Thoughts of an optimistic pessimist

Living in a jungle called the human world.
People living without one true word.
Deceit and betrayal are the only truth.
And yet we live in denial;
We see the smoke but ignore the fire.

No longer brave; no longer strong.
Fighting all the time, we never get along.
Love and morals died out.
And yet we live in denial;
We see the smoke but ignore the fire.


We all suffer and it’s entirely our fault.
Respect and honesty no longer taught.
Pain and destruction now rule the world.
And yet we live in denial;
We see the smoke but ignore the fire.

To be fair the jungle isn’t always that bad.
There’s also beauty and for it I’m glad.
But this beauty is fading away;
We have to do our best for it to stay.
Because this jungle is our home.

Life will always be bitter sweet.
If the good exists, so does the bad.
So there’s no point in staying mad.
But we can’t keep living in denial;
Because we can’t keep ignoring the fire.

Butterflies and Hurricanes...

A butterfly in a beautiful garden.
A fragile creature with a heavy burden.
A heavy burden often known as life,
As in this life it’s not easy to survive.

The beautiful butterfly’s doing it’s best.
To live a full life and to never resist,
A chance for it’s soul to revive,
Until it’s the end of it’s life.

Through the garden it flies,
The river of it's dreams never dries.
And then comes a mighty hurricane,
Wiping the dreams away with it’s rain.

As the hurricane grows fiercer,
And the end seems nearer and nearer.
The butterfly is stuck in a fight,
That needs to be fought to reach the light.

Standing still won’t lead you anywhere,
It’s fight or lose and we’ve all been there.
It may take you a while to win this fight,
But at least you’re not giving up tonight.

The hurricane is only as strong as you are.
Aim to reach the sky, it’s not that far.
There’s no way to avoid a hurricane,
So stand in the middle and enjoy the rain.

Cause we’re all butterflies in the garden.
We’re all flying through life with it’s burden.
And no matter how fierce is the next hurricane,
We’re no longer afraid of the rain…

Inspired by: A song called "Butterflies and Hurricanes- MUSE"

A broken little heart...

There was a little girl, a little heart,
Living a broken life, torn apart.
She can’t recall what it was like,
Before her life became a constant fight.
Maybe she was happy once upon a time.
Over the years, of happiness there was no sign.
Her pain was never gone only silenced.
The fear is never gone, she’s always frightened.

The girl grew up still living in pain.
All the efforts to be happy were in vain.
The hole in her heart keeps getting bigger.
A way out of this hole, she cannot figure.
What do you do when who’s killing you,
Is supposed to be the one who loves you.
When the love for your tormentor is inevitable,
Of fighting back, will you ever be capable???

Emotions...

Hate…
Hate is strong and overwhelming.
It conquers your mind with no welcoming.
Be careful as hate can easily control your life.
With no resistance, it will cut through you like a knife.

Anger…
Anger, an emotion that is so consuming.
It gets control and all the time you’re fuming.
Anger will easily spread into your life.
It’ll consume so much. It’ll eat you alive.

Agony…
Agony might be harder to survive.
Giving in to it doesn’t mean you’re alive.
Getting over it might take you a while,
But an easy journey if you walk the first mile.

Joy…
Joy is the feeling that rocks your soul.
Joy isn’t really about having it all.
Joy can bring out who you really are.
Joy rise from within, it’s not that far.

Love…
Love is what really changes your life.
Receiving sincere love is a gift from above.
Feeling love is like having all what you need.
And love is best when given and received.

Satisfaction…
It’s really hard to feel satisfied,
when your problems, you’ve denied.
it’s good to appreciate what you’ve got.
It doesn’t matter whether it’s perfect or not.

Just believe...

With every breath, I take
My life is filled with the fake.
Fake emotions all around me,
Fake world surrounding me.

Illusions are now taken as reality,
The craziness mistaken for sanity.
Bonds between people fragile like ice,
Even the strongest broken with a roll of dice.

People grew more and more cruel.
And if you're different then you're a fool.
Values and morals fade and fade away.
Everyday obstacles come in my way.

Are we living in a sane world anymore?
Or this insanity already reached the core.
Life should not be this confusing.
Are we winning here or are we losing?

Have people given up on hope?
Or their dreams are strangled by a rope.
With what they have, everyone just settle.
To me life has become like a riddle.

Questions, Win or lose? Quit or fight?
Answers to these questions I cannot seem to find.
Holding on to hope is like holding on to fire.
People around me seem only lost in desire.

The magic in this world is clearly lost.
People’s hearts became cold as frost.
I look around, can't find any kindness
I look and find it replaced with iciness.

Is the hope in change really lost and gone?
Or I should still hope and wait for dawn.
The beautiful magic, can it be restored?
Can hope and dreams spread across the world?

Of a magical utopia, I constantly dream.
Where love and care flow like a water stream.
Where people can trust and believe in magic.
The magic of a world, so peaceful with no tragic.

It might be childish to hold on to such dream,
But I have to admit it gives me a wide beam.
The power to dream I don't want to lose.
Cause when lost I feel that time also froze.

Childish or ridiculous as it may seem.
I'm resolved to hold on to the power to dream.
I will always believe in magic, and so should you.
It's in my power to change the tragic, and so could you.

Just believe.