Healer By: a hurricane between the rain No comments

A song, maybe?

At the time I'm going to move forward
I run the miles back to the soberest state of mind
The road is greedy
So I fall and caged by the same slammer
That used to trap me with sweet talk and promises
So hard to take it
Yet so haunting to get off
On the night I no longer want anything but loyalty
He got me again
Despite being the place where I lost myself

The shoulder you offer without being asked
The ears of a good listener
Slowly bring me back into a whole again
We have those eyes of broken hearts
Being scared of what life might put us through
Building self-protection up too high
Trying to fix each other
But lose control so often
Fall treacherously deep into a who's-wrong-and-who's-right game
And end up hurting

This is not only about being crushed by betrayals and lies
It's like part of me has mentally ripped off a half
At least that's what's my supportive mind can't handle properly
Because I'm a loser
And I know that

I'm sorry

By the last chance my brain got ignorant,
I put all the scattered pieces of me and stand up
I want to go home and heal my wounds
It's never been easy to trust a doctor
But I'll try because it's you

I've always tried

So please don't go

Or pour some more gasoline on the ember

The fire's sometimes too wild to tame

And I'm either too fragile or too strong to fight

I just want to be with you and heal everything

Nothing else

This night,

Blow me a kiss on the forehead

Let us dive into the peace of dream

Forget all the breakdowns

And let's try to love again tomorrow

Forever.

—b, 08/19/18

This Is Daniel Altan Wing to Junebug By: a hurricane between the rain No comments

Beneath the sombre and starless sky
When land has devolved into two warring countries
And everything's gone wrong
I was a street rebel, lonely, and homeless
Born into the slums
My whole life is always been in chaos
The plague ripped through The Colonies
Causing an endless havoc
And the death of my family.

With the houses full of marks
The truth's buried in beautiful lies
Smoke decorates the unholy clouds
There was nowhere to go
Mouths were shut
So were the iron bars.

There in the dark cube
I was locked with insolent emptiness
Away from collapsed roofs and walls
From the roar of people's thirst for power
From the suddenly incoming tanks
From the sound of smashed doors and women's screams
And for a brief moment, I was happy
But the armed foxes always sleep nicely on their bouncy beds
Never have the anger and misery to undergo when they know they're clean
But are arraigned on a charge of a felony they've never done.



But then you came.



—this is Daniel Altan Wing to Junebug

inspired by the book "Legend" by Marie Lu