Random Leaf #753

Unwilling and regretting

was it right

to keep lies

hold onto dreams

to realize promises

commit to reality

burn down walls

build many bridges

look at sceneries

forge many bonds

write about memories

especially ones beautiful

and then shatter

throw them away

forget, break, ignore

close your eyes

it's just you

and the world

that never existed.

Random Leaf #752

Longingly faded grass

steps of foot

crushed under dreams

pressured to unfulfillment

realize your lie

keep the promises

laugh at mistakes

skip a beat

flutter and shatter

you will decide.

It was never

fight or flight,

actually it was,

smile or die.

Random Leaf #751 IG

Twilight sleeping moon

dawning lucid sun

fighting losing spirit

look at ghosts

mirroring silvery clouds

stillness captured pond

awaken lost spark

dancing pale moonlight

heavy clouds forming

wound unclosing hour

gladly fighting fire

yawning, hoping, wasting

was it right?

no one else

has to kneel.

-----

Twilight sleeping moon

Dawning lucid sun

Fighting losing spirit

Haunted by ghosts

Mirroring silvery clouds

Stillness captured pond

Awakening lost spark

Dancing pale moonlight

Heavy clouds forming

Wounds refuse closing

Gladly fighting fire

Yawning, hoping, wasting

Was it right?

No one else

has to kneel.

Random Leaf #750

Better distant oneself and delve less into matters about the heart. Less of courss, one is certain to welcome aches thereof.

Random Leaf #749

The tree was never there to hang yourself.

Random Leaf #748

Even still, at the back of my heart. Someplace where I hide secrets and in the darkness blends, a voice speak loudly as the sun of summer's day: "please, do go down that road."

Random Leaf #747

I stop loving when I get too sleepy. Start again when I'm wake up.

Random Leaf #746

What else dulls the senses and softens tbe heart?

Random Leaf #745

One day, all the world will bow down to you. You will feel like wanting ti cry but all the world won't let you. You've done enough. The world will cry in your stead.

Random Leaf #744

My memories becoming more fragmented and the name and stories I got to fall in love with became words then letters. They don't make any sense much once I forgotten who they were, right?

Random Leaf #743

It just have to end, right? Be it happy or sad. If I get more invested beyond the wall I erected, it will really hurt. I just know it. I don't really care what happens to them. All I need is to hear what comes after. The rest may just as well become memory, right? Anymore than that, I might come to regret it. Me, searching for what comes beyond. Me, searching for the happiness they deserve. Me, searching them for myself.

They might be elsewhere where I live in. They need to hear what I want to tell them, what I need to tell them. They somehow become a part of me. They, in a brief moment, became me.

The princess that needed to be save. The lost prince that needed guidance. The frail cat that needed just one more push to find that leftover food in the last bin she failed to search because she gave up or she failed to notice it. The fairy who kept on wishing for a hero who cared only for the princess. That sidekick who got hit so hard that be him and his heroine had a fall out. The kid who's in the brink of going over thr edge. The little girl that couldn't find her teddy that was on her bed all along.

They're all me.

Random Leaf #742

You've become so accustomed to the cliche and routine aches that you've steeled your heart to things that once would easily break you. It doesn't mean you got a cold heart. It doesn't mean you can no longer feel. You feel it still, right? 

That mellow skip in your heartbeat but you have no emotion to show nor tears to shed, it is there. Your heart is beating. It's calling out to you not with words but with something that you're very familiar with. But you can't just show it to anyone, right?

Or perhaps you haven't gotten used to it. You're not the only one, please remember that. There are those that don't want to get hurt and so they don't get hurt easily. But they are all the more fragile. But it beats. Their heart beats louder and they can feel it, hear it more pronounced and clear. They are not proud but they put it as a facade. But who knows, maybe they take it as a pride that they don't get hurt much. But, I think they'd get hurt just the same.

Whatever that is, once you feel the butterflies and the fairies tagging on. You know you have to do something. Be it you break or let courage take you to higher place. Or simply make something out of it. Passion too is born out of love.

Random Leaf #741

"The author is dead," said the king who ran forever in a desert wasteland. "There won't be anything more than where we are now. This desert will remain endless. The hostaged princess will remain unsaved. The burning village will burn ever after. All is loss and at still because the author is no more.

"The hero with many aspiratioms who dreamt big of saving the world will continue on dreaming. His dream are simply unreachable."

Random Leaf #740

"Please don't go downhill from hill," the tactician prayed all the while knowing it was about to go downhill.

Random Leaf #739

After recognition comes war.

Random Leaf #738

Without heart, you won't go anywhere.

Random Leaf #737

Even the gods feel lonely sometimes.

Random Leaf #736

Faeries are honest spirit too. The world does not owe the truth solely to the honest king.

Random Leaf #735

To be betrayed is a fate worse thand eath

Random Leaf #734

Over and over again, it's written everywhere. The signs, the warnings, it's starting to make sense. All of it. Etched on the wall, the floor, the ceiling and even the sky. The wind whispered it to me. The ground reached out to me. Even the grass.

The girl will die. She will die.

Random Leaf #733

That's what made them stand on top. They were fool enough to go through any length just to satisfy simple whims. They are most free when untethered by consequence but they too face them. They are fool to begin with, they know that. They're aware.

Random Leaf #732

Unaware, the fool saved them all. He came out of top, bursting out of laughter and the rest followed. He knew that was all he could, nothing more. To make people laugh.

Random Leaf #731

Faeries are easily misunderstood.

Random Leaf #730

In the mirror, the face opposite his was the devil. They were both smiling.

Random Leaf #729

Conspiracy must exists! That's how the world makes miracles, be it man made or staged by fairies.

Random Leaf #728

This body will break, I know. It's going to hurt, I'm aware of that. But having no wings must not make me feel not wanting fly.

Falling is part of flight as well. And I'm good at it.

Random Leaf #727

Loneliness can guide you to many places.

Random Leaf #726

You are slowly getting dragged back. And you have nit yet realized it.

Random leaf #725

No! It has to capture you by your heart. It won't work if you just got interested and made a note, or even just a mental note. It has to make your heart skip a beat. And you are in no way of not finding out what it is until you do.

Random Leaf #724

"Please, save him!" She wasn't giving us order. She asked us. A girl who was ever afraid in her entire life of ghost and demons, bursts out and calls us to save you. We never asked for any reward in exchange. We did it because she asked us. Take courage! It's what gave that girl the chance to be heard.

Random Leaf #723

It wasn't cold water that caught her fall nor were it solid ground. She opened her eyes and the first thing she noticed were falling feathers. An angel was carrying her.

Random Leaf #722

With that little understanding and vast innocence she have, she understood another person's pain. The little girl cried.

Random Leaf #721

"Stand your ground!" shouted the mad king. "Those who don't want to die, run away. Now! That is my order." There were some his men that turnes their backs and ran. Some that did hesitated but still ran away.

Random Leaf #720

Even if you turn against your own world, or the rest of many worlds, I will stand by your side. Let us be heroes or villain, I do not care. Let us be feared or loved, I do not care. As long I'm by your side, I am alive.

Random Leaf #719

You asked the world what it owed you but couldn't answer what you should be grateful of.

Random Leaf #718

And in the mirror we fall in love to what we do not see.

Random Leaf #717

The childhood dreams you let die and killed, for whatever reason there are, does it not haunt you?

You maybe a hero now and all but what of your dreams of living what else you may wanted to be? A baker perhaps or even a renown chef. Or maybe a musician, your favorite instrument was the piano, right? Unfortunately, you couldn't learn it. So you settled trying to learn the guitar. But even that was too much for you. Maybe if you went to someone you know how and asked. But you didn't. Were you afraid even though your favorite word is courage.

What about becoming a preacher? Or your dream of becoming a soldier? Last time I recall, you wanted to become a teacher. What happened? You aspired to be a lawyer last time, right? What happened? 

You wanted many things but you the world required you to be a hero. You became but what have you become?

Those scars you have, those aren't just symbols of what you've been through. Those are symbols of what didn't you become. Are you happy? You can be proud but are you happy?

Random Leaf #716

In all the worlds I went, the stories always have an end.

Random Leaf #715

We should all be aware of it now. It isn't a void that fills our empty heart. It is a void we will fill our heart with. Don't worry if ever it spill.

Random Leaf #714

For all I care, I might be the devil in disguise. I might be so well in my make belief that I for one believe I wasn't.

Random leaf #713

"I'm sorry," the angel said. "It isn't that hard to have faith, really. Asking me to simply float, while I'm being flying most of life, is just a silly request. I could even make you cry if I wanted to. It wouldn't hurt, I promise. You just won't realize it though that you're already crying."

Random Leaf #712

The moon hid behind her clouds, embarassed, someone else with me, right now, was far more beautiful.

Random Leaf #711

It may not worth much but simply giving everything that you have does make it more.

Random Leaf #710

They raised their sword against their king. The one in command stepped forward.

"What is the meaning of this?" the king asked.

"We care about you too, my liege. You've done everything for us and nothing for yourself. Please, we want you to be happy as well," the advisor said.

"You meant to do it like this?" the king asked.

"You've taught us to be harsh when it needs be. And right niw, we know as pathetic and worthless of us, this is how we will proceed."

The king laughed but he couldn't held his tear. The advisor noticed and the other's as well. They lowered their weapons.

"My king! Lord!" said one and another.

"If this is prank you ployed I know it means well, but badly executed," the king smiled. He wiped the tears with his mantle and looked at his vassals. "I understand," as soon he said it, he threw away his crowned and crashed towards the stained glass window.

Random Leaf #709

"I never got the chance to try that," said the richest man on Earth who could buy and get anything he wanted.

Random Leaf #708

He tries to smile

all the while knowing

you won't come back.

His voice do not

crack nor show hints

but he is aware

of the stinging ache.

His eyes shows fierce

as he makes notice

himself to everyone else

but not what himself.

He does not want

them all to feel

what he is feeling.

It is a victory

of course, except his.

The ovations all stand

the colors somehow change,

he do not notice.

Without her to be,

the world is empty.

Random Leaf #707

Does it mean as well I am against your ideals? Can I, too, praise the same god you do while the two of us have a skirmish? It does bother me however why must I be evil and be good when all we are fighting for are nothing but mundane?

Does the world really need a sacrifice or does your world need a toll?

Random Leaf #706

There's no point in lying if you can't hide the truth.

Random Leaf #705

"See that girl?"

"The one jumping off her balcony because the boy of her dream broke her heart?"

"No, the other one. That girl who holds her hand."

"Isn't it normal for friends to intervene especially when things are going down hill?"

"It is. but she's different. She's jumping off with her."

Random Leaf #704

If you think about it, you either get to kill yourself or die for something greater. Which would you rather?

Random Leaf #703

It's when the hero realizes what he is not but still tries to be. He is not a hero simply because he is courageous, he knows it full well. He is a hero that is why he is courageous.

He knows of the thin line. He crosses it to simply to test, it but he never goes beyond it.

Random Leaf #702

When one accepts what they are, courage takes over. It's never foolery that one pursues in face of danger. They bravely get out of their own chain and follow through.

The hero knows he is and so he become.

Random Leaf #701

Was it snow that fell first?

Random Leaf #700

Know full well, there many whom are the world is indebted too. One must ever be grateful of the loan we've given and the interest added.

Random Leaf #699

"I just hope I don't burn out," said the heart once dead.

Random Leaf #698

You won't be empty. Not for a while. The times that past never made you overflow, the vessel you have just grew in size and so the table you come and grew accustomed to.

You may be full to the brim, but I assure you, you are not empty. You haven't realize it but your sophisticated hands, though worn and dirt caked, have unimaginibly learn to hold it's on.

Certain spills are unavoidable but you've manage on to keep yourself full. Unmistakbly, what your heart fills it with is how clearly you can envision it.

Random Leaf #697

Unaware she is more.

Random Leaf #696

Even the world can be aware of your clouds. You can clearly see hers, why won't she notice you?

Random Leaf #695

And somehow, a situation will arise wherein crying would be the only option.

Random Leaf #694

But we must be grateful. We are owed unbeknownst to us. We collect debts in portion or in full, unaware of the exchange. Nor are we satisfied of the interest we accumuate.

May we never realize that the debt have been paid in full and the world no longer owe us anything.

Random Leaf #693

And in case you try, going the road not you chose, stay well and be content. The world and it owes you, those who have dreams, of fulfilling it in the end. But you know the signs.

What you been meant to do, is the one thing you wanted to be. All the world will conspire to pull you to it. Be it so you become what you're not meant, somewhere down the line, you will be there, maybe not as what you've anticipated it. But you will be.

Random Leaf #692

They will haunt me one day, I guess. Of the many world I tried creating and left off uncreated. How many will they be, the protagonist who were born but left abandoned by the maker who was simply forgetful, stubborn and irresponsible?

Random Leaf #691

For the reason why we are here is pulling us closer. Whatever meaning we keep on giving anew in our lives, what we're meant to will be.

Random Leaf #690

The world owe

all its truth

to the honest.

Know that even

promises, no matter

shallow or empty,

their words and

promises will be.

Random Leaf #689 IG

This is my poison

no one else but

me may take it.

-----

This is my poison—

mine alone

to take.

Random Leaf #688

"Come!" the master said in a loud exhilirating voice. "I've taught you all that I could. Mastered everything I've ever known. Even surpassed my feats and legends. Catch!"

The master threw a knife to his student. And as if reflex and instict caught.

"At the ready!"

On the master's command the student raised his sword and pointed it at his master. But he was too late to realize his mentor's chest followed suit.

It was all too fast. The student was too late to get grasp what just happened. His mentor was stabbed through his chest and he was the one holding the knife.

"Congratulations," the master whispered. The master gasped for air as blood spewed out of his throat and barely managed to let out a smire of blood out of his mouth.

Random Leaf #687

It's poison! All of it will kill you. But his thought won't be heard. And in his voice, heard: "Eat it, it is nourishment."

Random Leaf #686

You saved us,

you killed us..

It's thanks to you,

It's all your fault..

Random Leaf #685

And what of it

were all a lie?

The teachings and values

you love and taught,

though true and pure,

were in all essense

impure, tainted and poison?

You guide them all

to their inevitable demise.

Random Leaf #684

Will you make promise

just like last time?

You know, the ones

you just put to shelf

left dead, dusting, neglected,

and all the hours spent

are simply, truthfully, wasted.

Random Leaf #683 IG

You're doing it again.

Have you not learned?

Dreams of yours

won't come true.

You know

that, right?

Right?

-----

Be better — please!

You're doing it again!

Stop!

Have you not learned?

Your silly dreams

won't come true.

You know

that, right?

Right?

I'm sure you know that.

They can't become real,

those grand dreams.

If —

you have not learned anything —

stop!

You're doing it — again.

Be better — please!

Random Leaf #682

Smiles deceive souls

bound by grief,

and the mirror

of the heart,

cracks too often,

at the beat

of sweet lies

and empty promises.

Random Leaf #681

True be it,

the lies forged

in promises kept,

made humanity worth.

all the while

asking the question:

is it worthy?

Random Leaf #680

Just looking back

won't do good.

Aches in heart,

tears of soul,

all those unseen,

if let be,

makes madness sweet.

Random Leaf #679

She isn't perfect,

She tries hard

Not to tell

anyone her flaws.

She knows it.

But she won't

tell anyone the

tears that flows.

Random Leaf #678

All the beaitiful maidens are wed.

Random Leaf #677

What of her dreams? Does it not matter too?

Random Leaf #676

"I'm trying!" the genius kid shouted in desparation. He was no longer in control.

Random Leaf #675

It stucked you right? Look your head's split open, tears bleed out your eyes. You're crying.

Random Leaf #674

"How did it go again? I hardly remember how."

Random Leaf #673

"Can I do it?"

Random Leaf #672

Your good deeds may one day haunt you. Be sure to welcome it with a smile.

Random Leaf #671

it does not matter how in love you were, if you don't have a heart

Random Leaf #670

"Oh, look, a star," said the blind man hoping, ever, for people to believe him.

Little Girl Hero

It's not that she is fearless,

she just couldn't bear to be afraid

knowing she is a hero.

She smiles as her way of screaming,

she laughs all the while being scared.

She's a knight, a hero, of course, she is.

Her silly antics though,

on the other hand,

are her saying:

"Wait for me, world,

I'm still growing."

That is, her with a smile.

Random Leaf #669

Did he done anything wrong?

Random Leaf #668

Take better care of your lies. One must tend not to make them real. Else, run the risk of trying to prove it. Worst still, try to prove it isn't. To others ans especially to own.

Random Leaf #667

Who will save you once it starts to get hurt?

Random Leaf #666

"I will hang on. Don't worry about me," said the man holding a noose.

Random Leaf #665

What if she never died? Would he still have the courage to go on?

Random Leaf #664

The lost ones shaped the world and those who are able to imagine it are shaped by it.

Random Leaf #663

Even the firefly with it guiding light get lost sometimes. On ponds in deeper woods or on the palm of a curious child.

Random Leaf #662

No fool has ever not understood anything else.

Random Leaf #661 IG

The mundane, it is the very fiber of this world we live. We are but fools and romantics that gave meaning to these trivialities. We give each an essence of our soul and a certain amount of beats from our heart.

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The mundane — it is the very fiber of this world we live.

We are but fools and romantics that gave meaning to these trivialities.

We give each an essence of our soul and a certain amount of beats from our heart.

Random Leaf #660

In sickness and in health, through hard times and better, till eternity ends with us.

Random Leaf #659

I saved you, didn't I? I get to broke my promise, but hey, you're alright. Please, don't give me that look. You're going to be fine. You're safe.

Random Leaf #658

The show must go on, a part of me said. I'm going to cry, said my heart. It was both funny and disppointing, in tears, I made a very cheerful dance to an awful one.

I know every steps and rhythm of the beat. All my flawless movement was in sync with the music calling out to me. But I was crying the whole time.

My face were like those who wore ugly mask, crying and deject of any emotion but sadness. Tears flow as well my breathing. But nothinf can be said about the elegance of my sway. I know the dance through and through, my heart and my very being, spoke to it once and I know all and everything about it, just for that moment though. Save for the fact that I am sad.

As my heart overflows, opposite of what my soul is filled. I am crying to a happy melody.

I know everyone was laughing at me, I know my mentors were mad at me. But I don't care. I am my heart. I am my soul. I am fool of I could not hear them both.

Random Leaf #657

So said the hopeless ones

looking at the fading light

in the far distant, that wonderful maybe.

Tears just kept on falling

to the desolate land, shadowed

by a crooked figure.

He was a hero, or so he tries

to the little girl in a world without.

But he was old. Decripit and aged.

His trade back then was now

collecting his debts.

He never did took care of himself.

And with little strength he have left,

he was endlessly hoping

better days for the little girl.

He knows.

The world knows.

He was forsaken as so he did back then.

Her smile

was all he have left.

Soon he will see no more.

Random Leaf #656

The townhall brimmed with merry folks and the smell of alcohol. Everyone was happy and, right there and then, when the king was about to give his speech, he cried.

Random Leaf #655

I once tried stabbing myself, I felt the pain. The moment needed my tears and I could not cry.

Random Leaf #654

There are times I'm grateful to evenimg clouds. If I see the same stars routine, they just lose their luster. As if them being up there was all there is to it. So when clouds just childishly hide them, I really have to look for them. Not just look at them in sense of knowing where they are but really look for them and find certain stars, especially those unknown, and just magically say, "hey, that's a new one."

Random Leaf #653

The king does not fear hate, he embraces it! All the resentments and curses thrown at him, with open arms he accepts. He values them like a teacher. He cherishes them like guide.

He knows he is not the greatest and so flaws stems rejection. He learns from them and acknowledges what needs improvement.

He listens purposely. His heart may ache but he knows he is never always right.

Random Leaf #652

There are those who wish to forget that atrocities and memories that have happened. And there are those who wish never to forget but gradually forgets.

Random Leaf #651

To be misunderstood or to be forgotten?

A Maiden's Beloved

How can I save you

when, to Valhalla, you pray

not of old age as men

of great knowledge and

greater, still, opportunity?

How can I save you

when, to Valhalla, you pray

for one end chosen by your own?

You rather be happy and free

than live forever.

How can I save you

when, to Valhalla, you pray

and your death's door

you frown upon salvation

and smile by your enemy's sword?

How can I save you

when, to Valhalla, you pray

I am not your lover

but a maiden clad in armor

coming to take you away?

How can I save you

when it is not me who you call?

Random Leaf #650

I was taken by surprise when

you took my hands.

You asked for a dance knowing I've never

yet opposite of you smile.

I wanted us to go back,

the music was too faint for us

to gently be in rhythm.

You smilingly refused.

The moment was there

clear as the cloudless night,

starry and reflected by the moon.

We were the only ones 

in a garden full of facade and dead flowers

but you are beautiful.

Random Leaf #649

How cna i save someone who chose to be happy?

Prometheus Misunderstood

You're the devil!

And what sort of fool

would give them light?

You're not a god!

You're no hero!

Why must you save them?

Is it vengeance you're after?

Does your heart still burn

from hatred towards all?

Or do you only want to be understood?

Speak!

The light bears no reason for sound.

Or do you want to be seen?

What with your horns and fangs

would do to apologize to their eyes?

The gods forsake you!

Yet to the ones they made and gave life,

you love.

Random Leaf #648

I wish I could free you.

Random Leaf #647

Empty smiles ring the bell of sea

shore crashing and tide rising.

Longingly and waiting for distant

promises forever be unrequited.

The stage set by the beach

sand setting and sun setting

slowly as the moon rises

in the distant approaching.

Clouds here and there

as well gazes of stars peeking,

were dreams always made up?

Unbecoming and unending

sleeping heart and empty beats.

The ebbs that shine no more.

Random Leaf #646

The stars shines dimmers

as well the ocean tide wanes closer

and closer

as if creeping on to the shore

planning on drowning all stood stare.

The moon grew smaller

as the midnight clouds came and went.

The onlookers, the onces supposed

be audience and witness, asleep and missing.

But who would be at fault

the stars are just tantalizing as the pearls

and only a pair would equal to another.

One just get lost on testimonies

of lies, cruelty and truth.

Those who went patiently waited

have an eternity to atone.

And on the grave they would bear,

written and aged,

"too late, missed the opportunity,

did not notice the signs."

Random Leaf #645

"Will there be more?"

the man who reached the moon

doubt himself.

In the kitchen

The truth embelished the gaze of steel

that lurks silently but dances gently as

words meant more

as fragrance and odor does adore.

Comes next the glasses unshattered

And unbroken

lying wait upon the touch of the master

holding a pitcher.

Then on the prarie the fiery mouths

of craters crafted by hundreds hand perfected.

Drunk and burning, what comes after

but a taste of a certain cinder.

But perhaps the master does move so

does the plate almost always too full

of himself and others

from here to there

how I wonder what the chef

is cooking.

Random Leaf #644

And there are words that meant the same

but the heart, that does not speaks,

says otherwise.

Random Leaf #643

Did I save her by sending her to an empty paradise?

The king is drowned

The king is drowning

unsure of what to say next.

All unsung complaints and unheard

disdain just kept on pouring.

Cowardly as it may, the king

is drowning. Unaware of what to say.

Tiny bubbles, air popping, floating away.

Will it be a sin just to make a mistake?

The king is drowning and not

a single of them can say.

If for the fact, all is too late.

The king is dead.

Random Leaf #642

When I start looking at the stars. You won't notice I'm falling among  all of them.

Random Leaf #641

All this irrates him.

But however cruel the world maybe

he must live in it.

Dionysus to Thebes

And the wine turned sour

His breath heavily smelled

of bitterness and nausea.

He is no pirate after all,

why else would he choose

the life on the sea

when the land loves him so.

The grapes of his childhood lingered

in his memories completely hidden

his smile was there,

he is certain.

He is a god but among else

a drunkard, a farm, maybe a poet

but most of drunk.

Cupid missed a shot

It could never have been better

as the archer tries once more

but fails to retrieve another from

his worn out quiver.

One such as him could fail

he frowned as this thought

takes him else where.

He wasn't supposed to

but he just did.

He is not a god after all.

Random Leaf #640

The fire in ones heart changes. From one the passionately burns intensely to one that the intensely burn passionately. Time could tell the difference.

Random Leaf #639

And those who accepts are once fools themselves.

Random Leaf #638

And comes a day when lies become truth. The promises of the fool is now grand and comparable to the king's ambitions.

Random Leaf #637

Children with their childish desire does wis selfish dreams opposite to their guardians who themselves have their own selfish desire.

Random Leaf #636

Days unnumbered are named so too bodies unnumbered have names.

Random Leaf #635

Unacquiant to the lingering memory angels to fly beneath the tides.

The graze gently the warring moon as silently and carefully as do expecting mothers with their womb.

Random Leaf #634

They dance and swerve along the many lies yet ahead

and cold too were they as the halloween marks another year.

the blossoming leaf sparks fall and land

as the stagnant grievance of foreign mother

fall to the ground and with grave and shallow moat

so does too tears go.

Random Leaf #633

She wanted nothibg but half the world's dream, a happily ever after. She paid the price for less than what she bargained.

Random Leaf #632

The ambiance of a bustling street, from vendors ever trying so hard to meet quota, to mothers wary of their children's dinner later, to barkers looking for passengers going to elsewhere, all of this can be immensely quiet in one's peaceful mind.

Random Leaf #631

The aching grows silence as dreams becomes clearer.

Random Leaf #630

Calluses on sole and palm. Dirtied hands. Sweated arm and forehead. The sun stood and with its rays gave an ovation.

Random Leaf #629

But what is there more to realize but the the dreams we once had. The ones when we still shone bright and innocence is a title we hated we bear.

Random Leaf #628

The untrodden paths speaks fully to the eyes of the onlookers. The weight of wanderlust falls heavily to the explorers unable to tread more than what their souls are tied to.

Random Leaf #627

The unfound sunken treasures lingers still beneath the memories of the tide.

Random Leaf #626

One day, when you feel like crying. I'll be there in your memories.

Random Leaf #625

I couldn't save you. And I cannot feel anything. No sadness nor tears to offer you.

Random Leaf #624

At least you I wanted to see well by the end of all of this.

Random Leaf #623

I'm unaware of when it happened.uch like the ocean tide waving. It started in the front, followed by the row next and the next. Until finally the last. Their heads are bowed and waiting for what I will say.

Random Leaf #622

"And if I say, I will lead you to hell. Would still follow?"

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There was hope. I knew there was. And just like magic. Just like that, she was gone.

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There was hope—

I knew there was.

Then, just like magic...

just like that...

she was gone.

Random Leaf #620

It can be hectic sometimes.

Random Leaf #619

I am certain, somewhere in the bottom of your heart, you definitely and sincerely want to save them. But I am sure that isn't the only thing.

Random Leaf #618

I actually never left. The trees just decided to grow greener, and I who never wanted to move, just got swallowed by the lush evergreen.

Random Leaf #617

It is strange that there are times I feel I am not of this place even though I've been here over many times hence. It is if I was never here before but I am definite that I already am.

Random Leaf #616

If so you choose death, be it one you choose how.

Random Leaf #615

"With great sincerity, from the bottom of my heart, I am glad that you're happy," said the dishonest man.

Random Lead #614

They can get hated too. The same way the angel threw them out the garden. The same way they themselves ate the forbidden fruit.

Random Leaf #613

Get use to tears. Sooner or later, it not yours that you'll swim on. Just don't drown.

Random Leaf #612

And the wings on his back never grew to fly. It was there to wear against the sun.

Random Leaf #611

The cape he wore was never one to make him fly. He always knew he could never.

Random Leaf #610

Fear the fire and not oneself, does it not sound too proud even for just a dirt?

Random Leaf #609

Have you forgiven yourself?

Random Leaf #608

What did it taste like anyway? Mortality? Death? Knowledge? Betrayal? Corruption? Salvation? The truth? A lie?

Random Leaf #607

Same as the angel that guards the garden. Was it a sword on his hand or was it really an angel?

Random Leaf #606

One cannot merely be saved withour saving oneself.

Random Leaf #605

Rejoice! This too is a lie as well the many lies ahead.

Random Leaf #604

Tears are there to cleanse away the impurities. Sadness is just it's unlocking mechanism.

Random Leaf #603

Who else would save the hero but another hero. He cannot save his own.

Random Leaf #602

Regret the awkward silence you let slip by. They are memories filled with decision and you decided to be indecisive.

Random Leaf #601

Are you free?

Random Leaf #600

You are free.

Random Leaf #599

The shackles of chains and promises kept him from the freedom he desired and deserved. He is choking on his own. And death won't take him.

Random Leaf #598

Even tears drown in the sound of hollow laughter. Only the eyes can swim in it.

Random Leaf #597

Unaware, the noose slips and fails to carry him elsewhere.

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A sheet of paper as well a sheet of blanket is all a child need to comfily fall asleep. A voice to must exists. Who else would read the poetry?

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A sheet of paper,

a sheet of blanket—

is all a child needs for a dream.

Oh! But let’s not forget—

a voice must be there, too.

Who else would read the poem?

Random Leaf #595

There can only be one feather per flight that falls. The rest that did became stories.

Random Leaf #594

On the horizon beyond events and contemporaries, our dreams lie.

Random Leaf #593

Souls too get shatter as bricks of ice turns cold and just float away. Even ghosts once felt warmth.

Random Leaf #592

Beneath the sky ate nothing but leaves that sways on the rustle of the winds and sings on both the moonlight and the sunlit. It never happens at the same time.

Random Leaf #591

Hold on to lies, fill it enough faith until it becomes real. That's how promises are made.

Random Leaf #590

The cracks slowly creeps. Starting from the side, straight to the floor then the ceiling. They can be eyes sore. But time decides on the few what must reminds them.

Random Leaf #589

I have lied a thousand times and yet ones that just gets remembered are those sins I did to myself.

Random Leaf #588

Rolling it's tip as mark leaves upon leaves. The sight beholds the view. Memorizing and in love. It was a love letter. Destined never be opened.

Random Leaf #587

Unsung, unrequited, unhappyily rejoicing. He was in love and still is. Reject but never to himself.

Random Leaf #586

The sole of a shoe unshown but almost on its own filled the entire dance floor.

Random Leaf #585

The unrequited looked for a different promise to keep. One that is as simple and even still, one way or another, connected to her.

Random Leaf #584

Pebbles rolling. Grass dancing. Wind singing. A little girl in love.

Random Leaf #583

The guide looks through path trodden map, worn out and torn from a side and another. He has more to teach and more words to let reach the other side. But his yawn directs him a nearby shade.

Random Leaf #582

The waves bits through the sail and the undertow climbs on the mast. The sailor just sleep in his bunk, on his bed and in his mind.

Random Leaf #581

A smoke in his hand and not a haze on his mind. He chokes on refreshing night sky clouds as his dreams carries the moon away.

Random Leaf #580

Without you, this world, with everything in it, is empty.

Random Leaf #579

I have accepted it, a thousand times over, someday you will be happy.

Random Leaf #578

To tell you the truth, I am not mad but I am sometimes unstable.

Random Leaf #577

Here I am without curiousity of the color of her eyes.

Random Leaf #576

For most of my wondering, every now and then, I'd like tonget lost in your eyes.

Random Leaf #575

There is no way of saving but I will. I promise you that.

Random Leaf #574

They will guide you. The fairies and forest spirit will always do. You just have to listen to their whispers. Look for their signs. And beware of their lies.

Random Leaf #573

Always look for the bright side. You don't have look happy or sad about it. As long as you know where you are, you will never be lost.

Random Leaf #572

I'm happy for her, he lied over and over again. Unknown to him the growing rift that suddenly appeared somewhere beneath his chest.

Random Leaf #571

Read between the lies and look beyond the lines. Secrets are everywhere. Just a matter of whether your heart could take it?

Random Leaf #570

Look! Tears! It's on your cheeks. Is it not yours?

Random Leaf #569

Store it somewhere safe, maybe somewhere you'll completely forget about. It would do you wonder if you just pile it all up in a mess, that way, not a single one, holds any meaningful value.

Random Leaf #568

But of course lies are what made this cruel world a beautiful one.

Random Leaf #567

I could see it clearly, just as the night sky ruin the after taste.

Random Leaf #566

There are far more beatiful lies in this world. And mine is just the same.

Random Leaf #565

There's nothing to hold on to, said the hero who just learned to fly and is flying away.

Random Leaf #564

Even the stars can look sad sometimes.

Random Leaf #563

What then is the purpose of a short life if you couldn't enjoy it?