Part (II)

She once thought wishing on a star was truth, but it’s just a fairy tale,                                                                                                                                                              too foolish to keep expectation, part of flesh resting in rib cage easily frails.                                                                                                                                                         Storm of memories, flooding thoughts with no dead end, no escape,                                                                                                                                                      don’t let them draw; don’t let them mould, I deny to be the way they shape.                                                                                                                                                       Take away the breaths; snatch the soul, grab as hard as you may well,                                                                                                                                                              for maybe you are uninformed, precious pearl always grows in a shell.                                                                                                                                                          Hold her wrist, feel the heat, hold it so tight so you can feel the beat,                                                                                                                                                             just hope you might find an exit from this illness of self-conceit.                                                                                                                                                           She holds right to choose her way, stop marking the start and ends,                                                                                                                                                          stop being her enemy, if you can’t be kind enough to be a friend.                                                                                                                                                          Nor complaints, neither grudges, just a humble and polite request,                                                                                                                                                         let this girl fill the pages herself, for it’s not yours but her test.

(continuation of part I from January 14, 2015.)

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Dark End

There’s just another door, I knock on it everyday, yet I hear nothing what it wants to say,
Does it warns me of the fear, something that might break me on the way,
My heart’s already shattered, broken bones with flesh ripped off,
Within a bunch of nasty people, can’t reveal the pain but just boff.

Meet my own self everyday, when I lie on the floor watching the clear sky,
They never know the presence, but once you travelled far, nothing but cry,
The tank of patience is too full, it demands to burst, please don’t pour too much,
I am completely disabled, too hopeless, not even able to cover distance with crutch.

Blind Truth

For they think I tell a tale, no sire! my words hide, hidden meaning,
For everyone’s playing mind games, then whom are you believing.
For if life was just a fantasy, probably we would have lived it better,
For maybe things we think don’t matter, would have mattered,

For we simply believe, wish gets granted wishing on a star,
For still get scared when someone promise to walk with us that far.
For I know its hard to trust blindly, but you are aware nothings for forever,
For neither are we fools, yet nor are we extremely clever.

Alive am I

I have lived a million times, and so have I died,
I have lived in ignorance, and so was I guide.
I have lived in peace, and so have I felt pain,
I have lived with lost soul, and so have I with gained.

I have lived with wonders, and so have I with mysteries,
I have lived in present,and so I have in histories.
I have lived with eyes closed, and so have I with open,
I have lived mended, and so have I broken.

Unknown fear

I feel doth so much, yet little do I say,
What hath been planted on the way.
This world’s too small, yet troubles are great,
All that I can do is to patiently believe in fate.

What else could go wrong, stuck already in storm,
Well if this is the act then, I am ready to perform.
I am quite but can’t stop the waves and tides,
Let’s just walk and uncover what darkness hides.

Young Love (1)

Hear her cry in the darkness of night,
for yet, moon’s not ashamed to give her light,
Wet cover reveals her tale every morning,
She remains wide awake, though all snoring.

Doors remain shut, window’s wearing silk garments,
four walls hiding her away with candle its ornament,
but though in silence one day she heard a song,
she could now hear her heartbeat, it’s been so long.

Undressed the window to look for the owner of that voice,
Who made her stoned heart melt into ice,
A young lad leaning on tree, stood still till horse graze,
All that she could do for now, stand before to gaze.

Bitter or Better…

I am not a shadow, for don’t suppose me to follow your footsteps,
I consider thinking million times, for I may collapse if I leapt.
I fear sorrows with sudden boom, life forced me to gloom,
Still I hide within swallowing nightmares, giving bliss some room.

This is the only life, no sir; I have no additional lifespan,
For, life is just a bitter poison that we and ones before drank.
There’s an easy course, yet I choose to drive through rough path,
I might breakdown more, or may build up by something that it hath.