Here I am,
Stuck between miseries,
Even when I found happiness,
I would eventually be blinded on the road ahead,
Or somehow lose balance to either miseries by my side.

I could not shake them off,
Nor that I want to,
Because they are a part of me,
Without it,
I will only be lost.

So here I am,
In between lines,
Still far from where I'm heading,
but I'm still moving.

-HIY

If you ever stop moving,
I would wind you back up,
If you ever get lost,
I would set back the tracks,
If someone would break you,
I would fix you,
You may sound like a toy to them,
But you are a treasure to me.

-HIY

Like a fire burning from your very soul,
Your mind trembles to what your skin may touch,
The fire have yet not stop burning,
As if the flames were always a part of you.

-HIY

Like a blade piercing her heart,
His word bleed of broken trusts,
For what they vowed of forever,
He left her when he was ever needed the most.

Rusty tongue seeks for forgiveness,
But the heart remembers the deep wound,
Of the cold steel that torn them both apart,
From the only one she holds dear.

-HIY

For she too believes in happy ever after,
But after what she's been through,
Those deceits and broken trusts,
Its not wrong for her to build her walls higher.

-HIY

Between the two endings,
To her, Hell wouldn't be the lesser choice,
At least she knows it's always gonna hurt,
The demons are always gonna lie,
All of them will stab her back,
And they won't even try to be sincere.

Knowing that they are who they are
It wouldn't hurt that much,
Than being hurt by the masked angels,
with their tainted wings.

Perhaps hell wouldn't be so bad.
And maybe that's why she finds comfort in hell.

-HIY

Like a bird whose wings are broken,
You are the one that couldn't follow the motion.
You can't fly like the others,
Nor you can blend in with their feathers.

Some part of you accepted that you can't fly,
That you like it down here ; being different.
But at times you just wondered why,
What is it about you that made you insignificant.

-HIY

"The king has fallen"

A majestic castle,
A thousand arsenal,
For he just leaves it,
He leaves them all.

A mourning queen,
A king-to-be prince,
One betrothed princess,
One warrior princess,
One prince in the war front,
One prince in the castle fort,
And one prince in the study.
These are what left of the mighty king.

Tis not a story of war,
Tis not a story of romance,
But tis a story of a battle,
Of the mighty king himself,

The Phyton King,
Or so he was called,
Was no match with the Viper king,
And the Cobra king,
Kings that he called brothers,
Have poisoned him;
Slowly killing him.

His kingdom was never on the top,
But it was the most peacefull,
But his rival kings;
Were always trying to topple him.

They can full charge him from front,
Ambush him from the sides,
Sneak in from the back,
But he has never shaken.

For decades,
He stood strong,
He remain unscathed,
But years of defense has weaken him from inside,
He has only hold them in,
With no effort to call for aid.

And that was his killing,
Being silent,
And never fighting back.


-HIY

Like how a star commits to constellations;

She said.

And that's how she promised herself.

But little did I know;

That constellations were never real,

It's a make-believe of one's imaginary.

It's a way to divide one from the many,

But serve no purpose other than status.


Like how a star commits to constellations;

She said.

And that's what I believed.

Boy was I a fool;

That constellations consists of other stars as well,

It's a series of connection with others,

As one star could die and be replaced by another.

And it takes a century for them get back together.


-HIY

Keep backing her up,

Keep helping her stand up,

Keep protecting her,

She might not see it now,

But you should be still doing it when she does.


-HIY