I knew I had so much going on
but I couldn’t tell no body.
Even if I had wanted to ,
who would have listen?

The few I tried to reach out
were like plucked leaves
Of thesame twig …..
specifically planted outside ,
Outside of my circle .

They heard all I had to say ,
but couldn’t understood .
They lend their ears ,
but still heard nothing
They saw my tears but fled .
I let them into my world but
They broke it walls,
skimmed and posted my pages
On dark screens and twisted words.

Of course they broke our Trust,
if at all , it meant that much but
for me ? …… It hurts!.


I don’t pride in taking all the blames; like I really don’t need that much of fame .

But this time ,
the rooms were absolutely empty- if ever I could guessed right...
I was the only person left there in.

what else do I have to say ,
when everyone listen but
in reality ‘ nobody’ listens.

I rather would like to have ‘nobody ‘ who understands me ,
so I wouldn’t have to say no more, than a crowd
meticulously listening but deaf.


I wish for ;
Someone whose ears are open and so their minds
someone who looks at me
and wish that I mustn't say a word cause they know sometimes silence speaks lucid words and not in tongues .

I wish for ;
someone who sees that I ain’t perfect but
still respect my course
someone I can run to
and let away my fears,
knowing truly, they care.

Someone that places cold over;
my rage
my blaze
,my hurts and the burdens
seeding deep inside my chest.

I wish for ;
someone who would know when
I feel Iike I have lost my way ,
and definitely would know when
I feel that I do need some help.
someone who calls me by name
and gladly would show me the way .

That “Someone “…….
is somewhere,yes
somewhere I've long to be ;
A boundless city with so tiny a little space .
It is the perfect clone of my many wishes but
someday It may come to be , WHO KNOWS???..



~ Brokenpen