Fall to Erase

  In the depths of his mind, fear is something he cannot comprehend. 

  He tries to eradicate his inner feelings of sorrow and apprehension. However, they seem to reappear from his head and it eventually became insufferable for him. Calming down was never the option as it would be a waste of effort to begin with. Other than that, he attempts to elaborate on his emotions, just to get used to it. But in the end, his mind just make it worse than before. He felt helpless that nothing can save him and his petrifying brain because some individual may have a lack of empathy for him. In addition, humanity is also part of his own concerns. 

  Fortunately, escaping reality isn’t challenging for him. Besides constantly worrying about his deep thoughts, he also uses his mind to visualise his own utopia, which does help him put his sickenings at the corner of his brain. Whether it’s the sun shining or the moon glows lively or in between both colliding, he frequently dreamt of the improbable without any specific traces of woebegone. Yet, his problems wouldn’t last long in the corner as it has the urge to create a disturbance, causing him to picture the negativity of dystopia.

  Another obstacle is the interaction between humans and his alienated self. Without having to acknowledge himself being antisocial, his head is always upon the clouds; while picturing everyone with masks to inform him that each person is an enigma. He frantically brooded his desire of finding a friend; someone who wouldn’t underestimate him.

  In a daily basis, whenever someone notice his inability of controlling his sentiment, he would recite every reason why he was fine. In that case, preventing his personal burden spreading to the people of his surroundings- despite the fact that he actually wanted to express his encumbrance just to see if society can relate to his problems. But what avoid him to do so is that he perceive the appearance of one’s face, able to predict their weakness, he was forced to tell a white lie.

  Nevertheless, he continued to daydream and once he started, he cannot undo it. Everything around him became a trigger for his fantasy. Until, there was that time he could feel the invisible particles against his skin, he listens to the susurrus of the world while standing on top of it. Looking below, he saw the anguish waves hitting the rocks that serve as sharp objects. He thought that the scenery was marvellous and he suddenly have the urge to join the tides. Without thinking of the consequences, he flew to the bottom and his worries have faded away into oblivion.

  However, that is what he imagined.

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(Originally posted on Wattpad)

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Woe

Sometimes, I almost forget the fact that I am alive.
I tend to look down and pretend to dive.
Last time, I counted the days wherein I felt divine.
Now, I can’t express my thoughts- it is hard to define.
I am living in a sentimental life full of crimes.

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Motherly

Ever since her baby was born,
She was broke and partly torn.
Every day, she uses corn,

Just to make breakfast, lunch and dinner.
She once confessed that she is a sinner.
But to her daughter, she was a winner.

She always take her princess to school.
Then, while waiting for a job, she sat on a stool.
Whenever she saw a delicious meal, she started to drool.

Her daughter is careless- she often get pricked.
Looking at the blood, she decided to lick.
However, she ended up becoming sick.

The mother cooked her daughter’s only food.
She was eating alone and she found it rude.
Her daughter was the only person that will light up her mood.

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The Violin Bleeds Too

His weary violin plays a melancholy symphony that fills the air.
Men and women and those with children are in despair.
Oh- you could hear the melody, the violinist’s far-flung woes.
The ballerina is weeping and dancing on the tip of her toes.

The townspeople were in the state of a sempiternal purgatory.
The sinister sadists paused their tortures to listen to something better than gory.
The man loved her, dearly. But the woman disliked him, sincerely.
Now, he raised his beer, singing the blues in the town of dreary.

The music suddenly stopped by a man who is filled with hatred.
He smashed the violin so hard; his palms were hot and red.
The woebegone tune was completely annihilated.
The man did not regret his doings and that’s what he stated.

The violinist stayed silent; he perceived the man’s sentiment.
The man is having a horrible day, maybe a nightmare he dreamt.
Since the violinist is fair, he picked a violin piece and slit his palm.
The man was disgusted: yet the violinist chose to remained calm.

Then, blood was poured out of the palm to the broken violin pieces on the ground.
“You are disgusting!” Exclaimed the man who can’t stand the dripping sound.
The violinist walks towards the man, then he put his hand on the man’s cheeks.
With blood flowing down, the wind came and the windows began to creak.

The violinist whispered, “You heard the wind, that’s the soul of my violin.”
The man deserves a punishment that would vanish his only sin.
Suddenly, the man heard the tune of a violin playing.
The violinist whispered again, “You heard what the violin is saying, it is now staying.”

The man fell on his knees, he felt the words piercing through his ears.
He deserved to be locked up, the man received what he tried to avoid- his fears.
The violinist decided to leave him alone, because that’s the right thing to do.
Then, he turned around and said, “The violin bleeds too.”

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Last Minute Wave

Upon seeing the shattering look of her face on a late November.

Her last utterance was precious- worth to remember.

Teardrops from the sky camouflaged her real tears.

But her smile never fails to fall- Even when the woe appears.

As a pluviophile, she often danced while the clouds cried.

She was soaking wet, yet her magnificent smile was wide.

When she finished, she looked at the sky above.

She admired it, so much beauty; so much love.

Every time a stranger passed by,

She would wave and say “Hi!”

Some would greet back, others would just ignore.

Then, the thunder would be mad and would angrily roar.

She continued this until she saw someone walking past.

Suddenly, the person unexpectedly gasped.

Her hand had the urge to wave with composure,

The person took a glance and gave her a weird gesture.

Her hand was still waving and the clouds cried even harder.

Her face would light up like a ringing bell.

However, she didn’t even greet or tell,

At the last minute, she cried, “Farewell.”         

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The Paint Refiller

My shirt was filled with red stain,

You thought I was in great pain.

I joked and said it wasn’t mine,

You looked at me and thought that I was fine.

There was a disaster at the town,

You gave me a nervous frown.

I felt really guilty,

But my shirt was completely filthy.

You shouted at me and said that I’m a killer,

I laughed and said I am a paint refiller.

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