For Chester Bennington

Your music will honour your soul tonight

And those who have died aimlessly

Victims of a world that values currency

over serenity.

Death can be more appealing than life

For the eternal peace from this reality

May seem a more logical choice

during these hard times.

Hate is the President

Intolerance is the Vice.

Well, I refuse to accept

that no more good remains

On this planet.

It takes but only a moment

To entice

Fond memories

With a familiar song in the background

And your imagination running free.

In the end, it matters, indeed.

 

 

 

 

 

Moonlight Musings

In a world that has taught me

That success has a currency,

I would like to extract

That it can be measured

By the amount of lives

I have positively impacted.

And as such, I do believe

Happiness is simple to achieve;

I revel in the moonlit sky

And allow imagination’s eye

To transport me

Into the outskirts

Of the universe.

Contradictions

You utter

that four letter

word while your hand

is wrapped around her waist.

Why I still think about your taste

I’ll never understand.

you keep saying I’m yours

but our distance tells me otherwise.

So why do I act surprised

when the excuses arrive again?

I keep trying to shut my door

knowing you’ll sneak back in.

But I’ll wake up with the sunrise

and count the spiders under my bed,

battling contradictions in my head.

You’ll contact me in the afternoon

and pretend you’ll visit very soon,

then you’ll repeat your signature phrase:

“I love you.”

But I know you don’t meant it, as always.

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5 am

I woke up at 5 am

Realized I’m alone

and you’re 2,015 km away.

Maybe you’ll come around one day.

But for now, I’ll close my eyes

and drift off into my imagination….

missing you is a blessing in disguise

it means I can finally feel again.

We always want what we can never obtain

but I’ll take the pleasure with the pain,

hoping you’re waking up alone too,

and wondering if I dreamt of you.