I'm a sucker,
For the words that could mend the heart,
Of the hunter,
Who sees nothing but love,

Without falter,
Smiling from ear to ear to the others,
To feel better,
Sew wounds that's unhealed and unseen.

He  fears thunder,
With lightning striking fast, to down under,
The skin of the conquered,
Crawling like a pest, ready to infest, how does he rest?

Should we lull him?
To a deep slumber where he'd be better?
Without judgement,
From the eyes of the frail mocking him to hell,

For entertainment,
Mix of despair, saying it's fair-- so they don't care,
Not knowing what they meant;
Such a rare predicament.

Such a sight for an eyesore,
A radiant beam of a coal with a dying core,
He refuse to be dragged further,
To a concrete where nothing would blossom, ever.

I’ve hit rock bottom plenty of times,
But sceneries are better each and every time.
Since I’ve been asking what, how, and why;
I get to understand what’s lifting me high.

I thank the people who stays by my side,
Through thick and thin you’re my finest line,
Keeping me grounded while letting my wings fly,
From my innermost thoughts to the logics of the world.

I could’ve drowned a long time ago—
From the depths of unknown emotions I couldn’t let go,
So, I’m happy there’s a ladder to get me up somewhere,
Far better than I were; I’m glad you were always there.

So this is what it feels like;
To wake up in the morning,
To see the sun shining,
To feel the breeze of a new beginning.

Have the world changed a bit?
Or was it the things in my head?
Because, this has been refreshing.
So— this is what I’ve been missing.

Have you tried to pour the coffee?
Maybe some tea, or what you prefer, honestly.
To be awoken with a scenery,
Of having nothing and something.

It’s beautiful, it makes my heart full,
Of the best and worst emotions,
As it gives me a sense of the notion,
I am awake and alive as yesterday.

I think I like it.
The mix of yellow, orange, and red,
Reflecting through everything
Rising wonderfully as it shines with me.

I want to live for random conversations,
With coffee at pointless locations.
Talk endlessly, like a curious cat,
To be satisfied and brought back to life.

I hope for unknown tomorrows,
Simply living and breathing slow.
To close my eyes and feel the breeze,
To have my mind be in absolute peace.

The weigh of the world
Finally took its toll,
On a body so frail
Unafraid of being unwell,

Because nothing is new;
Just a flashback of few,
Bad things of good,
Always two face of a coin,

Because truth is a con;
Surprise— it can be bought,
You might have been told,
Yeah, we can’t be too bold,

There are too many reasons to die,
Loads of ways to say hi,
Too many times to have time,
See a life come to life.

Lots of things meant to be kept,
In an ***** in our chest,
Fortune to pay to hear it beat,
Don’t throw yours down the cliff,

One, two, three, go be free;
Let go of fear and come to see,
The beauty in the sea
Of wonderful things others live.

Steal and you’re gone to be
In depth of fear, you tried to free,
Put your heart where it belongs,
Then your future shall behold.

Who are you underneath?
Without the eye blinding shirt,
Are you feeling just as bright?
Or a little bit dimmer than a light?

I don't need you to be naked.
Just from time to time,  maybe
Wear your heart on your sleeves,
then we can talk about how life *****.

How things ******
the littlest joy out of us
Now we feel hollow,
constantly in doubt of tomorrow.