power trip

does silence always mean yes? or is it just a way to get away with it?

does silence mean peace? or is it just a way not to create chaos?

does silence mean calmness? or is it just a way to hide the fear and doubt?

does silence mean stability? or is it just a way to keep your trembling?

does silence mean contentment? or is it just a way to hide insecurities?

does silence mean you like it? or is it just your way not to hurt?

perhaps

silence…a sure great way to express that not a tiny care you have

silence…almost synonymous to whatever you say

but

why are people afraid to talk?

what’s there to be afraid of?

why be a coward when we only got a short life to live and love?

why is it so hard to pull the words out?

hopeful still, one day, enough courage you will have

to speak up, talk it out loud, let your heart out

that would be music to the ear even if the words would hurt

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it may hurt now but let’s keep it this way

i may not understand a lot of things but let’s keep it this way

this is not how it’s supposed to be but let’s keep it this way

i may have a lot of questions but let’s keep it this way

it sure will bring me to tears but let’s keep it this way

i may want to hold hands with you but let’s keep it this way

beautiful mistake, indeed it was

you were peace in the midst of chaos

regrets, i have none

i choose to keep it this way

don’t stop

What’s stopping you from wanting to hold my hand?
What’s stopping you from wanting to talk?
What’s stopping you from wanting to lean?
What’s stopping you from expressing your mind?
What’s stopping you from wanting to argue?
What’s stopping you from wanting to teach?
What’s stopping you from sticking around and staying?
What’s stopping you from showing you care?
What’s stopping you from wanting to see me?
What’s stopping you from wanting to hug?
What’s stopping you from loving?
What’s stopping you from showing your feelings?
What’s stopping you from wanting to be with the one you love?

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how can silence be ever so beautiful in the middle of the noise

how can simplicity give joy in the middle of complexity

how can simple acts bring so much hope in the midst of being hopeless

how can holding hands give so much security in the middle of  instability

how can leaning bring so much assurance in the midst of doubt

how can time be so precious when you almost have nothing to spare

you even wished you had powers to freeze it

how can two people meet from different worlds, make the most of it but to be together is way out of reality

 

well

when i think of you, my mind starts to wander

when i think of you, it’s both happy and sad

when i think of you, one day it’s full of hope

when i think of you, the other day becomes hopeless

when i think of you, my eyes start to water

when i think of you, it feels home

when i think of you, it also feels running away

when i think of you, feels like i’m ready

when i think of you, scare no, worry scares me

when i think of you, no matter how i would want to smile, it always leaves me to solitude

everytime i think of you, it always feels like on a cliff

whether to stand or to jump

 

hoping one day, enough courage will i have

not to think of you

 

irony

when you thought of closing the book, it stays open

when you thought of not questioning, it gives an answer

when you thought of not talking, he communicates with you

when you thought of running away, he walks with you

when you thought of leaving, he stays

when you thought of crying, he laughs with you

when you thought of letting go, he holds your hand

 

tiny world

a month ago, you were stepping on cloud nine

a month ago, you were in an unexpected bliss

a month ago, you were smiling ear to ear

a month ago, spark turned fireworks

a month ago, you wished it stayed this way forever

a month ago, you had a dream in reality

little did you know, falling into trap

little did you know, creating chaos

little did you know, wanting to hold onto it longer

little did you know, hoping to get it deeper

but

different worlds, that’s where you both belong

same book but you were on a different page

it’s now time not just to turn the page but to close the book

it was pretty a good book, anyway.