful act.
It was hours of unrelenting pain, not knowing when it would end. But…

Even so the moment your eyes opened and the world saw you.
All that pain was forgotten, in the blink of an eye.
I promise it was that quick, to erase all trace of the pain it took to bring you to where you are.
Only a glimpse into your beautiful eyes and all was right in the world.

So you, dear one, sit and struggle through life.
You feel there is no end to your pain.
That every turn you take holds nothing, nothing you want, nothing you need.
Remember you were not born with a promise of prosperity or happiness.
There is no one who saved it all away for you to have one day.

Instead you were given a gift, of sorts.
One so small, yet infinitely complex.

You were given choice.

The ability to choose.
You were given understanding and foresight, as fickle as it may be to think you can understand life and in so fore tell the future.
But you can.

You need only choose.
Make small choices, take small steps.
Decide.
Then go.
Go slow, take it easy.
Until you gain more understanding.
Gain it wherever you can, every little bit helps.
Remember you choose the direction you take.
So be brave, when its needed.
Don’t fight other people’s wars.
Don’t push back.
Don’t struggle.
Simply understand, and change direction.

You were not made of stone.
You are not a slave to the will of others.
You are not a cog in the wheel.
You are uniquely you, in every way.
You are meant for the life you want.
You need only understand your strength.
So that you can use it.
Use it to cut a passage through thick grass, on a path no one has ever taken.
Because its yours alone to take.
For you to discover,  inch by inch, mile by mile, go slow, but please do go…

Be brave and know there is nothing you cannot overcome.
Be calm and listen, not to those who speak loudly or those who choose to think for you.
But listen, deep down in you, you know what’s there.
You know that little voice is never wrong, no matter how quietly it speaks.
It speaks only your truth.
A truth that will never fail you.  
You will never fail.
You simply discover, discover a world meant only for you.

So please don’t give up, don’t give in, chin up, for all this will fade in the blink of an eye.
You will forget this pain and see only the beauty that is left.

Beauty only your eyes can perceive…

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