I have to say that I do like you
I like the way you smile
The way you laugh
Even your awkwardness

But can it be possible
That I liked you even if
I only met you
Is this even possible?

Whatever the answer is
That is what I am feeling
I can't help smile when I hear your name
Or even when I think about you

This is what my heart screams
But mind doesn't want to admit yet
Because it is protecting my heart
From getting hurt again

But I do hope that one day
My mind would finally permit
My heart to admit what it feels
But for now I would leave it be

I just got to wait for the sign
Or the moment
Or the time
That it would be perfect to tell

What If, the sky were to bleed
What If, hatred transformed into seed
What If, its all about greed
What If, love is all you need

What If, friendship becomes foul
What If, body rejects soul
What If, anger becomes meal
What If, death makes you kneel

What If, night sky loose stars
What If, you can only feel scars
What If, everyone look forward to wars
What is it, if you were to live on mars


|AB|

We could be stars
We could be trees
We could be everything you wanted to be
We could fly high
We could dive low
We could be everywhere you want to go
We could be sweet
We could be sour
We could sit and watch the stars for hours
We could be large
We could be small
We could find the love that is laced in us all
We could stand tall
We could fall
We could kneel at our place in the wall
We could be one
We could be everything
We could have it all
We could grow old
We could die young
We could stay up
We could sleep in
We could wake up to find its all alright

The passage of the years
constrains possibility;
calendars squeeze life.
Now I know there are
poems I won't read again;
books I won't open again;
places I'll not visit again;
people I won't see again;
lips I'll never kiss again.
Age narrows time.
Passing sixty,
everywhere around me,
the sound of closing doors.
  - mce

Every day we pass thousands of people on the street, and barely even a hello is exchanged, maybe a smile if your lucky.
It might be a little funny to think that each of these people are going wherever they are going, they are living their lives and you have the opportunity to be apart of it even if it's just five seconds.
You can do a lot with five seconds, for all you know a quick smile to someone passing by might change their life.
Despite someone's appearance, they could be a completely different person that you might expect, breaking the stereotype.
The sweet old women sitting next to you on the train, smiling and talking as if the world was heaven, is counting her numbered days.  The coloured man across from you with the bloodied knuckles and bruised face saved a teenage girl from being ***** last night.
The 18-year-old ******* the other side of the train, showing more skin than clothing in a ******.
And the boy in the corner covered in tattoos and piercings and is wearing only black is on his way to the hospital to read to the children in the cancer wing like he does every afternoon ever since he lost his little sister.
My point is simple, nothing is rarely as it seems. Each stranger you pass has there own story. Don't judge based off what you see because your vision is a misconception.

Sky, giving the possibility to fly
Like a hovercraft, every time in my eye
Endless, it seems as seen every time
Timeless, drawn with a blue line

Thoughts, giving the possibility to think
Transforming, into ideas that act like an ink
To write, the clean sheet of Karma
With, ecstasy(ies) and trauma(s)

End, gives the possibility to start
Afresh, anew, straight from the heart
Waves, the brain continuously sends
Possibility, it never ends


|AB|

Sometimes there's
nothing more beautiful
than things left unsaid...

                     And sometimes
                      there's nothing
                                 worse.