Jeih's Poems

A universe full of aesthetically imperfect stories

How great it is that there exist stories
-Of greater sacrifices.
Deeper sorrows.
Profound happiness.
And tenacious characters.
How outrageous it is to despise injustices,
to wish for them to end yet they even last a decade or more.
It's incredible how one or more of the lesser good-willed people.
Held backed their tremendous strength.
As deeper their cuts made way into their veins.
They still had power to smile, vigorously with their heart and soul.
Believing of a greater good that'll soon flow.
That even the foulest and savages will succumb to their kindness.
Though it is indeed foolish to always choose to behave well even under their scrutiny.
Those who possess the power to harness their full ability for their future are what amazes me.
There is no such good story without a harsh tragedy.
For in the depths of poorness and unfairness weight of the shackles of the world.
How can one still smile and be happy?
How does a measly unpopular and untidy person possess such inner beauty?
It is not what's abundant that strikes an uninmaginable success.
But it is in the scarceness and bitterness does life favor the true victor.
To feel a story of an ex-villain whom reveal what is cast away from the idealist's perfect society.
Innovation has shown superior yet subtle control of its own errors.
For when human emotions are filled with purpose and dignity.
You 'ought to find your true creators.
And as such for the tragic romantic couples.
Whom talked day and night of a future they yearn to hold,
not expecting the thief of the society's envy for them unfold.
Although when their relations
are built with strong and unrelenting emotions;
they'll conquer even the harshest of time's erosions.