It doesn't hurt any more than it was supposed to
That's how powerful
that crossed me.
And that's how powerful it makes me.
There is nothing else right now.
So maybe, just maybe, I’m the light.
If this is what she wanted.
This is what you asked for.
This is what I decided.
Why isn’t anybody happy now!
If you think it’s crazy writing to fictional characters, you’d probably not known a one so well.
Isabelle. Vianne. Antoine. Sophie. Rachel. Gaeten. Jullien.
Every single name is ringing in my ears since the last three days. I do not like eating, sleeping, rest aside doing anything else.
Our history books didn’t quite capture the acute longingness those men, women, and children had to suffer or the trauma that carried along even after the war.
And amidst everything, there was this fierce, heart of a lion, young beautiful girl of nineteen who would know love and war, and passion and survival. Only at the end, to face death, in the arms of her beloved. It happened infront of her family, her home. The Nightingale. She teaches me so many things. She’s a hero.
Until last year, the war usually meant the second or the first world war. Today, the word ‘war’ reminds of 2022, and it’s heart wrenching.
Tonight I'd rather enjoy this calm
of free thinking thoughts ringing alarm
Sheepish of my ways long foregone
I'm misconstrued by what's going on
Maybe it's okay to leave what's not
In control and rolling short
The pretty distant nuances of times
Laughing at me for forceful rhymes
I write lyrics for singers you won't hear
Oh, and that was a dream when ya'll cheered
Make-believe world is so beauteous
When it strikes - Game's Up - it's already dusk
No one else would know the way I love
No one else would know the way I hurt
If you ever want to cry die a little more inside Unable to let out Emotions that you hide Remember that, If you can't put on your smile fake it till you make it If you can't pull yourself together fake it till you make it
I wore my heart upon my sleeve
to live a broken piece of dream
I fight back, fall in, fall apart
nothing aches like a broken heart
Set fire to me, I'll burn
to rise as bright as the sun
I'm drowning in an ocean of grief
Let me, so I can set myself free
It's hard, but it has to be
But how could I not see it coming
Not once, not twice, not thrice
The heart takes the cut precise
There is confusion, how do I act
all these emotions distract
Like dark, deep, dangerous end
That circles, like play-pretend
No shields, no armour, I need
It's a battle I win or lose, I bleed
I walk barefoot with pieces glued
Cause I got no chances to lose
It's funny how placid I fought
I could have let out the thoughts
A stronger self I got to build
Cause not all dreams go unfulfilled
I am glad how it'll lead me miles
It's just that it'll take a while
And when the darkest night hits
It breaks my heart to bits
The vicious cycle of hurting ends right here today self realizations, reality-checks I let me liberate I do not intend to write anymore 'cause I got no perfect endings self realizations, reality-checks help me liberating
I often contemplate the past
then go about ruminating the future
as if everything could last
I hum and haw to the musings
then fast forward to a dark vestige
in search of broken wings
It's much of a wandering
this time is so perfect to write
about imperfect endings