It’s easier to hate than empathize.
But,
hating people is exhausting.
Category: Writing
Un-rhymed lines and broken heart stories. A poem made over grammar mistakes. Every words between every colors.
Red Dimmed Light
The red dimmed light in a small room full of people.
Still with hundreds of flashing light and some screams.
It might be different than the arena.
But I guess you’ll never tell us.
On the very reason why.
With the strumming sound and faster beat.
This is where you will sail off for more years to come.
At least we know, there’s more to come.
There will be more reasons to wait.
There will be more reasons to believe.
Let’s live this for forever more.
Pause and Repeat
I think I’ve lost count to how many nights I’ve been spending in this hospital. Yet, here I am again, lying down on a thin blanket on the floor. Awake, waiting for the day to change. I’m not fond of the hospital room, but weirdly enough it’s been a second home for these past months. I don’t know whether it’s a cry for help or another sentimental night. My eyes got tired and I think I’ve broken my body with not enough sleep and lack of nutrition. I gulp down vitamins to keep me awake, but my mind was slowly broken.
Will we ever recover from this? Will we ever survive this?
I don’t know how to contain fear in a small jar and wrap it into the glittering world of happiness. I don’t know how to stay sane in the world of small thoughts and conspiracies. Yet, we continue breathing in and out on this entire space of beams and fast lane. Taking all odds, catching favors, grabbing lights and stars, living the farthest our eyes can reach.
This has been a good rest. After all, we are always better than we think we are. Let’s hit play and survive this.
On The Loop
I wish I could write more, so the anxiety and the sadness will fly away.
But the world has been busy.
I tried to stay on the loop,
only to feel more tired.
There are more words I want to let go of.
But it stays between the ticking clock.
I wish I could stay awake longer, so I won’t miss anything along the way.
I need more time.
But the world has been busy.
GOLD
Maybe we failed to understand what the sound was all about.
Maybe we failed you for believing false hope.
Or maybe you failed us by releasing the anger and the confidence.
Yet we know there’s something about you that will never fade.
Through hundreds of wavelength, sending thousands of message.
To us, for you.
The few first steps are always the scariest.
The few last steps are always the hardest.
You have both opportunities today.
Please stay warm.