Unconventional

She has her books

And everything that blooms

She loves music

Only few can figure out

She has an undeniable sadness

And unconventional madness

But she is art herself

She loves anything

Others think may regard as nothing

So she created her own world

Where everything there is hopeful

It’s not a place nor a home

It’s unconventional thoughts

Perhaps 100s or thousand of those

And she want to turn it

To something that glows

She doesn’t know how and when

But all she knows is she will

Someday

Even if she is unconventional

In other words, a weird being.

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Old Soul


They think you’re odd

You’re weird and old

 But when you heard these things

It makes your heart gold.

You have yearning

For people, stories untold

Cities that are old

Beautiful as they told

Waiting for you 

To experience it all.

You simply dont want

Extravagant things and all

Just conversations 

Good food, The Beatles

Which never grows old

Simply because 

It’s what you wish for. 

People demand so much

But if you met an old soul,

They will remind you

To appreciate things

People tend to forget.

Fascinated with history

Their mind is beautiful as their soul

That will never cease to believe

That beautiful things

Happens to hopeful and selfless souls. 

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*Credits to Tumblr for the photo. 

Connections

I always long for genuine, natural connections between people. Then I always treasured them in my life believing that they’re just few out there in the world. Weird. One of a kind. Unique.

Missing them right now.