I see the moon
A soft cast of white,
An ocean of love,
I come back to life
Chill down my spine
The moon becomes mine
Are we destined to be?
An impossible love perhaps
I’ll melt with the stars
Next to it shall be
a hidden love in the darkness,
I must be under a spell
For I am drawn to it like magic!
One look and I’m lost
What could I imagine?
Were we linked in the past?
Now, my muse, you have become
In love with the moon?
Of course, how could I not ?
Humanity dawns
The people are ruled
But there are the people who reign
Who crave power—
It is what restrains the ruled
Suppression is an investment
For the nation’s growth
Or is it?
The beginning of an end
The process of elimination
Of fellow men or not
As his position becomes more potent
No longer do the people work for the country
It is him and only him, centered upon
It is him, and only him who is valid
His words are carried out
And the words carry the people
The words are to be esteemed
The words are strong
Indoctrination.
They infect
Propaganda.
Finalization of his position
Finalization of authority
He has absolute control
But as greed propels him
He seizes the opportunities
His nation grows
His nation is full
But continues to consume
To the point where she is sick
And so is everyone else
Given a point where it can no longer sustain
Its inside roaring, ready to implode
Snap—as it tumbles down
The collapse of skyscraper scaffoldings
Humanity dawns
The people are ruled
But there are the people who reign
Who crave power—
They rise into position
And vigorously devour once more
The Dictator.
Gallop, gallop, and up the mound
His fellow men are on the ground
Fear shall not, but the tears he’s got
What has he got, his men are shot!
Advance! Advance! Don’t miss the chance!
So gamble forth, the game of chance
The losses, the losses, why more?
Forgot the oath that he once swore
His saber that once shined so bright
Now where’s the sword that had thy might?
The mournful deaths are here to stay
As seconds pass, troops astray
Shining in the sunlight, sits cold by night
Beauty by sight, but warmth is not right
Descending from the heavens above
In appearance of a small white dove
The dizzy blur that obstructs your vision
Inconsistent chaos like static in a television
Outline the edge of the world
Divine aura as they twirl
I sit in silence by the windowsill, reminiscing
Of the times I waited for this wicked-angel to arrive
As the boy returned from the village,
The wear in his body was visible.
The bones in him were trembling,
And his bones were weak and feeble.
And once he’d reached his limit,
He’d collapsed as though made of cards.
With his supper flying about,
And his body hitting the ground hard.
His brain trying to retrieve the items,
His body failing to do so.
Him lying on his back,
Too frail to sit up.
As he looks up at the glimmering sky,
At the clouds dancing,
He pictures different shapes and creatures,
“And that one’s like a horse prancing!”
Before he could blink it had already turned night,
And yet he was still enjoying himself,
Lying beneath the stars,
“Those look like… a shelf?”
Hours passed, his body still aching,
His fabric of reality getting folded.
Through the rock and stone,
He’s found the gold.
Some people have strings that pull them down
Like balloons stuck low, they can’t leave now
People laugh if they try to fly
Even though their colours fill the sky
Some hold hands and hate starts
The kind of hate that breaks hearts
They’re told, “Don’t be like that, it’s weird.”
Even though love should always be cheered.
Some have skin that’s not the same,
Some are hated for how they came,
They’re hated and hated because of their shine,
Even though their shine fills the sky.
Someday I hope the strings disappear
And every balloon can cheer and feel no fear
No hate, no laughs, no pulling down
Just colours floating all around.
I’ll always have this
numbness and
emptiness in me.
I’ll never be fully happy,
some part of me will always
be hollow.
Even if it’s a very small part.
My mind doesn’t settle for one thing.
Not completely.
I’ll always have imperfections,
I’ll never be perfect.
I’ll always doubt myself,
even if I get told
I’m more than good enough.
I’ll never settle with a positive
opinion about myself.
I know they aren’t true,
but I’ll never feel like they are.
I’ll never feel worthy
I’ll always stay humble.
I’ll always know,
But I’ll never feel it.
I loved you like the sun loves the sea
I drowned in your golden sparkling waters
The pattern of your tides is engraved onto my soul
I let the water fill me up for the first time
I let the strong current of unspoken love take me.
Warm, and beautiful, and safe, and pure.
Until the sun went in.
The water turned cold
And without warning I was left in a freezing, wild sea that didn’t want me.
Lungfuls of icy water I couldn’t cough up
I was drowning again
But this time
Without you
Riding public transport and conversing, and yet there is nobody.
Sometimes it is the worst feeling ever,
like when your mother comes home and tells
stories about people at work that you
don’t know and don’t care about, that
you want to drown in your emptiness.
The burden of these thoughts weighs
heavy on your mind and yet the
ones you love are the ones who hate you the most.