Some said that she's there for a reason,
And some said; it's just for the show.
What is the value of her presence-
Of which she does not know also.

She was not taught how reach the sun,
She's left there to grow on her own.
To see how others can get along,
Is something she never did understand.

Whenever she tried to blossom,
Someone else would shun her growth,
And cut the veins for her to breath.
No wonder she's just there withering in the corner.


-HIY

I lay here awake,
After so long.
It was different from before.
There was no rose garden to begin with,
but it was never this bad.

I've seen outside,
But I'm still glad that i woke up,
Something about now makes me feel more alive,
Because finally I'm not feeling sad.

It makes me wonder,
What did i actually left behind,
Was it a certain person or was it the season,
What did i actually had?

-HIY

Head down looking at the strings that she plucked on her guitar,

Hair just short above the collar of her shirt,

Mouthing to every piece that she's playing,

Nodding to every notes that she pressed,

It's hard not to fall to that sight.


But one must remember the danger of falling,

And denying it will only make it worse.

All that one can do is stay,

In what follows, at least that much is better for both of them.


-HIY

If you are ever afraid one day,
When its just all too much to bear,
When running only brings you down,
Then and only then come to me,
I will greet your demons and introduce myself,
So that they know you're no longer alone.

I think, every person resembles like flowers,
Some are gloriously known and craved by many,
And some shy away in their nature,
But regardless, they have beauty in they own ways.

Some are so delicate; and so gentle,
While some grow thorns around them to protect themselves.

But as like flowers,
There's growth;
A vital point to which shapes it to how it can be,
And there's life;
As to which it fully blooms,
Either appreciated for its beauty or taken away for others perusals,
Lastly; There's wilting,
The crucial moment where the flower itself is cherished to its final petals,
Or left to rot when its beauty is ****** out from its veins.

I only wished to be a garden,
To the flowers that shed their own tears to water themselves,
To the flowers that grew sideways to get the sunlight,
To the flowers that just refused to show their beauty;
In the thought of being plucked,
I may not be a garden for all, but i will try to give out my soil to as much as there is out there.

Because like flowers, we need help.




-HIY

If she could only see,

How far I've reached out for her,

I may have not been the shoulder she could trust her head on,

But my hands have been holding out even before she was drowning


-HIY

You are like the ocean waves that kisses the shore,
At times you are destructive;
Running down obstacles in your path even the good ones,
But mostly to yourself,
Breaking bits of yourself every time you encounter something new.

But like the waves also,
You pull away when you've given your all,
Only to come back to bring some more.
You are like the current that goes against so many will,
But those who knows you will learn to follow your flow;
In order to stay with you.

But you should never stop being who you are,
Some might not like the waves,
Some might even make barriers to break you..
Never stop,
Because there's always a surfer that is more than willing to ride you;
Till the very end.

-HIY

There comes the waves kissing the shore,
Both gentle and harsh,
Mellow winds caressing the sand ever gently,
and at times abusively.
Like a sand castle residing at the shore,
your days are numbered to when you fall.
It's not the rough ones that are the reaper,
They left crumbs so you see your pieces fall off,
But the soothing ones that smothers you from grain by grain,
Feeding off bits of you that you left forgotten.
Like a sand castle residing on the shore,
Your days are numbered to when you fall,

-HIY