Tragic Ending

On this cold and lonely night
with the moon shining bright
I lie awake, your picture clutched tight.

The memories cannot be denied,
haunting the caverns of my mind,
like a thief in the night.

How do I say goodbye?
Filled with sadness I cry,
blaming myself for all the pain.

The tears I shed,
They fall like a rain,
loneliness and sorrow are all that remain.

Simply me.

Begin Again

Heavy rain has begining the day.
It's 1 a.m
When everyone get comfortable position in the back of their blanket,

I just remind you here 

sitting alone under the dancing rain.

Heavy rain was brought me into our memory.
I fall too deep
and you never like to diving.

I like the way you seen me before

your typicial smile has hypnotic powers,

but time has destined for me to not have any part of you

The dark night was my home so long.

It sheltered me from the light hiding my pain.

I was so afraid to stay and so afraid to leave.

I was afraid to stand up only to fall all over again

Sleepless days, restless nights.

It's not fair that you've detached.

You hooked me by force,

and left me by force.

But I only have myself to blame.

I am the owner of my journey,

the leader of my path,

and the boss of my way

I owe it to my dignity to take control of my ship.

Your ocean raged but my sails raged harder.

I owe it to me and only me

to set my sails for a new ocean, and

Begin again.

The Power of Words

Your words can be more healing than any kind of medicine. They can be more toxic than any kind of poison. They can ease a mind of its nagging question. They can relieve a heart from its doubts. They can free a heart from the chains that keep it holding on and that make it fear letting go. They can spring hope into a deserted heart. They can shatter a soul barely holding onto the pieces that make it strong. They can be a shelter for the broken and a canon of motivation for those who need confidence. They can build mountains of confidence and builds stairs to those dreams that hide above the clouds. They can dig holes into the darkest and deepest of scars. They can strike happiness into the souls in most need of it, and they can strike sadness into the souls of those most far away from it.

So, before you speak ask yourself if your words are true. If they are not, then you are fooling the hopeless into hope that won't last. You are breaking down walls temporarily that will be built even higher afterwards. Say what the truth genuineness in your heart need to say. Say no more.

Mind Platter.

It's 2 a.m.

It's 2 after the midnight

You have no one to talk to. Outside the window you see long-discarded stars. City light resemble a declaration of good-bye. You feel someone distant writhe inside you. And you pray the sadness will be kind of their eyes.

Sometimes you think it would be easier to love everyone than to forget just one. If by chance someone has truly touched your heart, all those who follow will only find uncertainty.

You've never been whole. Meanwhile, loneliness is a fruit that cannot be peeled. And should you try to remove it's skin, all that you will find is a much greater loneliness.

It's 2 after midnight. You need another cup of coffee.

*from the book i haven't read.
*edited