Live. More. Now.

Words fleet though not outward

As if burned to ashes, crushed to shards.

Unspoken poems by an unheard bard.

Fertile soil, un-tilled yard.

A skinny little quiet boy sat near the wall

of a room he has never seen before.

He noticed faces he didn’t recognize

seem like they were comfortable and familiar.

Soon he realized he can’t find his mother

who left him there, with other children left by theirs.

It was hundreds of miles away from the first school he attended to

but he didn’t really care.

It was a few miles away from home

but it was okay.

Losing sight of his mom, who was just outside

was what gave him a scare.

But occasionally she would take a peek inside

and after a few, she wondered about his teary eyes.

He catches a glance whenever she does and so he tries

what he could to stay calm and not let her see him cry.

I can feel my heart beat, even without placing my fist on my chest. I can feel my lungs grasping for air as my mouth tries to let out the words trapped by the bars of fears. I can feel my eyes fixed at yours, trying to memorize the details of your iris, while studying your pupils. I hope they dilate as how mine does because of you. I hope that would be because me. I hope our heartbeats are rhythmic, playing a harmony. I hope you’re also grasping for the same air I do, trying to let the same words be heard by our waiting ears. Even so, I wish for this moment of almost to freeze, and maybe last a little longer. This moment when fear and joy mix, while anticipation and doubt dance. When walls of secrecy crumbles and its debris fall as truth finds its wings to fly to our awareness. That moment of honesty, freedom, grace and justice, overcoming the fear stupidly held for too long. 

I never hoped for you to feel this even though back then, I did, because of you.

And now I feel bad because I don’t think I could care like how I used to.

Maybe I grew too far apart.

Don’t worry though, it’s gonna be over, someway or another.

Hoped some of the thoughts, persistent enough that I had to wish it be washed away, be washed away.

A third mug of tea

while I try to set my thoughts free

into a piece of paper

so they wouldn’t just wither.

Seriously though, I needed that reprimand. I was out of line. Thanks.

A love that is undeniably true eclipses a love that was thought to be and conserved simply because of being legitimized by a perceived authority. The former holds the universal verity for if the latter does, there wouldn’t be infidelity in the first place.

(May only be applied to cases of actually loving a person that is not the marital partner. Casual fuck out of douchebaggery, or maybe boredom, type of infidelity not included.)

(It seemed sound logic when I first thought of it. Now I’m not sure.)

We forgot that we chose to live.

And this is not just something to believe.

We forgot that it is our conscious choice.

Or it was, before we even had a voice.

And when we start to realize that all the answers are inside

We will start to recognize every lie they ever told us.

Now, don’t fear being responsible with your life

Because it is yours 

Have you inserted your own will

On your recent decisions?

Or have you kept your mouth shut

And obey what you were told?

So would you want to be awakened?

Fully rise from this slumber?

Or would you let the Gods make the calls

And just stay asleep forever?

Don’t just agree with what most people think. Greatness is not on the average demographic yet.