Make me another day

Make me another day like this,
Where i remember how to fall in love without fear,
How i let my love spread the word of my happiness,
And how everything that i see is beautiful without being tainted,
Make me another day like this,
Where i can save my heart from drowning,
Plain drown and buried locked inside,
I pray for the hand,
I pray for my hand that ought to reach myself,
So i can know one thing that is for sure,
Remember it forever and ever,
About what i used to make others hear,
I shall live and survive this world.

Make me another day like this,
Where i know how to move on but not burying it within,
How to let everything just pass by just for the sake of me,
And how i can finally say that i am hurt without keeping my cool,
Make me another day like this,
Where i will not ask and begged to be accepted again,
Revealing myself and just me all the way,
Being selfish ever for that moment in my life,
So i can tell myself in the future,
No regret and no worries,
At least i fall because of my stupidity and not my duty,
I ask for a hand and i would ask again and again,
For all the lost that i have missed now.

Two World

All this lengthy talk that i can't stand,
Not a minute longer even a seconds more,
I have tried that far to open my heart,
And yet still i'm stuck between the lines,
The goods and evil one might see,
But just a regretting past and the forbidden future,
Somehow indeed it is tiring for me,
The moment i lost everything,
I have been trying so hard to fight,
Just for the tiny pieces of me would be fine,
For at least i know i am alive.

Now and then i could not stand about their talk,
About the love and the beauty behind it,
Nor the surrounding around me i detest it so,
Probably the envy that i do not notice,
Or much probably another part of me longing for,
I could never tell you much and help you more,
But the loneliness that i felt,
Making my life so silent,
Seems so demure,
Just the opposite of my wildness that my treasure see,
Even now and then i played my character too well for the world.

The next i'm this person and the later i'm that person,
Not a script that i followed,
Nor anyone for me to fool,
The audience will always be there,
Not knowing what has fooled them so much in the later movie,
I could have spoken the truth,
I could have let them see the real me,
I know i'm just being selfish,
But remember the bits and pieces of me that i try to save,
Those are the only thing i have left,
When love exit its way from my heart,
Thus comes the lonesome that i have to handle,
I pray for that one day,
That day will come for me and i believe as much as that.

Happiness for you too

All the love that i thought was gone,
Somehow buried by the past and the years that were there,
Feeling ever so lifeless,
Not much to say trying to tolerate,
The pain and so does the heartbreak,
Dreams of being together and married,
It was a little bit more there,
Just a little bit of a way to achieve,
You suddenly went,
Leaving me behind.

Was i foolish enough to believe in us,
How far we must have been apart,
The obstacles we face,
It might have been not make us strong enough,
To know we would parted our ways like this,
I took it as much as a broken people do,
Praying for your happiness as you join hands with another,
I will walk forward without a flower in my hand,
Nor the heavy step that you thought,
This is the farewell that i chose to give.

I told myself over and over again,
To forget you and never to see you,
But as i happen trying to live,
That was part of my life and i soon to accept my past,
Back then we were together happy ever after,
As now i am happy too even without you,
This is never a race nor competition,
Just so you know,
I hold hands with someone dear to me,
Precious enough to never leave me behind,
And in time what i have wish for you back then,
Is from a sincere heart of mine,
Cause when i bloom,
The spirit of Daisy will outshine my happiness.

Message 18/04/12

They see my confession as a song,
A melody that they never heard,
I have always said i am not a mystery,
Nor did i hide any secrets,
Even if i do have a story i could not tell,
It did not exist in my heart to talk,
That night i send you a heartbreak piece,
It was the mind of a broken soul,
Not just a song for it is just written out,
Truly it is from my heart,
What had me to become so hurt,
I am trying to share in my own way,
But if that is not possible for you to understand,
Maybe i meant to shut myself away.

This War

What life can i take,
What was it can i cherish,
When what i have felt,
More to pain and envy,
And so does i may conclude,
My relationship that i try so hard,
Ever dreaming of wearing the ring of love,
Kids of my own,
Redeem the suffering that i had now for happiness,
I want only that and only that before i change,
As i learn all the more and a whole lot more,
About the failure that i do not boast.

I am in the middle of confusion,
Not the road that i am taking,
Nor the challenge that i have to face,
More likely the conflict i had within,
My principles and my judgement,
What i believe so far and still carry on,
I can only sigh when i do get tired,
All the swords that once are sharp,
Now being nearly to rust with a clean cut,
What is it that i achieved,
I do believe i am happy once upon a time,
But then why is it,
My past hold me like a prisoner on a death row.

I vow to make it interesting,
Meeting lots and a lot more through this journey,
With the sacrifice i made that i have believe,
I can still be happy despite i am empty,
Dear oh dear me,
I often scolded,
My dear oh dear me whom easily persuaded,
They have known my weaknesses,
I have let them use it for a while,
Now i am hunger for them to notice,
That strength of mine they happen to pass,
For i have believe i stood high enough,
But it was still on the very ground my foot stands,
Cause i know the very least at the moment,
Where my war would lead me to.

Memo from my Phone#6 -The Unnamed Warrior-

Tell the world my greatest fear,
But none could ever be take too soon,
And yes i will be forever alone,
Not that i ask as i was just happen to have,
They probably hear the talks about me,
Timid as they would have names it,
Telling me the fault i happen to see as sacrifice,
What did they learn when they were aging like i was back then,
I was merely obeying the lordship,
For that is the world that i see during that year,
Without protection and feeling insecure,
I only lean towards my strength in the forever battle,
It was a rough one and it seem endless,
More to it,
It was just me,
The unnamed warrior.

Dessert (Chocolate Cake)

One might have said,
Everything need to be perfect,
And almost all of it must have the same measure,
The same amount and the same brand,
To make the perfect cake,
The one that would melt in your mouth,
The ultimate dessert one have tasted by far,
But in truth it was all a lie,
A distraction from knowing the truth,
Possibly the most selfish way of them doing so,
Without having them know the secrets of all,
As in truth i have learned by far,
Just follow the heart where it would lead you,
To the greatest ingredient that one never have thought.

So they might be bluffing up until today,
Giving out so bravenly the recipe of their own,
Very detailed indeed you have thought,
Thus we are reminded that everything needed to be perfect,
And so with the spatula, mixing bowl and the mixer,
Making our way to the bestest of chocolate cake famous of all,
As i assure you nothing is the same in the picture,
Once it is baked they would only wait and hope,
As soon as it is cooked some might end up in joy,
While they are others end up in despair,
It was the same as i follow the recipe,
And so they have said it all,
I have heard it too,
Even said it all,
Now that i know the truth,
I am confident if i say,
Baking is like living as in a matter of breathing.

2 cups of flour as the hand does the work,
1/2 cup of cocoa powder for a little bittersweet of life,
1/2 teaspoon of bicarbonat soda as a pressure in life,
1/2 teaspoon of salt as a taste by the tongue,
1/2 cup sugar and brown sugar to the sweetest memory,
125 gm of butter and 2 eggs for the life that you care,
As in 2 spoonful of vanilla extract is for the love that you earn,
It was the truth as i was telling you this,
The real recipe of baking in each ingredients,
If i was too compare it to life which i have done so far,
Probably i would have said my life is like the cake that i bake so far.

The 25th Year Conclusion

The untold story of the secret,
It was meant to never to be said,
But to those whom are greedy enough,
Impatient to know the fully future,
As if there were no tomorrow for them to wait,
The endless of road they have took,
And so they sighed upon the sickness of living,
What one did not know and grab it all,
Is the beauty of breathing and just to be alive.

Aye,
I have the eye, the face, the hand, the body and almost perfect,
Just like you i have the same,
Yet still i am unable to see,
What greed that conquer your heart,
Whereas you could not see what i see,
Of being thankful that is fully forgotten,
Just when the time your place has been taken,
Only then and if it is only then,
That you ought to see the people around you a little bit wider.

It is part of the untold story,
The one that they would not hear,
And so they are wrong to never have said it,
But what of the countless telling and reminder,
Disaster bits by many broke for many many years,
Thus why is it none would said so,
As much as the telling and the hinting,
I can never accept their ignorance,
It was shown to them and will be more,
This is my 25th years and i will see to it all.

The Great Educator

I know i should not talk about the past,
Comparing what we once had,
And now seem no more,
Well to be said only nano of the number,
So much William Blake would have said,
'To see the world in a grain of sand'
Indeed i understood it,
Just like the extinction of dedicated educator,
I could only sighed by heart,
Thinking who to blame,
Like it needed a solving,
Seeing the ever so sight,
Dwelling the very bit of a little pieces,
I could not rest,
Nor the voice that i kept is no longer there,
This is my way and i will happen to appear again.

I know what comparison may cause them,
In one sentence i shall say them so,
'For the money i teach half-heartedly,
For the people i want them to learn,'
It was said by another,
To the past and to the present,
In which i intended to revive,
The revolution of the past with teachers,
Each arm holds the hands of their student whole-heartedly,
Not the money nor the race of a glory,
And thus student will happen to respect again,
Aye,
They should be humble no matter how great they are,
Will it not be them to see you are way ahead,
And will it not be them be the hand to the crippled,
I have that much,
And praying you understood more than enough,
For the title and money only stays on earth,
As to what comes in handy we take it by heart.

Letter to my Love

If i happen to have you by my side,
Will i possibly open my heart to you,
Will i even think of loving you all the more you needed,
I happen to fear what i would ask,
What greed may come to my senses,
I happen to fear my own need,
The dissatisfaction that i held for so long,
In the sake of sacrifice,
I am scare enough to make it a reality in my life,
What i am trying to protect,
What i am trying to show,
Can never be tell if you just pass me by,
The reason of all the most i can not love you,
The confession that you made me run,
Not to your arms but just anywhere besides there,
I needed answer that you would protect me,
Even from myself cause that might happen to break us apart.

Even if i happen to be alone for all my life,
I can no longer complaint or yelled the unfairness,
That fate did not come for me,
That my love will never be there just solitary,
I would not blame you,
For i could not love you without hurting you inside,
I am scared but still trying to protect,
The dearest of my heart,
The only pieces that i can hold onto,
So forgive me for running,
Never to be found,
Missing,
Never to be seen,
I can only love you by far,
For i could not touch you and keep you warm.