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

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.

151231 BTS Jimin

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

 

62. The truth oozes as the shell cracks.

It isn’t wrong to be strong.
In trials, we try to hold on for so long.
We’re taught to display what is good and happy,
women can’t always lead and men can’t be sappy.

The world is revolving in new media,
and the number likes and loves are the new quota.
I fell into this endless swirl of superficiality,
that I forgot to focus on the needs of humanity.

There are screams of injustice and oppression,
then there’s no aid for people falling to depression.
We dedicate ourselves in battling opinions,
and ignored the call for a peaceful union.

The past months were hectic,
personally, deadlines were tragic.
Along my way, I lost the true light.
The goal for humanity lost in sight.

I was wondering what I wanted to buy,
when suddenly I realized I heard a cry.
It is collective cry of despair,
for I have been, to this world, become unfair.

The shell cracks and the ugliness appear,
the ‘fake-ness’ of this world becoming clear.
We must stand up and fight the shallow reception,
and strive to become peaceful nations.

*inspired by Easter (a blessed one, y’all)
*a gudetama for a title-pun

 

58. Now, I’m awake.

I close my eyes,
and I hear the goodbyes.
Yet I still fall asleep,
there’s no use for this to be kept.

Timelines we’ve breached,
as to your hands I reach.
The yearning is stronger,
even so I fall harder.

Memories I forget as I wake up,
I search for someone to make it stop.
You reach out to my cold hands,
and write something for our secret bond.

I rise up,
and I climb the mountain top.
Now, I am awake,
for you, this love, it’s what I take.

*inspired by Kimi no Na Wa (yes, yes I’m late) [even so the scenes from the movie were so familiar ;;;;; where did I watch it?]
*no photo for this one (please listen to Bump of Chicken & Radwimps)