Enoch

Enoch 2d

The world of your,
become different than us.
We stayed still in,
with the limit but memorable memories of you.

How you were doing?
I often wonder...
My dream is the only place to meet you,
but you always left so soon.

In dream you were different,
but in reality you were same.
In dream I am hurt,
and in reality I am same.

The drop of my tear consist the best of you,
my lousy mind consist the worst I saw.
But it was still you,
No matter what it will be,

I still love you and you always will be dearly miss, mom.

Enoch Apr 16

Aftermath of the dance

Aftermath of the dance,
in the pool of sorrow,
partner with grief.

The music end,
but I'm still dancing,
with the sadness steps.

They all went back home,
dance in another arms of their own glory,
I'm still wondering when it will be my turn begin the glory dance.

I still drowned in the grief way dance,
as I never begin nor did end,
tired I am.

Enoch Apr 7

Passion of words

Passion of my words,
flow through the way of thoughts,
birth right from the mind that contains them all.

building with rhyme,
the number blind,
yet I still write.

The heart and soul beneath,
hide underneath,
shy but bold.

The passion behind,
the words that out loud,
but never same tone with those silence sound.

Enoch Apr 4

Fever dream

Yesterday's memories,
now all left to be a fever dream.
Today's presence,
now all left to be a state of day.

I heard your called in my dream,
ironic is that you never answer me.
I tried the same method of your calling,
but when can I expect you to answer me?

Now we apart the world into two,
you departed in another zone.
Now I shouted in this reality tone,
Fever dream became too **** real.

The way I miss about you,
the way you cared about me,
I can't say now is not the same,
since you tried a way to left.

Shattered heart never same,
but what can I say since it's break.
Now I have a weird fever,
but we named it dream.

Enoch Apr 1

The way they whisper

"What's wrong with him?"
The way they whisper,
pretend I heard none,
hurt me in the tiniest voice,
with the loudest thoughts.

"Don't turn out like the weird freak in the corner."
The whisper become loud,
still I pretend heard none,
I'm not tone down my mind,
to act as part in your journey of delight.

"Calm down."
The way they whisper,
the little part of me,
many but dimmed,
still I hope your whisper were loud.

Enoch Mar 31

Don't you hate yourself a little everyday

Don't you hate yourself a little everyday,
since you awake, things be the same,
all the scold and yell from back then,
come alive, live vividly in your mind.

Don't you hate yourself a little everyday,
knew something was off today,
but still play it off as it was a game,
you only got one chance to live these days.

Don't you hate yourself a little everyday,
all your regret, come back again,
a simple mistake, left with pain,
hate the way it is and still nothing left.

Don't you hate yourself a little everyday,
telling yourself, it is okay,
it is normal,
but it ain't.

Don't you hate yourself a little everyday.
Well, try love it every minutes even it's pain.

Enoch Mar 23

The weep of star

The star was shining,
the star was blinking,
the star was weeping,
Can you even see it?

Across the universe,
hiding behind the sun,
stay beside the moon,
but there was so few.

The star was hanging,
the star was staying,
the star still weeps,
do even know it?

There was a lot,
friends was what they called,
forgotten since you grown,
There they still weep their thoughts.

The star was sorrow,
the star was memory,
the star was weeping,
Would they ever stopped?