1: The Silenced
A single word I tell
Not of eros but of philia
Mesmerizing tales
But to speak will I?
Dumbfounded by my mistakes
Is this truly what it takes?
Happiness I felt but of grieve
Hatred and aches?
I'll never be able to tell.
Hurt is upon me.
My words are locked.
Silence is what I speak
For nobody wants to know
What I really feel.
But will I be ever?
When I turned so dense
That I no longer can tell.
2: What is Poetry
For every spoken words of poetry,
Is the equal feeling of calmness quietly.
Will knaves ever be so twisted
That everything that had happened I resisted?
But yes, a choice it is to be happy
But my path is of a lonely alley.
Hoping for a beam of light to shade
But what else should I give?
All these years I was restricted
Yet of writing poetry I feel not oppressed
The twists of vague path competed,
Is enough for mind to feel of freedom.
