Emotions, none the same
More or less sensitive
Affecting all differently
Involving the way we cope
Can kill us or make us stronger
Every time you get hurt
A small, tiny piece
of your heart,mind,or soul follows
Rather the situation be big or small
......
So long, those messages begone
never-ending, thoughts forgone
in a box of some chips and wires
those sore thumbs and heart's desires.
Not mind the artist
but oh-so curious of colours,
getting us to paint, a canvas, a another world
where under late moon, around talks of star's shine
those details on and about living life
......
Why do I close my eyes when the forests are dying, bodies of water losing their natural beauty and turning into nightmares, animals crying for help, people suffering from famine and violence, a community of animosity and selfishness is continuously growing at a fast pace?
Why are my ears covered when thousands of innocent children, begging to be nurtured and fed are being abandoned by their parent(s) just because they are not ready for them, the ironic screams of silence and isolation are too loud and are resulting to some serious physical, mental, and emotional consequences, the world around me is shouting for help and slowly tearing apart?
Why do I constantly confuse the smell of poison in the air that I breathe to the smell of a burnt toast, the hazy smoke that surrounds me to a fog, the warming temperature to summer and fun?
Why can’t I taste the difference between a genetically modified food that I stuff my mouth with and can possibly cause my slow death to a naturally and organically grown produce that can help me become healthier and more productive in life?
Why do I go numb and unresponsive to the touch of the fuming monster called technology that we’ve created and fed so much that instead of it being controlled by us, is already controlling us long before we even realized it?
Silence used to be my prison,
a place and a moment from long ago
that made me feel the most anxious,
Most unsafe and broken.
And back then, it was as if light vanished.
Time flew, things changed.
Silence is now my escape.
My haven, my comfort.
......
People like you die young, she said
You don't drink, don't
do drugs, eat healthy, rarely
go out, rarely meet new girls
But you keep on writing, boy, you
keep on writing
and that's enough to outweigh
all the above
......
So long, those messages begone
never-ending, thoughts forgone
in a box of some chips and wires
those sore thumbs and heart's desires.
Not mind the artist
but oh-so curious of colours,
getting us to paint, a canvas, a another world
where under late moon, around talks of star's shine
those details on and about living life
......
You are but one of many, who seek to see the dream,
Chasing the unknown, pressured by your own self esteem,
You are bound by nature, the rules wider than the seas,
An un-caged bird wanting to be set free,
Those stars that you can't count, and those you wish to be,
Those years that you look back, wondering "Oh, what might've been"
Silence used to be my prison,
a place and a moment from long ago
that made me feel the most anxious,
Most unsafe and broken.
And back then, it was as if light vanished.
Time flew, things changed.
Silence is now my escape.
My haven, my comfort.
......
Why do I close my eyes when the forests are dying, bodies of water losing their natural beauty and turning into nightmares, animals crying for help, people suffering from famine and violence, a community of animosity and selfishness is continuously growing at a fast pace?
Why are my ears covered when thousands of innocent children, begging to be nurtured and fed are being abandoned by their parent(s) just because they are not ready for them, the ironic screams of silence and isolation are too loud and are resulting to some serious physical, mental, and emotional consequences, the world around me is shouting for help and slowly tearing apart?
Why do I constantly confuse the smell of poison in the air that I breathe to the smell of a burnt toast, the hazy smoke that surrounds me to a fog, the warming temperature to summer and fun?
Why can’t I taste the difference between a genetically modified food that I stuff my mouth with and can possibly cause my slow death to a naturally and organically grown produce that can help me become healthier and more productive in life?
Why do I go numb and unresponsive to the touch of the fuming monster called technology that we’ve created and fed so much that instead of it being controlled by us, is already controlling us long before we even realized it?
People like you die young, she said
You don't drink, don't
do drugs, eat healthy, rarely
go out, rarely meet new girls
But you keep on writing, boy, you
keep on writing
and that's enough to outweigh
all the above
......