75. It’s the night that rivals you.

The time we dedicate to sleep,
that’s when my thoughts go deep.
Thinking about things,
I pry away the darkness they bring.

The moon shines bright, full.
I try to be happy and let other’s be fooled.
Because at night is where it begins,
when my thoughts become severely mean.

Yet the moonlight reflects and kiss my face,
saying, “Honey, there’s not so much bad days.”
It’s sweet and the moon smiles serenely,
it’s this solace at night that fights calmly.

So yes, the night rivals you.
It makes me whole and calm too.
The quietness of everything settles at night,
even without you from my sight.

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74. You can’t sleep that well.

They linger somewhere,
somewhere hidden so there’s no one who cares.
You try to fight back against them,
but you end up looking like a mayhem.

It should’ve been a blooming garden,
yet it’s just dirt like all it has ever been.
You still try and water the remaining,
“Failure” is what you’ve been hearing.

You can’t sleep that well, I know.
I’m afraid to the dark you’ll go.
At least, the sunset reminds you of life.
Then that’s then you fight back against the strife.

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I try to fight back.

72. You probably should chase the shooting stars.

This night isn’t different from the other nights,
where dreams are where we travel to various sites.
We fly without the wings,
where we’re accepted and understood as equal human beings.

However, there come times,
where these dreams to others are like crimes.
Wrong and unreliable,
where the human standards are indiscernible.

These days are the painful ones.
It’s where to nothingness we run.
These are the nights without the stars,
and we reveal our hearts full of scars.

But if we have dreams why do have to stop?
we all have the desire to reach the hearts’ true top.
So no matter what, we’ll chase stars above,
even if there’s pain, all we have to do is love.

To the shooting stars, we will chase.
Unforced and to each of our set pace.
To us who fulfill all our dreams,
loving continuously, so it seemed.

I was afraid of what others may say (I still am). But how will I reach my sky if to myself and to my dreams I always lie?
Let’s start!

70. We leave those metaphors.

I used to write about the stars,
and people forget about the scars.
Because with dreams we feel secure,
and escaping seemed like the cure.

I was speaking about the sun,
to hide the truth of the waning fun.
I think the past was about hiding,
hiding the pains which until now sting.

When everybody sees you as okay,
I think that’s when they decide not to stay.
I felt that strength comes from within,
yet this is the loneliest I’ve ever been.

But now, I leave those metaphors.
and I drop the pretense, of course.
Yes, I was and I am not okay.
but I will fight and in this course of life, I’ll stay.

Things will fall into place eventually, one step at a time.
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69. The colors fade and darkness consume it all.

Right and left, everything’s bad.
what’s with the news? again, something sad.
What do we gain from all these hate?
can we still unite or it’s too late?

The sparkling lights disappear,
even the rainbows become unclear.
Yes, the sun still rise from the east,
but the darkness still consumes like a beast.

Details of war are splayed upon us,
each of us has an opinion to pass.
Yet the most essential thing is what we forget.
where we need to become advocates for peace to be set.

Blaming isn’t the best solution,
it’s not even from assuming through race or religion.
The terror brought by any act of destruction,
this is where everybody must focus with determination.

The colors with fun can’t be seen at all,
but in darkness we must listen to the call.
We must not give up and protect the peace of everyone,
until the pains and the reasons of these will be gone.

World Peace