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Yusof Asnan Dec 2016
The wind does things differently,
It patiently rubs off the sand castle's wall,
Slowly approaching it without intent to break.

Time was his friend,
He would give up his life time to enter the castle,
Showing only warmth as his effort to let her open up.

But the wave is different,
It would just come crashing on the walls,
Immediately breaking down the walls.

Time was never an issue,
He would do everything now while he can,
Shaking her world to show her the real world.

The beach knew how the wind loves the sand castle,
But the beach also know which one the sand castle will fall to,
I guess we all know how the wave will always win.


- HIY
It may not be easy for everyone to get the one they want, especially when you've just dedicate your entire life for that one. It doesn't matter how many times or how long you have been holding your hands above her head from the rain, someone can easily come in with an umbrella and protect her entirely.
Yusof Asnan Dec 2016
He was never one with words,
He have those in his head,
But not in his voice.

He believed in waiting for the right moment,
And time will reveal it all,
Without ever changing what already is.

Another hero came rushing in,
Shaking her world,
And of what she knows.

He was there first,
But he was not the one to claim,
Years of effort has gone to the drain.


- HIY
Sometimes it doesn't matter if you were there for them first and that you were by their side the entire time.
A new hero will always come and change what you know about them, and as fast as waves that the new hero will be the one for them.
Yusof Asnan Dec 2016
No such things as good dreams and bad dreams,
Dreams are dreams,
No matter how much it could shake you,
Your reality is what matters the most.
You're gonna die from the inside from those dreams,
But you're gonna show them that you're still alive.

-HIY
been a while since I've been writing, so here is my random thoughts
Yusof Asnan Nov 2016
There was no clock; no watch,
No time as they stood together,
As if time decides to take a break.

The moon was high,
On the dark black sky,
As if the night was the actuall setting for earth time.

Her heart flutters,
Her knees trembles,
As he said "I want to protect you and your fading smile."


-HIY
An excerpt from my dreams
Yusof Asnan Nov 2016
Every wish was the same
To forget all those little things that would hurt
But who would've expect
That I couldn't remember things that would matter

-HIY
Yusof Asnan Sep 2016
It's like I missed the alarm,
So I'm trapped here dreamin',
Whole time screamin',
Trying hard to stop believin',

Clenched a fist in my hand,
So hard that I thought I'd grow wings,
Lot of pressure in my veins,
But I can't feel a thing.

Took my body on the edge,
Took myself up in a pledge,
When the time that I'd go down,
I'd bring all that brought me down.


-HIY
Yusof Asnan Sep 2016
Beautiful of them all
But always wary of the unseen;
Of the unheard but always felt within.
It became an obsession to one that holds attention.

From building a wall,
Into a freakin' house.
Where they could only knock;
On the door but still shut out.

Even that was not safe haven,
Only made her more cautious,
Where the devil peeps through the window;
Even at the brightest day.

Somehow the devil managed to get in,
Registered his stay,
A tenant in the house.
Oh where else is safe?


-HIY
Yusof Asnan Sep 2016
She rose from deep within,
Like a phoenix out from the ashes,
Body covered with streaks of wounds,
New and aged with no discrimination.

She sprung life out of none,
Defying of what nature set the rules upon,
She made it a daily routine,
But none should know herself within.

Alone in her nest,
Of where she came,
Her seated heart rests in a battered ribs,
Like a dying bird with a rusted cage.


-HIY
Yusof Asnan Sep 2016
All she ever wanted was to be heard,
Not through her voice or speech,
But actually listen,
Of what she didn't say.

She's tired of people saying that its not real,
That its just her voices in her head,
She knows that in the back of her mind,
Those things are real,
And its been taking a toll on herself.

They're telling her that's not how she actually feel,
But they have never been hungry like her,
Starving for a peace of mind,
How her worries are actually hurting her.

Someone who has never seen her book;
Read her written pages,
Could not begin to imagine the horrors,
Where nightmare and realities are alike.


-HIY
Yusof Asnan Sep 2016
You might think that it's easier to bear an empty heart.

To have no care for anything,

But truth is the more you let something consume your heart,

The lighter it would be for you.


-HIY
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