I am afraid of this humanity,where human is praising beast on the name of everything they like. If senses of right and wrong will be lost then how will we identify difference of rights and occupancy. #metaphor
When flowers bloom at the boulevard of my fragile hope,I see sunshine of cares lingering in silence to greet own reflection,Warmth of love starts to stimulate in barren heart,And awkwardly my wounds deny to bleed over self love. The nights I know for choked me and bitter bed tends to sow moon upon my skin,my scars are not nightmare anymore than a mirror imaging an exquisite senora.I wear beauties of own convenient courage to become an ugly me bathed in praise by own tears.Perfumed buds never stand by my side than those fragrant stars teeming shine inside bone marrow.I don't care what flowers everyone grow in their garden but my balcony of insecurities only breeding peculiar bouquet of wisdom rather than pleasing anyone.
Astro:Name of a star(means out of this World). Don't know what is this... Feel free to correct. Maybe delete it soon. #start
Ps. Over usage of same words. Trying to improve a lot :] #temp
Tinted glass means looking someone with different pov and judging them easily. Explanation took from the song stereotype - stayc where they sing in Hangul that "don't look me with tinted glasses" (explanation not mine!)
REMEMBER ME I write these lines to the ghost who haunts Dark corridors like an invalid on a wheelchair, For I expect not my obituary on Sunday paper But in the heart of my late parents And the loved ones I have to leave behind.
I have like spiders haunted abandoned houses, And I hang on the walls like neglected weeds; An underrated poem sprinkled with dust on an old shelf, A song that you fail to fish out of the hollow of your violin.
And now, I want you to remember me, Remember me as the first cry of your child, A girl whose carelessness bears a special charm, A boy whose whistle beckons the breeze on a summer day; Also do remember The apples of my cheeks to the sunset of my face, From the deep sea of my eyes to their winter When Father Time harvests snow on my head.
In the world of romance, let my soul live In a body which complements yours, Let me be a humble freshman and a wise senior; Let me be the repetitive crime committed by you If thinking of me is one--let them catch you Embraced in my arms which requires one An age limit to have access to the scenario.
Yet when you remember talks of true love, Let me remind you of the Bread of Life.
Remember me as the father who smells Of tobacco and salty sweat Who leaves no stones unturned for his children; As a mother whose tender care has no end For her children e'en when her heart seems to wrinkle.
Yet, if there's a talk of scandal on the streets, Let me be the kiss you receive in the dark Just to know as soon the lights come I was A smoke of ghost that has left you blushing Among gentlemen talking politics and businesses, And women sharing history about their new neighbors; Remember me as that mysterious kiss You hide from your lover until you spill it To your grandchildren on your death bed That you'd spent your whole life Looking for the owner of that lips.
Remember me as the voice that rings Among the valleys of the poor, the hungry and the oppressed; As the cry that prays for justice, As the fragment of strength in the hearts Of the soldiers in a war zone fighting for their homeland, As the low deep roar of a lion imparting peace and justice To his friends and families as gentle as lambs.
Yet again, remember me as a sinner like any man, A man with many flaws by which He humbles himself when he is raised to another height. Let me remind you little or nothing at all, But let everything beautiful remind you of me.