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Outlines of your ribs following the steps of the moon it staggers, Dark dungeons linked with mysterious towers, Busting of crescent satellite in flares, Would you be so kind as to shoot the stars, If not, I don't know where we'll land, Would you be as generous as to guide me to your addicting tars, I couldn't get them out of my mind, Would you be willing to release my heirs, I wouldn't want them to grow up crude, I beg of you to open the cage of malice, If not, you'll wish I gave you up since.

actually-- im tired af . like seriously . im tired with me . im tired with all the circumstances , bit by bit . im tired to fight against me tbh :) like -- right now . im just waiting for some turning point for me to break down . and i also dont know when actually things gonna happen . u see-- before this . like some time ago . i felt way worst than this .  i was in a deeply deep sorrow with no ending downhearted . but yeah at some point-- when i started to open up . when--  i have some people trying to reach me out . its kinda felt nice . no word could delineate how grateful i was back then . and i being whom u see now . but there's a saying . " good times didnt last forever " right ?  i started to get tired u see-- if i go back to who i was before , did everyone still wanna befriended me ? this is me thinking stuff-- just stuff .. idk . its bothering me and i hate it so much :) i also know that the process to recover mental health is far more worse cause you have been t...

She feared silence, Coz in silence she could hear The screams of devil inside, The noises that were tearing her apart, As she didn't knew where to start And how to confide. The noises in her mind added to chaos, That she could never succeed in escaping, She wonders if she had been avoiding people,Or her own self this long, As now her own voice seemed to be fading. She tries, and cries coz she fails to pass through, It feels like everything is lost, And there's nothing she could do. But the power she holds inside, Will make the light shine bright, sometime, Now she's got nothing more to loose, And can begin her beautiful journey from the starting line. It isn't easy, but her fears don't control her anymore, The voices in her mind are heard, And she grows stronger than before .

Into her life , a tear did fall , Cleanses the wound , of the past that crawled , She struggled so hard to get up and run , waiting for the brand new life , only to seal this broken heart she feel , Understood , offering not even a single tear , gifts , weighted heart , difficult to bear or surrending to the unfair world , could only be a regret throughout year , Memories of stolen childhood , had tattoed into her soul , tears became her new ornament ,  that the life wants her to pay as a toll , Her screams , gone unheard , her silence , gone crime , her tears , gone wasted , her life became useless , but still she rose , learnt to fly with those broken wings , doesn't need the pillow , to share her tears , climbed up , from cliff of hurtful stories , and spread her wings , to chase for her little Big secret dreams.. : Dump - lylaa 28/10/21

Some part should be skinny , and others must be full . The face symmetric , not anorexic , Unless you are talking about belly , that should be flat . But below the back , it should be all jelly ,  The butt can wiggle but when the arms jinggle drop and give me six , The legs should be sticks and not too thick , and cellulite is social suicide , another feature you have to hide , Where is your thigh gap ? It is the best you skip that nap . Better to ride a bike ,  A 10 miles hike , become the one boys like , round breasts on your chest , with smooth skin , the recipe for a win , We don't like thin , and we don't like fat , and when you have acne , stay in your habitat , the scars on your face , are undeserving of embrace , It needs to be fix . We have our values mixed .

The very thing that distinguishes us both is that I wouldn't hesitate to choose you in every lifetime ,  But you wouldn't even choose me in this one ...  And although I gave you my flesh and bones , I know I cannot love you into loving me . So there you are .. Overflowing with my love and here I am pleading for a droplet of yours or whatever I could salvage . But there must come a time where you recognize that the grieves of someone hurts a lot less than forcing them to be apart of you . And I know I should not beg for love . But just once , I wanted someone to be afraid of losing .. me .

  If I say that I love you more now , Then will everything be beautiful again? Will you love me back more? Or will the things never be the same? Will you see the tears that hide  behind my painted smile , terrified? Will you see my efforts and ever realise how hard I tried? Will you console me even before  I break apart? Will you not hear what my mind says, but listen to my heart? Will you see the beautiful girl inside the beast, that is causing destruction now? Will you abandon me again  or love me anyhow? Will you see the love behind my possessiveness, care and anger? Will you forgive me when I'm really guilty  about what I blabbered ? Will you be mine ever again? Then, I wake up from the nightmare realising I am quite better on my own and surviving happily,  While my heart sighs on hearing  my mind lie so beautifully.

I have often thought that authors have the easiest job in the world . The artwork they make , after all , is just a few lines on a page , usually not even extending margin to margin -  How long would that take to even write poem , about five minutes ?  Maybe ten at the most, if you wanted it to rhyme or have a repeating meter . For a pieces of story ? tales ? fictional book ? take days maybe , Why ?  I could even start to write in the morning and produce a book of poetry by dinnertime . I could also start to compose story just as fast as the lightning touch the ground and finish to produce at least a book with 10 chapters in it by the end of the day . But we all know that it isn’t that easy. Anyone can come up with enough words finishing one piece , but the authors job is about writing the right ones .  The right words and story that will change lives , making people see the world somewhat differently than they saw . The right words can make a reader who relies on th...

There are this one girl , Her bangs falling on her forehead , Rest of her hairs waving around like a beautiful mess , The smiles which adorns her face , Her beauty making my heart race , Her curls bounce as she jumps up and down , Her feet move so fast when she goes round and round , She looks like a hyper horse , With her hand swinging around lazily , Once again she runs off in her own world , Standing for a few seconds before , Running away bouncing happily , She looks so sweet , so beautiful and carefree . I can see the clothes she put on her tiny frame , Her milk teeth and her fragile hands , I can hear the thumps of her feets wherever she lands , I can still hear her eerie laughters as she play , I wonder who is she , Why can't i see her ? Yet i know her like i know myself , I wonder if she will be back again ? Now , that tiny body who has all the happiness grew up so much , I became the worst version of her , the bigger one too .. But i know somewhere within my heart , reside...

 Yeah , I know that this is not what people settle for when they pursuit to love . what is it ? I guess it is the one who people spell as the " E N D " . But I can no longer find myself interested in the relationships as of now . I see them as momentary and pointless . I tend to look for things which actually add values to me ( which is not that bad ) . Something that i could personally treasure , cherishes and adore it for the rest of my life . Intangible things and assets that can't be seen but only participated with - COMPANIONSHIP  I wish and I hope I can add value to someone else life just as I wish they can add some to mine . The changes of our effort left will eventually remain as permenant . It would stuck in our memories as reflection of an apparition who once used to be an entity or a person which can be distinguished as a personality if we part ways in the future .  But I hope we won't . I pray that we won't .

  Hey bro ! I mean ... Hi . It's me . I mean .. Me .. , How am i being now ? Not that great , not that bad either , so-so . well... It is hard isn't it ? To understand me , to see the real me . I am still the same person dude , the insecure one ,  the one with the huge doubt for the world ,  the one who didn't care about people whereabout , The one who seems strong but deep inside , The one who craved such enormous sum of attention from others . A little bit of it should be fine I guess . A little that fine for me to assume that people still care about me :) . Hmm.. Hey ! yeah ... It's still me . I need you to see me now or whenever ,  To sit , chat and get to know me , I need you to break down the brick that I welded . The huge block that I build to protect myself . I need someone who can break it and see inside it . The one who can held my hand , and told me that it's all fine , That everything is gonna be okay , That I don't need to count on it anymore . Yup ...

People will do anything, no matter how absurd, in order to avoid facing their own souls. One does not become enlightened by imagening figures of light, but by making the darkness conscious.

The thing about life, It comes as a surprise, None is in control of what to come, As we are all passengers in a train of thoughts. Wondering and thinking, And trying to picture, What the next chapter entails. Life is a school, An institution of learning, With no teacher or lecturer, And everyone is a student. It's where you learn to rise when you fall, And try again when you fail. This is where the struggles we face, Makes us stronger everyday, And the choices we make, Open doors to places we didn't know. We learn to adapt and grow, As new pages unfold, Of stories untold. You may say it's a journey, An endless cycle of adventure. A dive deep in the ocean, Or snowboarding down the everest. A hike in the amazon, Or a ride at the sahara. It's a harmonious melody, A radiant rhythm of hearts' rhapsody. That blossoms externally. It's a feeling of sunshine in the rains, That penetrates earths' deepest veins And warms the coldest of plains. It is life, And the more ...

 "Can I.... Can I tell you something about myself, somethin g I have never told anyone before? Right .. Let me... Let me think about it, just a sec. A h, my life story, or my.. O r my family's matter ?, that would be interesting, right? You rather not know that? So... it is No..?  Ok, then how about my friends?  but.. I hardly got one tho. Or... My high school life? Phew! How I hated that place. Or maybe you tell me what you'd love to hear? I'll definitely tell you one if you ask. "Your lov..." O h, Nah! Nah! I cut your words . Sorry haha. Nooo ! not my love story.  Not.  My.  Love.  Story.  It's just that I ... I never... you know, fell in love.  Or felt the need to be loved. B ut.. there's this one time, when I was fifthteen, I have huge crush on this one senior and that's all.  Yeah. Really. No confess. I do nothing.  Some people tell me it was kinda weird, but I ... I don't know. Should I told him ?  My friend like him too ...

My goal in life is to be better than I was yesterday. Much better. Of all the enemies who can stop me, it's always me who slows me down. Pride gets in the way. Laziness gets in the way.  How do I make myself to get out of my own way? I act like I don't know what to do, So I don't have to do it. I act like I need the perfect map So I don't have to step on the gas. I'm getting older and older, and all that I've achieved so far is... I'm better at cooking these words than I was three years before, But I'm still missing some ingredients. Something is not right. I love these words, I respect them, I give them time, I take care of them, but no matter how I stir them, they never mix that well. Why did you do that to me? Haven't I given you more than I've given to anything and anyone in this world? When are you going to love me back? Haven't I tried enough yet?  What do you want from me? What do you want me to do more than giving up my sleep for you?...

Like a river of fresh cold flowing water, She delivers afresh bold glowing words. To soothe herself as she knows that’s where her comfort lies, In singing and listening and writing poems, Inside which lies peace of mind and serenity of spirit.  She finds that she could interestingly live a thousand lives existing in one time zone. Her eyelashes, Like strings of a guitar, And a symphonic melody produced when she blinks. And as the star that she is, She sings and syncs in an inaudibly twinkle, But self assuredly that her music gives her joy, And soothes her sorrow. Her smile, A twine of freedom and depression. Only makes sense when you think deep of it. Yet that smile is the widest, wildest thing you’ll see in a spree when you cursorily gaze through her face. Her teeth, As gracious as they could ever be, Are a perfect description of the creator’s expertise. Her pride, On which she slides and glides, So tide and time can’t bite off her smile. Her joy, Even if its temporary guarded by ...

They can get angry , But sometimes they forgots,  That I can also get angry too . They are made as humans, but sometimes they forgots,  That I'm a human too. They maybe not a bad person, But sometimes they forgots, That I'm not a bad person too. They would gets hurts, but sometimes they forgots, That I'm also got hurts too. All they could think , is about theirselves .  How about me ? have they forgot ? How can I also get angry , How am I also a human , That I am also not a bad person , That I could also get hurt , The thing that i feel , is just the same as how they feel , But they just didn't want care , indeed .  - lylaa 28/9/21

You know, I know this one girl. She is so broken, in and out.  She's been mentally abused.  By who? Oh, by herself. Ain't blaming anyone for her own uncounted flaws.  She was a cheerful girl. Reading was her obsessions, Laughing was her best talks, Dancing was her sports, Maroon was her number one colour, and Sunday was her favourite day of a weeks. But, it all changed. Everything changed in the blink of an eye. She thought once that it was okay, Okay when her first love disappointed her. But that long lost love that she misses makes her feel worthless every single seconds she breath.  Not to mention the fact that it becomes worse. One day after a day,  She went through the creepiest bit, ever.  Building up her wall every seconds , Shutting people who comes to her out , Once again, she thought it was the end of a minute.  But no, it leads to even more chaos.  She became the preeminent actor in the movie.  Not as a heroin neither a villian. Sh...

" I used.. to have this kind of night too .. didn't I ?" said the girl who lost count , for how many times her heart broke . She remembered that night , She turn her sight to the mirror in her room ,  staring at how tired her soul was , She could only think how haggard she looked like , With bags under her dull gloomy eyes , unkempt hair . wrinkled shirt she wear , stained face nobody care .   She remembered , How she used to have this kind of night too . The night when she couldn't help but wonder ,  be awake upon the feeling of restless and loneliness , upon the suffocation , When her awareness and consciences being crush down . It had been a while , But she had always knew , despite trying not to think about it , The night like once bring her down would some day come again , Bringing doom to her . It was because she hadn't resolved anything , Merely pulling through when it came for her before . She remembered that night , "Oh God ! It's hurt , please.....

  People often ask me why I love nature , The dark one percisely ,  When the dark of time , Where the fantasy rides , By quirk of fate I ended up to , To sink in dusk and gloom , But for any hope in this abject gift from God , The dreadful combat had turned myself into a forlorn soul . Transient pain and wound , Make me lay down on the ground , But Nature stood by my side , Bring happiness and comfort through , Being haunted ,  Being thoughtful , Letting me view the orb of the mortals , Through the eyes of Euphrosynes . The blithe aurora potrayed though , The twilight rich in darkness , With the luminary stars - Imminent , Furnishes a prospect of resurrection , The Nature comforting me , supporting my cries , Making me feel as if I am not alone , Trying to suppress pain to others , Nature brought me the crickets , Chirping loud and louder than ever . The fireflies , The Nature have brought me , dancing and surrounding above my head , Trying to make me feel better , Happi...