The Truth Behind Lies and Truths

WHAT IS the plural of lie?

It’s lies right?

And what is the plural of truth?

Is it truths?

In some way it’s not. Truths is an uncountable noun. It means that we cannot count it. You wanted to know why??

It’s simple as this;

It’s because, in this world where we’ve grown up, there are so many lies! Lots of it. They are everywhere. Unlimited. Littering every truth. Stabbing everyone. Breaking every bond. They never got tired. BUT.. no matter how many lies there are, we all know that there is only one truth!

^~~~^

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I Need a Pause.

BUT NOT here.

not now.

not in front of them.

let not trickle.

for just a moment.

let not burst.

for just a moment.

can still control them.

can still make them stay.

for a while.

not here.

not now.

not in front of them.

it hurts.

warmth in my eyes.

but please.

not in front of them.

^~~~^

Close To Perfect

IF I ask you to

would you agree with me?

 

If I ask you to

would you come with me?

 

Come on!

let’s escape!

 

Let’s leave them behind

the sorrow, the grief

 

Let’s leave them behind

the reality, the life

 

Come with me

to where something is everything

and nothing is something

 

Come with me

to where lies are jokes

and truth is just a dream

 

Come with me

to where words are not knives

but a perfect melody just for us

 

Come with me

to where promises are not glasses to be broken

but glasses to be fixed

 

Come with me

to where the ocean flies in the sky

and the clouds dive into the sea

 

Come with me

to where everything is close to perfect

and the only missing is you

 

So come with me

and everything will be perfect.

 

Would you come? With me?

 

^~~~^

 

 

 

 

Let Me Close My Eyes

WHEN LAUGHS laugh with me,
I don’t wanna sleep,
I don’t even wanna close my eyes.

Terrified that if I do so,
smiles will run away even faster than Forrest Gump.

Terrified that if I do so,
faces will be as poker as John Keats’.

Scared that if I’ll open my eyes again,
the world will be different –a world where muggles are mutants,
the world will turn upside down –a world where wizards are slaves.

Scared that if I’ll open my eyes again,
I will lose ev’ry single good vibes
stolen by a person who got hands like Harry Houdini’s,
I will be staring at nothing,
staring as what Claude Monet would have been doing.

Scared that if I’ll open my eyes again,
reality will run through the veil of blurriness
like how Hermione’s Fidelius hide stuff,
reality will transform into the mirror of lies
like how Ron’s Fera Verto do so.

Petrified that things will switch itself into something
that even Albert Einstein can’t elucidate;
dreams into broken glasses as what happens
to the Dark Lord’s desire,
love into hatred as how we’ve love and hate
Haymitch Abernathy at the same time,
trust into betrayal as what Fernand and Danglars
did to Edmond Dantes.

But when misery soars up, together with the dementors,
higher than the clouds in the sky, ravenous for my happiness,
all I wanna do is close my eyes.

Close my eyes till it’s tired of craving,
close my eyes till it got a broken wing,
close my eyes till it dive into the ocean of tears.

Thinking that closing my eyes will fix everything as how magic works,
that closing my eyes will erase the feelings as how Alzheimer’s does.

Hoping that closing my eyes will make me as hard as a stone,
that closing my eyes will solve every equation of misery.

Believing that closing my eyes will put away the sorrow,
that closing my eyes will make my dreams better than the veracity.

Because once and for all,
I thought that closing my eyes, that seeing the nothing,
is the only answer to everything!


Let me close my eyes,

even just for a while.
I needed a time,
alone.

^~~~^

 

 

 

You’ve Said Enough

YOU SAID you care for me

but it wouldn’t mean anything

if you don’t act like you do.

 

You said you love me

but it wouldn’t mean anything

if you act the other way around.

 

You said you believe me

but it wouldn’t mean anything

if you question every words I say.

 

You said you’ll be there for me

but it wouldn’t mean anything

if you’re always walking away.

 

You said everything will be okay

but it wouldn’t mean anything

if you’re the one who’s not open-minded.

 

You said things..

You said..

And here I am, drawn to you

Here I am believing

in all the things that come out of you.

 

You said things..

You said..

And here I am, listening to you

Here I am hoping

to all the words that you’ve used.

 

You said things..

You said..

but it wouldn’t mean anything

if you didn’t mean a thing you’ve said.

 

You said things..

You said..

And here I am, a fool

Here I am, an idiot

still hanging when you’ve already given up.

 

You said things..

You said..

And here I am, hurt

Here I am, in pain

Please, you’ve said enough..

^~~~^

Unseen. Unspoken. Unforgotten.

UNSEEN. UNSPOKEN. Unforgotten..

Carved. Embedded. Buried.

“maybe it won’t ever go away, coz there’s no other way,
just came and stay, oh it’ll stay”

no need to speak
no need to explain
no need to elaborate
i think my hand knows me more than I do..

^~~~^

Loyal Than Lovers Do

I DON’T know how others forgot the feelings.

I don’t know how they ended the love.

I don’t know how to stop it.

I know nothing..

coz for me, it’s just always here,

the feelings.. the love..

 

For me it will never fade,

it will never be gone,

but so does the hurt.

 

I want to learn how others do it

I want to know how they control it

I just want to learn how to forget it

but not to delete the love

not to erase the feelings

just the hurt, the hurt alone.

 

But I think it’s not possible

because love and hurt

are even loyal than lovers do.

 

But how did they do it?

Forgetting..

like nothing really happened.

^~~~^