Jeera SnowHer blue eyes
resemble what's inside,
like a little child,
unknown and scared
threatened but unaware,
pale skin and a dry throat
ocean eyes and red thorns,
happy to be alive
saddened she won't survive,
for the blizzard once again
ruled the core of her very heart.
How was your day?There was once a little boy
who'd go to my house every afternoon
"How was your day?"
and of course,
"It was fine."
Then the next day he came to me
with a roll of newspaper in his hand.
"How was your day?"
and as I did before,
"It was fine."
then he handed me the newspaper
and I paid him five bucks,
he smiled and thanked me
then he went on his way.
He came to me the next morning,
with a roll of newspaper in his hand
"How will your day be?"
I looked at him and replied,
"I bet it will be fine as usual."
and then he handed me the paper
and I paid him six bucks.
Things went on like that for weeks,
everytime he comes to my door
he always asks
"How was your day?" with a bright smile,
until one day he didn't show up.
I didn't mind his disappearance
he wasn't my friend
or my relative,
he's just a little boy who has a name
I'm not interested in knowing,
well that's what I thought before
until one night;
I went to my boss' bowling building
Dream of peaceMy mind is like a beautiful scenery,
where grass can grow as they please
and hives that can actually be lived by bees,
where prey and predators are friends
and where birds fly to their hearts' content,
where humans dance like bamboos
with flower crowns on their head,
where race doesn't matter
or what cloth you wear,
where there's only one language,
and there's nothing else to compare,
where there are no weapons
just people and animals living together
in a happy and peaceful way,
where there's no president,
no corrupt senators or mayors,
where there's no war
but just like I said,
it's only in my mind,
I dream about peace and love
and it may sound ridiculous
but I'm not the only one.
SeclusionCrawling down in tears
carrying my childhood fears,
saving my breath for another day
in order for this heart of mine to stay,
lost in my mind,lost in your eyes
lost in all words and all of your lies,
angered by the past full of misery
feared by the people who used to like me,
now I'm at stake of my very own
I will never be as happy now
that I'm alone.
Personality AwarenessI can't
"just feel better",
"just stop worrying",
"just get over it",
"just be happy",
"just control yourself",
I carry the illness,
and you don't know what's it's like
to be haunted by real life nightmares,
whispers from nowhere
and imaginary hurt,
it's hard for me
to control myself
so I won't be able to hurt people,
so I won't be able to hurt their feelings,
I'm really trying to,
why can't you?
Like I doYou bruised me with your words
you slashed my heart with your paranoid yells,
you call me I'm selfish
that I shouldn't be here
and that I don't deserve this
nor should I live,
so I walked alone that road one day
and I never looked back again
but I know there's something
that makes me want to stay,
cause I just want to get rid of the pain...
I have this wounds in my heart,
you slice my brain
you tore me apart,
You told me that there's nothing to gain
and nothing's left a part,
and yet I'm here alone
suffering ,crying till the dawn,
I'm never going back again
I'm never going back again!
But I found myself running to you
you hurt me too
but I love you,
and I don't care if you want me to stay away
because there's no one there
who'll understand you
who'll love you
who'll care about you
just like I do.
No cureOh,dear mum.
I have lost my energy
I have lost my beauty
I have lost the color of my skin
and my rosey cheeks,
I have no hair
and I feel saggy
after the chemotherapy,
I don't know what day it is today
I don't know where I got this sickness
or how it started in the first place,
I don't know why I was chosen to carry this agony
I don't know,mum.
I really don't know,
but I just want you to stop crying now.
I want you to look at me for the last time
and I want you to listen to me....
Mum, there is no cure
so I suggest you buy those yellow carnations
I've been asking for
before I close my eyes.
that plants and animals
don't have souls at all,
Perhaps they have never seen
soullessly just for self pleasure.