My writings shed tears for dying humanity My silence screams for kindness My pen bleeds for love
HUMANITY According to Google, the definition of humanity is the quality of being humane; the kind feelings, dispositions, and sympathies of man; especially, a disposition to relieve persons or animals in distress, and to treat all creatures with kindness and tenderness.
EXPLANATION We all know that humans are superior among all creatures, because God has honoured us with numerous special abilities and gifts.
Like we having a unique and tremendous nervous system, our physical abilities, our languages, the way we interact and communicate with each other, the way we help our fellow brothers, the way we handle and react to different situations.
We have turned life into civilization.
We are also blessed with feelings like: love, care, mercy, generosity and sympathy. But at the same time we humans are born equal under different religions.
No one is superior just because of their race and sects. Having different skin colour doesn't make us greater than others. Same as having some specific high status doesn't make someone more human and others less.
Despite all our qualities, why are we moving towards the end of humanity? Is it due to the lack of religious and spiritual beliefs? Lack of knowledge, ignorance? Why has greed and selfishness increased alarmingly? Since when being materialistic has become... mandatory for us?
We categorize our relationships according to the status they hold in our society.
Kindness isn't considered as a kind gesture anymore. We do love and care, but only for our own interests. We treat others who "we consider are respectable" in a respectful way. Men with prestige and money are only considered humans while the rest don't even deserve to be a part of this big blue marble.
Our desires and pride have blinded us.
We just follow the ways that lead to our advantage People with familiar faces, we show them our backs Because we are blind humankind
Lively daybreak lights make us feel that we're not alone Yet, when darkness wins, we become acquainted with the truth:
That we are blind humankind
Even when we are only one step away, closer enough to touch The profundities of our warmth Our spirits worn out and we get to realize that
We are blind humankind
HERE: Humanity is being kind. Humans have been given this gift. We are not better or worse than anyone, but our actions are.
It is us who are sabotaging and it would be us who still can save humanity.
Be thoughtful and generous enough since everyone is enduring some agony of their own Be somewhat more human as opposed to a modern device.
Kindness is the core of real beauty It is the scent of your character That illuminates your soul And nourishes your roots
HALF-BROKEN HEART : I'm staring at a white blank page. Do I write my bleeding heart or do I whisk up pretty words in the shape of bleeding hearts. One would be a beautiful picture, a thousand broken words hidden in a beautiful portrait. The other would be a puzzle. a question unanswered more questions with jaded answers.A hole. a loss. a remembering. a forgetting. a loving, an abandoning. That one would be pretty bloody. bloody Un pretty. misunderstood. unread. I'm staring at a white sky. Wondering "Where's the poetry?". You know, the cracks. a darkness that paints stars to go on being light the half-broken heart. the weariness. the tears. the screams. the loneliness. the Un pretty that's far beyond beautiful,that's worlds beyond stunning. I'm looking into your eyes and wondering why my soul looks so pretty in blue. It doesn't look pretty in mine. it doesn't know if I'd be fine. They only know I loved you, once upon a time. They just know that I was broken once upon that time. When your eyes meet mine. my silence breaks into poems. In being lost. I have found that love is a drug with blue eyes and a pulse. and my addiction makes me wonder what beauty looks like in the eyes of the blind. I close my eyes and call it "escape",and in those moments. I run away from everything. When I open my eyes. I'm staring at a white iris. that has bled many sunlights with my half-broken heart Our eyes are silent. yet speak a hundred languages written on a cracking wall. Oh. we had no words left but our silence. : : HELL AND HEAVEN ON THE EMOTIONS : Your eyes pull out light from my dark soul And every moment with you transcends transcendental memories. Your love has been my heaven. Holding me closely in your arms our heartbeats remind me that God exists. I wonder if you are human or an angel And ask if this is what immortality feels like. You smile softly and then I see it. I see hell in your smile. A hell in which the sun sets never to rise again. You showed me your demons I showed you mine. I wondered if we would ever heal or if time was just as broken too and asked if this was what mortality felt like. You held my face in your hands and raised it long enough for me to see, a sun rising never to set again. You smiled gently and then I saw it. Hell was the absence of love and I had become your heaven. And then you saw it help you were mine as well. You sit alone with the Lonely crowd inside you All they have to say are Words that slit your soul To bleed in eternal silence You remember the happiness You once found in a moment You somehow lost to memories All that is left in your hands Is a sadness that's Drawn four lines across each palm It's the only map you have And all its roads lead to nowhere You close your eyes and All you see is darkness Yet your mind sees a light so bright It blinds your fears But your broken wings Cannot carry you high enough To be touched by it Your rib is cracking And your heart is falling out Everything beats faster in one final Full stop I see me clearly through your eyes I'd trade in all the words to be silent in your arms Joy feels like light, it's beautiful but it's created Sorrow feels like darkness, it's ugly but it's creating I've felt it all - the sun and the moon The fire in my blood The frost in my bones I've seen it all - the lightning and the rainbow The sparkle in your eyes The last heartbeat of my hope I've heard it all - the thunder and the silence The breaking of my heart The numbing of my soul I've been it all - the star and the midnight Yet all I want is to be with you Through the daylights and endless nights I want to sit with you in an abandoned house and still feel at home. : : NUMB : What hurts the most is that nothing hurts anymore. You're just gone. I'm just here alone. Poetry is just words. Words are just souls. Souls screaming out in silence. The silence thinks it's silent yet speaks in more languages than words ever could translate. I'm so used to love destroying everything it creates that my heart has learned to love only the things that annihilate me. The truth is I still love you. I once loved you and still love you and will forever love you, because my soul never remembers to forget you. What hurts the most is that I'll never forget you. I remember that... and nothing hurts anymore. . The promise of forever is lost in time The lonely sound of your voice is frozen in light And times only fade into time And every second hand ticks your name into mine How could I forget you With your surname ticking in my chest With my pieces writing whole poems with your heart I swear I wanted only to be silence But this pain writes words only to your silence Like a desert pens poetry to rain I see your beauty before your sun, I remember to glow, I forget to grow I am a moon I am a shadow I am a sun Despairing for tomorrow. , Sometimes where I want to go to is where I'm running from. Most times the things I love the most are the things that hurt most. I dust this sad moment to find joy in a memory. Everything aches especially time. I wonder if time heals what time breaks. I'm a wound, and you are time. When I found you out of breath running away from me, I told you to take a deep breath, to take in all of me you wanted. I let you go like a soul leaving its skin. Not without hesitation, not without a scar. Imagine the letters a desert writes to rain, listen to the dialogue between a bird and its cage. Those were our goodbyes, those were our hello, again. All we ran away from, we ran into. : :
INNER FEELINGS : The people who love the lives they live The people who live the lives they love The people who love to live The people who live to love. The people left when love leaves The love left when people leave The leaving of people who love The loving of people who leave. The life letting go love lovers loss lost live The people who leave the ones they love The people who love the ones that leave. I know where nowhere is I know where nowhere leads It's the place you go when you Have nothing left to lose but you. You will try to hold on to your beauty, and no matter how hard you try, it will let you go. You will try to lose your soul, and in spite of how hard you try, it will never let you go. I see your skin stained by letters and apologies, And I wonder what it is that makes your soul bleed, I see all the self-destruct buttons you hide as the rain washes your skin, And I wonder how I can make my umbrella cover your fractured soul. I'm penning oceans with the raindrops you left inside me. I would rather be broken by you than be whole without you. All I ever wanted was to share my every breath with you. Buried deep beneath this hurt is a promise to love you, forever. Until that day when the sun sleeps in the east and awakes in the west, I'll set in pain and arise in the rain. I am Depression is like waking up and opening the blinds because your plants need sunlight. But it's 8pm. It's always 8pm and you keep apologizing for it." Love is a wanderer who builds homes in people You would walk past love if you saw her She looks nothing like your poems She's just a wanderer with an ocean in her eyes And a worn-out story. I spent the moments of my life writing the memories of my life. and so I wrote back, with all the pain inside me.