Longing happiness

Happier times are rare this days,
estrangered by acts of craziness some celebrations,
appreciating each moment becomes glorious.
Compared to a woman who just wants to know you,
its like a charm but more charismatic,
not pleasently regretful,but your consciousness acts.
So poor yet gladly well it has nothing to do with suffering nor disappointment but beauty.
Happier times are not sinful,
its a part of us we can not hide,
bitter we are indescribable longing,
your heart will rage with great pressure and shes waiting for you to frame the picture,
let it slide,peering through those eyes while pouring your heart.
Its the one you love that makes it a happier time even when we cry.

Dear friend

How old is it,the tittle is in descrite.
Often we be missing you
behaving in an unlikely manner,
how far can it be,shouting and screaming.
Death! Death!! When?...
Though we havin't reached,atleast this time we laughed and giggled.
Those sounds and colours
so pointless to ask for forgiveness,
fearless of whats to come next
atleast we said..."Rest In Peace"
With our voices will tell our differences.
Remember my tears would be invisible,
darkness pilled up along the pathway glowing mysterically,
How old is it,the tittle is indescite
and i'll be missing you
for these moments i spend alone,
depressful days uttering words of my conscience...
Your gone and i'm left alone,
I would be silent,thinking what a delicate memory.
I would be crying,
my tears triumphantly emerge
i would be missing you,
dear friend your not forgotten,
so beware,keep a watchful eye,
for i will hold you dearest when we meet again
somewhere else from here.

To be named

How i became a boy i wonder if it was a mistake.
I never meant to hurt nor cause harm,
how i became a boy would be a tale.
Wait ...i really have to stress this out...
How i was given a name,has nothing to do with unpleasentness.
Always had these feels of despair,enable to speal my last name.
Why me...
Why now...
Why this...
I never want to be named
i never want to be called,
i never want to be labelled.
I want out...
not in the near future.
How i became a boy has something to do with blessings,
so they say...
atleast thats what i heard.
If the sun shines tomorrow,
please dont wake me up,
i want to be born again once more.
But this question will stick to my heart not my mind,
atleast yesterday told be a story.
While today i reach out to the clouds and ask to be named...to be named.

"in time a"So Nn Et"of a love thief "

Right straight in my eye it flew dressed in a greenish colour,
incompetant plant,i stare with mistical eyes.
With rage multiple builts of anger,
I yelled by my first name and wished to bite it to ease the pain of vengeances.
but i was indeed struck by the smell of ecstacy,
i treasured it for it managed to make me cry,
seasons changed,
it let go of its touch and nature smiled backwards.
not even a flinch of tears,
that flashed from out of nowhere,
i lost the count of time.
Either i was sleep walking writing my dream down,
or she was one of a kind.

"I wasn't too perfect,but why the sudden change of heart"

I was sitting alone when a phone call trigued my mind,i paused for a minute before i could pick it up. "hello"i went.She poured her heart out... "I know i may have never been able to say this before to you,face to face. "You comfort me with your presents and your voice" "You made me realise how much life is worth each morning i woke up," "Each time i thought of you,you came unexpectedly to my surprise. "...your a thousand reason for me to see the beauty and gorgeousness of love".I was unable to say a word,she weakned my heart...i was inlove. "If thats how i should describe it myself".We all deserve someone who loves us that much and who is able to show their love to us with tears although we have drift apart.I set there with wonder and patiency got the better of me,and images of our memories flashed before my thoughts.My conscious mind told me to call. "Hello...can i talk to...please?",that was the sound of my voice. "Almost exectly what i wanted to say to you just didnt know how to put it,deep inside my heart i felt the same way". "I wish i was the same guy you met years ago,although Im still am inside,the outside that makes me different,but what we had was precious you have always been my passion".Some how what i said wasnt exactly what i wanted to let out. "Ever wish that love had a voice,and mountains could drift closer than we are..." we both said it at the same time.I continued with my thoughts..."when i said i love you i said it to spite you,so please let me hurt you.Cry because its good,let me go and one day you will thank me" i said.By the time i was close to finish her sweet voice inturruped me with a word that said ..."I Love You"...but hesitated.I held my breath and told her goodbye this time it was a final goodbye...now i question myself,what is it with me and broken love?...

Apart From Love

Could this be over and done with,
With tears in my eyes
I'm not crying
Just improvising
Call it an act of shatterd heart
Call it an act of fearless love.
Here i am with tears in my eyes
Just listening to your voice Those sweet words...
they comfort my bitterd heart
yet they sound like a love song.

The breezing nights with stars in the sky.
Those walks in the park
your smile
Girl that first kiss you undone me.

Scattering images of our memories.
Can you hold it before it drops
Can you catch it before it shatters into a thousand pieces.
Always my first mistake
from my uttering of words,
beautiful,sexy
the most gorgeous girl in the world.

Broken,with a tear drop
i cry with much i hold back.
Yet no tears,
my love says nothing to you.
for your heart i despair
but defenseless
i stood there...
Your smile,your laughter
Im i not worthy enough,
caught me by surprise.
With tears in my heart,
Im no longer a shining star.

but darker than the half moon at night.
Right there my heart beats,
while it skips and i cry no more.

Remember

I'm scared,afraid thats what it's called.Now i'm infuriated and burgeanly frustrated but the anger will flare,because nothing stands in my way.What did i be desclosed over so i break free and name myself a hero,take away my name and i still remain with my voice that would be my image.So remember my words because now i yelled"tell me who you are?"

"Missing piece"

Dreams of a young orbit...drifting away farther no hope no use,like a sorted wave that swip the wind of a baby's face.

No truth nor lies,just searching intensively to seek the heart of it in leverage.Dreams of a young orbit...

Defenseless and worthless,keen to lubricate not lore it down.
Woken in a winter cold like aces that plays lucky charmes.

Douged in silent nights unwilling to rebirth for sometime ago,just ferm with pleasent pityness.

Who utter in a way of praise,sounded like incorenated birds from a broken branch.Non like a love song.

Caution not a warning sign,just to corrupt intentionally...
"silly stories"...
Not ashamed to sabotage the mole of a wise person.

Dreams of a young orbit...hesitating to take a flight.Some day will fall like a saint,after your sins...

correction not there yet,just like when it first began.Riding along to the next stop sign anxious for a break over not success...incomplete the puzzle is still missing a single piece.

°°°°Waving°°°°

Not in my rule book.
°°°°Waving
Goodbye,sad yet unpleasent.
°°°°Waving
Salute,yet not crowned with a perch.
°°°°Waving
bitter yet not scattered,with pain of departured
°°°°Waving
Barely close to say the least,loud.
°°°°Waving
with a fake smile,for you can not bear the pain.
°°°°Waving
Confused yet saying hello!
°°°°Waving
Torn apart,shattered like a solid stone...yet waving goodbye...

Crying

Crying...
tear drop sad smile waving good bye.
Crying...
painful heart aching for happiness laid to rest so sad.
Crying...
one single touch breath taking unable to heal inside.
Crying...
viciously stricks a kiss just to fall inlove like the first time.
Crying...
despair for the wrongful mistakes repeated time and time and again,her sorrows.
Crying...
lost and left alone caged in a shadowed place with no air to freedom.
Crying...
wishing,if only God gave her wings to fly up in the clouds and find comfort.
Crying...
a matter of life or death,if only time could bind nothing would be the same.
Crying...
rather share tears together than rom around like a forgotten story.
Crying...
crying but no tears no feelings of despair just pride,blinded by things that have no beginning.
Crying...
Because she's sorry.

My place of peace

I do not hate,i fear nothing,
yet i beg to be forgiven by the merciful one.
The creator of all things,when i am sad i hang around places that tell me to silence and pray.
Shadows or light he hears my cry and blesses me with guidens.Don't think all stupid hey...i aint.
This place holds alot of memories of when we were young and innocent...now i live to remember the past.

The art of a nightmare Before sun rise

Glints sound of birds interrupted by the squeaks past of cars,so precious it was stolen and replaced with a dusty old spoon.

Emerging,how pityful that innocents hide behind an ignorent face,like a shapeless piece of glass,shame no beginning nor was the end.
What are the expectations,to be crawnd in such tune of heart.

Destroying what has already distructed,not even a terrorist can tell the difference,if only a piece of the sun could be snatched.
The shadowed darkness awaits as if the he deserved such stolen treats,thats before the sun rise. . .

Disintegrated into dust as the wind swifted like a feather dustor emerald wave progresses quicker past,leaving a spark of beauty.The sky blushes like a love struck girl until a pleasent moment that glints like gold,framing the twilight of her face.

No reason to the blazing tumbles,was it a thriller,No! Just a nightmare that kept me away from my gorgeous dream thats because she was in it,pushed over and relapsed on buried silent nights.
Holding back is that instinct that has doubts about wether tomorrow comes.

A dawn of a new day he starts upon the short but dounting just before the sun rise,it was no destination,a light in the deepest darkness arise,once again/alive once more,that was such a horrible dream.

Randomly

I have grown to accept pain in which ever way it stricks,no matter how much we love them,we should learn to let go and move on and no doubt about it "a baby is Gods opinion that life should go on."So rest in peace to those loved ones your memories will live on.

THE CONFLICT BETWEEN US

Slow down this road has an edge ahead at the speed your moving you'll miss the next road sign.
Suppose this was close to the end. . . no more symbols to lead the way.

Its an indiginous moment the truth is crushed down the rocks of a certain mountain washed away by the rivers of many sights to see.
That present time everything got shatterd,clear it was the fields had no colour heavier it became mountains granded down the high way "tell me what more do you want you lied to me?!"he said.

"i could have told you but it would have destroyed you" she said with tears in her eyes,sparkling like a diamond star.A story she told even though nobody listened,look upon the stars and make a wish,that day you were made to believe.Hear me out!

Here is that thought that cross my mind again,these wall tags have been removed like care and respect we kept in our hearts,
painful it was.Shadows have demolished. . .
superior and unique no longer exists like in that movie we once watched.

Sorry that your apologies and tears can not be accepted,but a second chance might be the first step to forgiveness.
Nothing there but rage and descrimination,
let me reach the conclusion-from now on i value to work upon healing the heart for the mind to believe and understand.

STILL 'ARISE

Have i brought an innocent soul to this vicious world to survive on its own.
Left to arise. . .
each day that tells a different story of non expected intensions,for every season that changes,causes a young mind to freeze before a day ends.

For a son of man doesnt see the cause of pain and suffering.
Deliberately tripped over a sheild and a spear,that day he realises. . .Only to find. . .

Pity how life is so unfair,but unfair is those who bring such brighter light to this world and never stayed to see it blossom.which its first breath is a blessing to a one mans treasure.

New beginnings of hope to this unpleasent awakenings,
as one day a son of man shall have his heart fulfilled whth pride and glory,in darker days where light will be shallowed and unknown.(Mystery)

Still i. . .Arise
for when that day comes the will be happiness and no hatred. . .
the will be no need for apologies but love and respect.
for i am your son(TO MY DAD).