My Fist and the Moon

It doesn't really hurt to punch the moon...
So I keep on punching it.

Thoughts Over Black Coffee

They say solitude is addictive.
But I don't want to blame solitude for everyone's addiction.
I believe it is the taste of freedom that really drives us not to be chained again.

Just a thought while sipping my black coffee on a late Saturday night.

Scentless

Could I blame you?
With pointing fingers,
Endless accusations,
Lame alibis, and excuses.
Guilt stricken,
Punishing rebels.
Stripped me off my senses,
Breathing without a scent.

Could I dare you?
Save me from myself.
Grip less reach,
Grievous speech.
Endless fights,
Aimless flights.
We are helpless creatures,
Created for your amusement.

Could you bring back
What I've lost?
The faith once carried me
To the heavenly coast.
In a blink of an eye
I'll be lost.
Hold me tight,
Bring me back to the light.

We are all born in this world looking for love, but sometimes, we settle for attention. - Armed

Mornings at the balcony.

Spilling Pills

We are hated cause we're great,
We are lied to cause we're kind,
We are the target cause we're strong,
And all we could do is overcome.

And there's no cure for their insecurities,
No therapy for their disabilities,
No doctor could heal
So let the drugs and pills spill
Choking the inner core of their skills
Purge their inner animosity
Change their way to humanity.

Till then we are to be hated,
To be lied to and be the target.
But we keep on rising,
Strong, triumphant, and overcoming.

Morning Peak

"I think I need a sunrise, I'm tired of the sunset" - Boston (Augustana)

EMPTY

Home is not a place,
It is a moment.
Moments when you feel safe,
Happy, and contented.

But time changes our hearts,
It makes us long for
Things we don't have,
Things that are not there.

In a home where it no longer
Fits and saves you
From your monters,
It's no longer a home for you.

When all that is left is empty
Spaces that can no longer fill.
Time makes you lonely,
Time can no longer heal.

Growth becomes stagnant
Like waters of the dead.
All living but decaying,
All dying inside our heads.

And time will surely
Tell when spaces are filled,
When emotions are healed,
Till then, everything is empty.

Giigwishimowin

Could I meet you again for the first time?
Rewrite everything from day one,
Take back all the wrong things we've done,
And never ever cross that line.

Wish we had a little more time,
Before I walked out all alone,
Regret eats me to the bone,
Reliving those memories so fine.

Winter's clock stopped the time,
Snow has long been gone,
But I still shiver under the sun,
Autumn chills never left my side.

Am I your greatest disappointment all this time,
Cause I refused to be the perfect victim - damn!
Of these crimes waiting to be done,
All the lies of love lurking behind the mist of time.