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  • truenorth 5w

    morning blues

    I hope you find mornings as a gifts you've been waiting to open and even if you don't, I hope you stay to wait for a morning that feels like one.

    the night is long but someday, the light will crack at your own dawn and it will find you right at the empty spaces just where u needed it most.


    ©truenorth

  • truenorth 7w

    I hope to glow a little bit over the moon so that the darkness won't eat me up anymore


    ©truenorth

  • truenorth 11w

    the moon may not know this but all the stars in me have felt the gravity pulling me to you as the asteroids circled me along with the lingering feeling that I could spark the brightest in the universe created just for us.



    ©truenorth

  • truenorth 13w

    #growingup #adulthood #struggles #adulting #mirakee

    I see more of me these days, the thoughts and emotions that have been locked up as I failed to recognize them, or maybe I did, I just did not had the time to feel it; the things I used to enjoy and kept me up all night but stopped because adulthood reminds me of the reality I am in and that the future has no room for a childish play; the moments I have always overlooked because I was so focused on what's ahead of me and what tomorrows have to offer.
    I have grown so much into an adult, shaped by society and reality, designed to take space in the practical world, doing a practical job, living a practical life. The future occupied me and the call to be an adult stressed me out. We were burned out, scared, and anxious of what's in store for us, so afraid to be left out. And so we silence our inner child, stopped our hobbies, and postpone emotions. It piles up, piles up, and piles up again, until we explode.
    And tonight was my first explosion. Everything I've been keeping inside went out running, racing with each other, as if they knew it was long overdue and that they had to get out or they'll be trapped again, for a long indefinite time, until the next explosion.
    At times like this, in this blurry vision, I see more of me than I have ever seen myself with clear eyes.

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    tonight, I have seen more of me

    ©truenorth

  • truenorth 13w

    oh to be told i love you in a million different ways other than just saying i love you
    #love #poetry #poem #mirakee #iloveyou

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    how to say i love you

    He said
    I've got the prettiest eyes
    But I whispered
    It's because I've got
    the prettiest view
    with you
    standing right in front of me


    ©truenorth

  • truenorth 15w

    All it was
    was a sand castle

    The walls I've made,
    and warriors I've trained
    The blocks I've built,
    And door I've guarded.

    One touch from you,
    and a second of us,

    And it will fall apart
    And I'll willingly surrender
    All over again

    ... and again 

    'cause all it was
    was a sand castle

    weak

    when it comes to you 


    ©truenorth

  • truenorth 17w

    One two three,
    Breath and set it free
    Let the animals flee
    They're dying, can't you see?

    Four five six,
    Stand and start to fix
    The forest is at risk
    They're burning, aren't you vexed?

    Seven eight nine,
    Wake up, you'll be fine
    Once again, humanity must be defined
    We're losing, would you cross the line?

    Ten eleven twelve,
    Speak, act, and live
    The rulers we have are thieves
    We were deceived, what more can we give?

    Thirteen fourteen fifteen,
    Open your eyes, it must be keen
    To find the truth behind the screen
    They're lying, isn't that a sin?

    Sixteen seventeen eighteen,
    Think and use your brain
    The oceans are cying in vain
    They're drowning, can't you feel the pain?

    Nineteen twenty twenty-one
    Listen and never run
    See the children holding a gun
    They need you, would you give them a hand?

    Twenty-two twenty-three twenty-four
    Look and you'll see more
    Dying and homeless poor
    They're lost, will you open the door?

    Twenty-five twenty-six twenty-seven
    Write and fight even
    The politics is all rotten
    It's tiring, could you please stop lying?

    Twenty-eight twenty-nine thirty,
    This is for you and me
    Where are your eyes of sympathy?
    Where are your minds of liberty?
    Where are your ears of serenity?
    Where are your souls of spirituality?
    Where are your hearts of sincerity?

    One two three,
    We won the battle between terrorists and army
    But we lost our battle of humanity.

    I lost count
    Your turn.


    written: 2016




    Tags: #poetry #poem #mirakee #nature #poverty #environment
    #community #war #humanity #animals #terrorism #politics #media #homeless #lies #corruption #countdown #sympathy

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    final countdown

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    ©truenorth

  • truenorth 17w

    and if words are not enough, 
    just tell me by your eyes
    because eyes — they never lie



    ©truenorth

  • truenorth 17w

    galaxy is where my stars are written in your poetry



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  • truenorth 17w

    my life is a one-way trip
    and it's never a victory
    it's either I lose or I'm lost
    that's what's waiting for me
    at the end of this road

    because the truth is,
    the sun never shine for me
    the sea never let me see the horizon
    and the stars never form a constellation
    in the eyes of a broken soul

    the odds were never on my favor
    the winds never let my ship go farther
    there was never a song that speaks out for me
    and I guess there's no refill in the ink of life
    I'll live every 32nd day of the month
    I don't want to reach the finish line
    let me just stop here—


    ©truenorth