we often think that
our enemies are those who hate us
loath us
deceive us
cause us pain

but the real antagonists of our lives
are really just ourselves

even as for those
who foolishly say they love themselves
they just can't accept
the hatred deep within

we have unrevealed battles
with ourselves
other people aren't of much importance
embracing ourselves matters more

we're so enthralled with
the affairs of others
that we start defining ourselves
the way we perceive them

we try to free ourselves
from the ideas that we need to be
like them
and yet
our minds become our own prisons

we're our own enemies
we're our own foes
we're our own rivals
and we're also our only hope

the key to our minds are our hearts
and maybe one day
we wouldn't see ourselves
on the opposing side

you appear in my dreams
and the moment i open my eyes
you're faceless in my mind

do i know you?
that depends
i always forget how the dream ends

you're not forgotten
but why can't i remember?
you're like a dying ember

spark your flame!
show me who you are
tell me of your scars

i still cant remember
my head is aching
my heart is breaking

all you'll be is
faceless
as time passes

i'll never know
who am i to interfere?
to me, you were a man who was once here

faceless
over and over again
til the next dream then

your whisper in my ear 
your smile in my mind
your face oh so clear
sure is one of a kind

your heart slowly beating
as your chest rose and fell 
this moment quite fleeting
i know, i can tell 

as the sun hit your skin 
ever so softly you sigh 
a glimps of you and my heart spins
and for that i wonder why

beautiful you are
more than you think you'll ever be 
though you expose your scars 
you'll always be the same to me 

©wabisabichii

In this life, we fall once.
And I'm glad to say I gave you my heart.
Yet what once held us together,
Now keeps us apart.

It was indeed my fault.
There is nothing we can do.
Yet you stayed and you fought,
And for that, I love you.

Then again there are wounds,
That will one day turn to scars.
And as for you, my love?
You're the most painful one so far.

Believing isn't easy.
Believing isn't simple.
Believing isn't all that good.
But believing makes you happy.

Believing isn't always sure.
Believing isn't always secure.
Believing isn't always worth it.
But believing makes you happy.

Believing in the wrong people, hurt.
Believing in the right people, also hurt.
Believing in someone who didn't ask for it, also hurts.
But believing in yourself, will never hurt.

Believe in life.
Believe in what makes you happy.

Those deep brown eyes look like they hold all hope,
But the thing is they've lost their spark.
Behind that sweet smile are stories never told,
And no one knew she was lost in the dark.


Ebony hair, porcelain skin and she has quite the charm,
Yet it seems like something is missing.
And though she seems unhurt, untouched and unscarred,
Deep inside she knows she's suppressing.


But no matter what happens, to find herself is her goal,
Even if it meant that she'd lose what she had.
She'd look for herself in the great, deep unknown,
And on second thought, it's not that bad.