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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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!

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.

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67. You loosen your hold.

Before or after going to bed, it doesn’t matter.
with all the thoughts, it’s getting heavier.
Along with time, I take on a strong hold on things.
becoming wary that I may have been tightly clinging.

Mentally, I’m told to loosen up.
yet it’s hard and insomnia can’t be popped.
Indeed, one or two pulls you back to the top.
but those you seek, in caring they’ve stopped.

I guess it’s all over.
I’m too invested in things people don’t bother.
So the last inputs will be the final ones.
To the future, I’m going to run.

Yet secretly, I’m still lurking.
checking out if you need some helping.
But I need to loosen my hold.
since my own needs I’m destroying the mold.

I think years of solitude did the seeking,
of being a person of advice, I’ve been dealing.
Finally it’s time to turn around,
emotional investments, I’m dropping them to the ground.

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to the person who’s always waiting for rescue
I’m going to save myself.
even if it’s difficult
even if the voices say I can’t

I will.
I hope I will.

63. The eagle cries as it hovers on a vast land.

You’re drowning,
dark thoughts looming.
Yet what others view,
is you on a luxurious canoe.

This is what the world has as its routine.
We all look great but our souls are in line with the guillotine.
Because this world demands as to great,
and being weak, lost, and dense are what we hate.

You daydream and wish to escape,
to personal goals you are taped.
Exhausted with the same freaking routine every day,
telling yourself, “Damn, this is not okay.”

Because the world escalated the goals on a pedestal,
which surrounds to anything physical, corporal.
Upgrades and travels, these are what we aim for,
destructing the lucidness of our core.

You realize that when you aim like this there will be no end.
To materialism you will really bend.
You gradually wean yourself from the weight of physical obscurity,
and strive to influence and inspire humanity.

This is where we become the eagles which cry,
and for the real identity of freedom we try.
The beginning of charity ends truthfully today,
and to peace and love as our goals, we stay.

*inspired by events of reality