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Yusof Asnan May 2016
She asked me,

I hesitated.

And I lost her.



-HIY
Yusof Asnan May 2016
Such beauty,
Such grace,
Following her around,
Supporting her back,
Pushing her forward when she is shoved back,
Blocking incoming hits when she is knocked down,
But she has not looked at you,
She would not look at you,
Because you're always at her back.
Once you are no longer supporting her,
And she would be cornered down,
Then she would see you,
But only as someone who let her down.

-HIY
Yusof Asnan May 2016
At times ,
I thought about how the glass will hold long,
Those cracks are not getting any smaller,
Those things you see beyond will be your killing,
Being able to see them everyday but could not even reach for them.

When those glass breaks,
I'm not sure which would hurt you first-
By the dangers you've been seeing from inside,
Or by the glass shards falling from above,
I do not know.

As for me,
I will keep taking care of you; even from the outside,
I will cut those thorns that might tangle you,
And i will keep fixing those cracks.
Even when you're no longer living

-HIY
For the flower in the glass.
Yusof Asnan May 2016
I'm not stopping you from taking those pills,
Or from those lines on your wrists,
You can burn your thighs,
Or scream your lungs out.
I will not stop you.


How you've lost yourself to many sleepless nights,
Or to the times you've wasted thinking,
If this is how you fight,
Then don't even think about stopping.


No one should blame you for trying to face it,
Trying to fix it,
Trying to mend yourself,
Now this is my help.

Those scars,
Those eye bags,
Only shows your will to survive,
Your effort to be alive.


-HIY
Yusof Asnan May 2016
It starts with a dream,
Seeing a garden full of hope,
A wonder full of goodness,
People can be easily blinded by that.

Losing sight of what they tend to forget,
Turning a blind sight to what they should be wary of,
Sometimes its hard to believe,
That nightmares are dreams too.

So what makes a person forget,
Is the possibility of something you love,
could become your killing,
After all, the devil was once an angel too.

-HIY
Yusof Asnan May 2016
Hey little flower,

How could you be so down?
Your petals are all wilted,
Your leaves are curling back to you.

Why did you let it be that way?
You know you can do better,
You deserved happiness even with yourself.

Thank you for showing me that it's possible to live again,
Without you, I wouldn't be here today,
So I'm returning the favor to you.

So hold on just a bit,
I'll help you get through with it,
I'll water you when you're down and take care of you myself.

-HIY
Yusof Asnan May 2016
She is one of those dreams,
Where you're half awake,
And you're not sure if you're dreaming;
Or if it's real.

Even if it's just a dream,
I wouldn't even try to wake up,
Because this version of reality is much better;
Than what we've actually been.

Scary as I might get fully awake,
I would prefer falling even further.
I couldn't help myself;
But to chase this paralytic state.


-HIY
Yusof Asnan May 2016
Her voice began as whispers to the people's soul,
And quickly grew to a crescendo of battle cry for the fighting spirits.
She raised her hands and say "We are not the ones who are weak today",
With thunder-like roar stood the soldiers of today.

Spears came down like rain to the battlefield,
With only shields on their arms as their salvation.
War horses came charging in the front line,
Breaking down all means of defense from the front.

Those spears are not spears,
But words that society has poured upon them,
Those horses are horses,
But judgmental peers pressured their very existence.

While she is just one person,
Just a little voice in the midst of the dying world,
"Live life as if it was your last" She chanted,
Was enough as an inspiration to keep on going,


-HIY
Yusof Asnan May 2016
Known with his many masks,
Comes in various forms.
Like a virus;every second only makes him stronger
Overpowering you over your own body,
Such strength that could even shut your mind.
With license to ****;
Murdering your dreams,
Stealing away your hopes.
He who has ****-counts way higher than failure ever did.


HIY
Yusof Asnan May 2016
It may be a strange behaviour for you,
To like someone that you don't know,
To understand their feelings as if they were my own,
To accept their thoughts even when it doesn't add up with reality.

But you have never seen yourself from a different view,
Believe me you'll fall too.

-HIY
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