The same world will never meet
Even though their feet has the same beat
The same world will never meet
Just like the old chair replaced by a new seat.
Two minds that somewhat jive a lot
Minds that clashes on the same but
Two minds that seems better than a large mat
But never did it meet at the mid though it clot.
The same world will never meet
When both are tough enough to make a fleet
Strong hearts, bold minds and a single plate to eat
A bowl of what good’s enough to make both neat.
Science that usually deals with the properties and structures of substances
From organic to inorganic elements and up to the right instances.
Got really complicated when numbers are drawn-in with letters
Like the simple notes that someone gave to ask for some answers.
As what physics might have to say that opposite attracts
The blood sends chemicals for the heart to contract.
Processed by the neurons of the brain for the body to react
Words were uttered and the feelings made the other to distract.
The process of their chemistry have been in the half life
But revived by the continued pursuit and personality that hyped.
Lived differently, loved different things, took different paths
Eventually they come to cross and solved the same math.
This is not about me anymore
But rather for someone I care for
I would not easily interfere with someone else’s life,
But hell this something isn’t just right.
I’ve been comfortable for so long with silence
It’s like me being okay with my own grievance.
Let’s not put it in my own post,
And talk about their feelings that boast.
I didn’t really know how to react
But felt her heart somewhat contract
A streak of sadness now she has worn
The streak of confusion I think was born
Hoping the change would soon streak in- to continue their infinite Divine feeling.
A trickle of light was dangling atop a tree
That grew bigger and toppled the nest of the queen bee
Then it suddenly disappeared through the great vastness
Never again seen or ever felt its calmness.
The trickle of light now have travelled
Before the reality that was never been bothered
Roaming around having no other than a straight path
Coming through the front door and past the small bath.
The trickle of light came back
Exhausted from running around the stack
Passed through an old wrinkled prism
Down to the handheld mechanism
And burst unto a figure, a rainbow of Baptism.
Blackbirds flew into the horizon wanting to find peace and to escape the judging eyes of fellow avian species.
Fascinated with depression, sorrow, and fear
To see the world differently from an eye with a tear
It’s not as lonely as one think could be
But not as happy as a child in glee.
Two contrasting worlds now mingle
One sad melody and the other one a jingle
An endless song sung in single
A spark of hope in the ear tingle.
I choose black, I choose white
I choose darkness as I choose light
I choose to scribble down my life.
I choose to live with no more than a fight
I choose to walk down the path of sight.
We can never have the best even the better
We can never have the good even for that matter
We always make a move to take a little bit farther
But ended up in a deep, deep slumber.
We can never have the best, it’s always never good
We can never have the better the way we should
We always make a move to lighten up the mood
But ended up sobbing and relying on food.
I can never have the best and I won’t even cry
I don’t even like the better that you have to rely
I don’t care about the good always in standby
I would like it to be you, can we please give it a try?
This is not new. I’m a self-acclaimed lazy person. You can ask my Mama how lazy I am whether doing house chores and back when I was still studying. But I have to explain for myself 😀
What happened to me?
I too keep asking myself why or how did I come to this phase in my life. This thing called quarter life crisis has changed a lot of me, my perspective of thinking, making life decisions and staying happy.
When I was still studying college, I dreamed of having a job who will give me financial stability and fulfil my desires, my siblings’ and my parents’. And after graduation, the eagerness to land my dream job continues. I remember applying as a Landscape artist/ gardener abroad and needed to be in a job interview a day after and did not show up.
I thought this would end at thirteen
But I think seven would be a little mean
It was sooner than I ever expected
A little bit long than the thing you rented.
It hurts a little but not like before
I know I have no right to ask for more
Assumed too much that I can’t handle
Depression, fear and anger now bundled.
I’m tired of waiting, I’m tired of wanting
I’m tired of you always neglecting.
This is the time long been wanted
Moving on to a thing that was once enchanted
Never again my love, goodbye and enough has been said.
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