Be Still

Be still

and go on to bed 

Nobody knows what lies ahead

Life is short

to say the least

We’re in the belly of the beast

Be still

Wild and young

Young may your innocence reign

Like shells on the shore

and may your limits be unknown

and your efforts be your own

If you ever feel

you can’t take it anymore

Don’t break character

you’ve got a lot of heart

Is this real or just a dream?

Oh, rise up like the sun and

labor till the work is done.

Be still..

one day you’ll leave

Fearlessness on your sleeves

When you come back

tell me what did you see?

Was there something out there for me?

Be still..

Close your eyes

Soon enough you’ll be on your own

steady and straight

And if they drag you through the mud,

it doesn’t change what’s in your blood

Don’t break character

you’ve got a lot of heart

Is this real or just a dream?

Oh, rise up like the sun and

labor till the work is done.

Be still..

Be still..

Be still..

Be still..

Over rock and chain

Over sunset plain

Over trap and snare

When you’re in too deep

In your wildness dream

In your made up schemes

When they knock you down

When they knock you down

Don’t break character

you’ve got a lot of heart

Is this real or just a dream?

Oh, rise up like the sun and

labor till the work is done.

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Women

Women are strong

they stand 

they fight

they endure

for those they love

Women are smart

they teach

they calculate

they appreciate 

for the things they have

Women are beautiful

they preach

they give

they forgive

without asking for return

But,

women are women

In any shape,

in any dress,

in any skin,

deep down they know

they are women,

deep down we know

they are women,

deep down you know

they are women,

and..

deep down he should know

she is a woman

 

On Top of the Hill

​On top of the hill I’m standing,

watching and wondering

of all the blue and green

of the leaves hissing

of the branches dancing

of the diamonds floating

for how long will it be lasting?


On top of the hill I’m standing,

overlooking all things yonder

to find what I adore

to question the future

to interpret this metaphor

as a praise to the illustrator

of the earth and sky beyond


June 1, 2017


Memories

Memories were made.
Time flies so fast.
Things have changed.
Moments stuck in your mind.
You cannot go back
no need for you to do so.
All you want to do is just
to keep those memories
as precious as they were.
Do you know why?
Because memories are too beautiful to be forgotten.
Because memories are too powerful to be erased.
Because memories are just.. memories

The Moon

for a certain reason I can do nothing

for a certain reason I breathe heavily

for a certain reason I can’t take my eyes of you

how do I look?

how do I look when I look at you?

do I look like a clown, or a witch?

how do I look in front of you?

never mind

I know you don’t mind

don’t read my mind

I don’t mind

embrace the moon

the moon is too far

they want the moon

I want the moon

Fiska Oktavia, April 14, 2014

moonlight

the moon