1,2,3 Smile

You walked in the park,
portraying your ever so beautiful smile,
childish smile.
Yet it is fake.

You walked in the park,
That has ever so beautiful flowers,
blossoming spring.
But they are weak.

You walked in the park,
and one by one the flowers
that portray beautiful colours,
becomes dull.

And the trees is unattached from its root.
Everything is starting to tumble down.
But you still give your childish smile.
Pretending nothing had happened.

You smile and enchanted the bees,
Then the bees followed you.
The bees work for you.
As to lead you to the next beautiful park.
Once you destroyed the others.

do me a favour

in the darkness, i squinted.
"stupid lights", i muttered.
in the trials of focusing on the tiny black pixels forming virtual alphabets,
i stumbled down as the gravity dragged me down.
"stupid bed", i muttered.

and the day went on ever so blandly.

Envisage

Last night, I dreamt.
A lovely place, flowers were blossoming.
The trees were speaking to each other.
With every single leaves danced with the wind.
The soft, cool breeze.
It was pleasant.
It was spring.

Beside me were my parents.
Mommy on the right.
Daddy on the left.
We were laughing, playing, having a good time together.
At that moment, I wished that I will never grow up.
I want to stay as a kid forever.

It didn't take long to realize it won't be happening.
My parents were taken away from me by monsters.
Demanding obedience from my rebellious parents.
Stagnant on the pavement I stand.
Praying that came out as almost preaching.
Stamping military boots, gunfire, flying bullets, chaos.
All has been taken away from me in a blink of an eye.
It all happened in a split seconds.
But the suffering remains for eternity.

BOOM!
A loud noise drag me out from my dream.
A nightmare.
I found myself sweating, trying to get my bearing back.
The loud noise made me jump off from my bed.
Grab my rifle, pinpoint to the enemy.
Because, I now live in that dream of mine.
A dream that came true.

Perpetrator

The wind is blowing
And my palm is sweating
Nothing is left but whining.

High peaking mountain
Excited blood in my vein
The last victim was slain.

Forest of memory
Screaming so violently
Cultivating the misery.

The birds are free
Flying as far we can see
Will I be like thee?

Delude

The last thing I saw,
Before I let my breath leave me,
Before the soul break free,
I saw you.

Before I fell to the ground,
Before my head sank down,
You caught me,
with the spear of yours.

Straight to this little heart of mine,
straight to where I put you before,
Somehow,I can sense a smile,
on my face.

And somehow,I saw your face,
with a tear glistening in your eyes.

Culpable

I'm awake only to fall asleep again.
I'm asleep only to wake up again.
Day by day,night by night.
That is how it feel without you.

When I'm at the river,I feel close to you.
As the flows carries me through time,
when I was still with you.
But it still doesn't bring me close to you.

When I'm at the sea,the warmth breeze reminds me of you.
The cold water heals my burning heart like you do.
But the strong wave push me back ashore.
And now we are further apart.

Day by day,night by night
minute by minute,second by second
I try to go near to you
I want to be with you
But death has separate us apart.

Look, Dee.

To the dearest friend of mine,
of ours.

To say "I understand",
or "that is not right",
or "you should do this";
it is absurd.
I am not on your shoes,
never have, either.

I am no good,
at comforting,
at listening.
But,
(of course there is a but)
I am quite a fuss;
so here I am,
trying to remind you,
my precious and special friend,
that:
Love is not always about the touches on our skins, but hearts.
Love is not always shown, but felt.
Love is not always about saying, but remembering.

Don't look out the window,
shut the sights down;
their loves are theirs.

And yours is yours.
Yours.
Look inside the walls,
that separates you and the world.
Look deeper in those eyes,
those eyes that has watched over you,
for all your life,
in such love you can't interpret.
Look deeper, my friend,
Look deeper.

You feel it,
don't you?
I know you do.
You have always been.
You have always known that,
haven't you,
my friend?