Our life is like a fly,
All gathered for some junk,
Buzzing around in a crowd,
Never staying on one focus.

A little shake;
Everyone is in uproar,
Angrily circling around,
Coming from thousands of directions.

They fly away when scared away,
Only to sneak back when unseen,
Until one day when least expected,
Splat!

-HIY

Ages of writer's block,
Unmotivated of ever being productive,
Witty lines became depressing,
Every word seems so boring as ever.

A new start was all that was needed,
A shove from the back for it to begin,
Its been a while since ive got this feeling,
More longer that i could remember.

October is the creativity month,
The hype is really living up to its name,
And so here i write for the first day,
And all i could say is; Hello there Inktober!

-HIY

A flower that's always there,
I could leave her for weeks;
And she would still bloom.
Just never knowing how to respond to sadness;
nor tragedies.

Sitting with her just feels so right,
Be it in laughter;
Or in silence.
A thousand people could not even compare,
To her warmth.

But now she's wilting,
She's disappearing away,
To cope with her own sorrows,
Ones which I couldn't even help,
Or she would even share.

I'm just so lost,
Not in my own problems,
But without her,
I'm alone in this world.

I wouldn't be a burden to her.
But its just so hard.
Nothing could be compared,
To see your best friend disappearing away.


-HIY.

Unappreciated; Disregarded,
But never found alone,
As that is her nature,
To be surrounded with friends.
Closeness; Togetherness.

Green she is,
Health; Prosperity,
Is what she stands for,
Seen in the brightest day,
Felt in even the darkest night.

Always down to earth,
For that; I adore you.

Little grass,
Don't stop growing,
Meeting you as a child,
And more when I fell down,
Still when I seek tranquility.

When at the risk of withering;
Or the surge of a flood;
Even of the blazing fire,
A thousand might harm,
Thousand more might belittle you.

I will shield you.
And that; I owe you.


-HIY

Countless hours,
Sleepless nights,
He couldn't write any more.
As he opened a new page every time,
His thoughts got lost in the crisp air,
As nothing came out from his pen.
He kept thinking on,
When did he stop writing,
A moment of when it all start.
And then it hits,
It was always her,
She was always the poem.

I will **** the spiders,
And if you fear butterflies;
I will **** them too.
I won't **** humans,
But I will stop them from hurting you,
Same as I would patch your wounds;
Every single time.

-HIY

It was a sleepy afternoon,
Heavy eyes brought in under the sunlight.
A slow day was just what is needed,
No more chaotic occurrence for the rest of the day.


A girl once unknown of her trait,
Been figuring her out from day one,
Thought of her as the shy and protective one,


A day like any other,
Same seat; same timing,
She would normally pass by,
As she always do,
But she came in through.


And then she smiled,
Giggled even.
A surge of aura came through my body,
lighting up my soul entirely.
I was so stunned,
It felt like forever


The silence broken,
She shattered it with a laugh,
But I was still dazed.
Let out only a smile.
A surprised smile.


And then she left.
To her it might me a little thing.
A friendly gesture,
Perhaps an ice breaker.


But it left me high,
Blown away through the clouds,
And still flying.



Hoping...



That I would be lucky enough,
To see any signs of trailing gaze.



-HIY