Enoch

Enoch Mar 31

Don't you hate yourself a little everyday

Don't you hate yourself a little everyday,
since you awake, things be the same,
all the scold and yell from back then,
come alive, live vividly in your mind.

Don't you hate yourself a little everyday,
knew something was off today,
but still play it off as it was a game,
you only got one chance to live these days.

Don't you hate yourself a little everyday,
all your regret, come back again,
a simple mistake, left with pain,
hate the way it is and still nothing left.

Don't you hate yourself a little everyday,
telling yourself, it is okay,
it is normal,
but it ain't.

Don't you hate yourself a little everyday.
Well, try love it every minutes even it's pain.

Enoch Mar 23

The weep of star

The star was shining,
the star was blinking,
the star was weeping,
Can you even see it?

Across the universe,
hiding behind the sun,
stay beside the moon,
but there was so few.

The star was hanging,
the star was staying,
the star still weeps,
do even know it?

There was a lot,
friends was what they called,
forgotten since you grown,
There they still weep their thoughts.

The star was sorrow,
the star was memory,
the star was weeping,
Would they ever stopped?

Enoch Mar 19

State of mind

I blank my mind in the middle of the day,
there was nothing came to me,
as it was 'blank',
as in nothing.

I thought of something in the middle of the night,
there was much to come by my side,
as it was 'thoughts',
as in many.

I dreamt of dreams in the middle of midnight,
there was the time where they all came by,
as it was 'dream',
as in much.

Enoch Mar 17

Snowman's dream

Stood in the pile of snow,
dreaming of his dream,
that all due in December.

The snow falls pieces by piece,
just like his dream,
that melt in February.

Build by fun time once sharing,
a time like fever dream,
that long gone ever since January.

There is him,
the snowman has new dream,
that begin again when March come in.

Enoch Mar 13

The dance of grief

The dance of grief,
between a lot of you,
and a little of me.

What’s the point of this dance?
The soulless wave,
the rhythmless step,
and the pointless music.

Here we round a circle,
and make a little of this dance,
suffer from same pain,
deal with different of grief.

She gave a lot to the whole lot of you,
each and unique,
she made this dance,
which we called grief.

She left…
She left and dance for the lot of you,
and the much for me.

Enoch Mar 12

The wide of eyes

The wide of your eyes,
tight and almost blind.
Never see what ahead of you,
the vision I could build.

You just one of them from the world they build.

The vision of your sight,
narrow and despair.
What more could you see,
when you didn’t even tried.

You just part of the member never move and never view.

The future I foreseen,
bold and scary.
Failure always part of it,
why won’t you and the rest try to bet?

I’m seen what more we could be.
Success will lie on me.

Enoch Mar 6

Mirror's life

The life within,
the glass holding.
The 'us' in it,
same yet but never so.

The mirror reflect,
a life slowly decay.
The 'me' in it,
same yet but never so.

The news I received,
hurt and expecting.
The cold 'smile' in it,
same yet but never so.

The image I see,
people's lives from daily.
The 'day' in it,
same yet but never so.