Hanami Haru (2024)

24/04/2023

In the stillness of the night, I find myself lost in memories of you.

I don't regret a single moment we spent together, the laughter, the conversations that flowed seamlessly between us. But as I sit here with a heart heavy with longing, I can't help but think that maybe I should have left things at hello. If only I had kept my distance, maybe the pain of your absence wouldn't be so acute. Yet, as I replay our time together in my mind, I realize that the moments we shared were worth it. And even though you're no longer here, the memories of our time together will stay with me forever.

How i wish...

09/04/2023

I see humans, no humanity,
Anger rises within, as we brew calamity,
A world that reeks of dread,
One is deaf, but hears the cry of the dead.

One is lost in the chaos of its ways,
Forgotten the values, whilst in this endless maze,
As darkness engulfs, and one's blind to the light,
Its heart have turned stone-cold, as one has lost sight.

The other is filled with sadness and despair,
Watching the world crumble without a care,
Feeling helpless, as it all falls apart,
Wondering where compassion and love did depart.

For the world has become a place of strife,
A battle between good and evil, rife,
Where the cries of the dead are ignored,
And the living are left alone to be floored.

08/04/2023

The sun beats down on your skin, a warm embrace that ignites a longing for the sweet and sour tang of lemonade. You can almost taste the icy chill of the glass against your lips, the satisfying burn of the carbonation as it dances on your tongue. But as the liquid slides down your throat, you realize that something is missing. The flavor doesn't pack the same punch, the aroma doesn't transport you to lazy summer afternoons quite like it used to.

You yearn for summer, but not just any summer - the one from five years ago. The one where the world was brighter, the colors more vivid. The one where the air was filled with the sounds of laughter and the scent of freshly cut grass. The one where the days stretched on forever and the nights were lit up by fireflies.

It's not just a craving for a season, but a yearning for a time when life felt simpler, more carefree. A time when the future was a hazy dream and the present was all that mattered. You close your eyes and try to hold on to that feeling, to recapture the essence of that summer. But like the lemonade, the memory is bittersweet. A reminder that time marches on, that nothing stays the same.

08/04/2023

In the still of the night, when the rest of the world has drifted off to slumber, there I sat at the edge of my bed, lost in thought. The clock on the wall was ticking away, each sound amplified in the silence. It was 2am and I couldn't shake off the feeling of restlessness. So I got up and wandered into the kitchen, searching for something to satisfy the gnawing hunger inside me.

As I ate, I gazed at my reflection in the mirror, wondering why I was still awake. "Why are you here?" I whispered to myself. "Why haven't you gone to sleep?" The answers eluded me, leaving me with a sense of unease.

I stepped outside for a walk, a cigarette dangling between my fingers. The night air was still, and I could hear my footsteps echoing in the emptiness. It was then that I realized how much I loved the tranquility of the night. It was the only time I felt at ease, alone with my thoughts.

As the night drew on, I felt an urge to return home, but I didn't want to sleep. I wanted tomorrow to come slowly, to savour each moment. Sleep would make it all pass too quickly. So I stayed up, lost in my own world, until my eyes could no longer stay open.

Sometimes, I wished I could stop time, just to reflect on my life, to ponder over my decisions. But I knew that wasn't possible, so I had to carry on, hoping that one day, I would find the answers I was looking for.

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05/04/2023

Life is a colorful canvas that we paint with every encounter, every experience, and every memory. It is a masterpiece that we create with each passing day, a beautiful journey that we embark on with hope and wonder.

As we lay our heads to rest at night, we look back on our past and reminisce about the bitter memories, the happy moments, and the sad days. We reflect on how our thoughts have matured, but that slight childishness still lingers within us. We realize that life, despite its fleeting nature, is beautiful in its own way.

Though I am not afraid of dying, nor am I afraid of being hurt or unhappy, I fear the emptiness that may one day consume my heart forever. And I hope that you, dear reader, share in this fear and use it to inspire you to make the most of every moment.

There is no need to worry about the future or shed tears over what we cannot change. Instead, let us cry because we never tried to do what we wanted to do. Let us live not to be happy, but be happy to live.

As we continue to ponder on the purpose of our existence, we do hope to gain a better understanding of life and what it means to truly live. And when we look back to the rivers that we once crossed, I hope you dear, reader to be able to say that you did your best and lived a life filled with purpose, passion, and joy.

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02/04/2023

~The Tragedy of Mortal Time

In the sands of mortal time,
Where life and death intertwine,
We bear the weight of memories,
And struggle with our destinies.

We dance with joy, we sing with pain,
With each breath, a heart sustains.
But in this fleeting mortal rhyme,
We suffer the tragedies of time.

The laughter of a child so bright,
Fades into the silent night.
The love we shared, now but a dream,
Lost in the winds of time's stream.

The tears we shed, the wounds we bear,
Remain, a testament to our care.
In this cycle of life and its strife,
We endure the tragedies of mortal life.

So hold onto the moments dear,
And treasure the ones that are near.
For in this journey of mortal grace,
We find the beauty in life's embrace.

So let us celebrate each day,
And find the strength to pave the way.
For in the end, we all must face,
The tragedies of mortal time and its grace

02/04/2023

Wind and Thoughts

With pen in hand, I venture to write,
Words that I've longed to see in light.

Whispers on the wind, my wishes set free,
Lost to reality, never meant to be.

My thoughts flow like ink, I pour them on page,
But in the midst, my pen runs out of rage.

Was it the hope of yesterday that I sought?
Or the questions of tomorrow that left me fraught?

Still I wonder, will I ever find the key,
To unlock the answers, my soul longs to see?

02/04/2023

The ultimate price

The price of life is not set in stone,
A fragile currency we must atone,
Forgetting or being forgotten, a cost,
As time marches on and memories are lost.

Memories, like ink on paper, fade,
Eroded by the eons, lost in time's parade.
But still, I choose to live each day,
And hold on dear memories to stay.

Unfortunately, our currency is not so vast,
A mere fraction of eternity we've been tasked,
To live life's journey, rolling the dice,
Call it luck, but death will come at its price.

02/04/2023

My auth.

the page was turned onto a new chapter
here I face, new endeavors, guilt, pain, and wonder.
afraid of the path, I took a step.
wondering, how this one will be felt.

the first paragraph lies a reminder,
"this is the last chance of you to remember"
"what's written before is nothing but a memory"
"what lies ahead, god knows what it'll be?"

the next page, is filled with nothing but a stutter?
I ask "who's author puts nothing and calls it filler?"
strike! I wake up from my deep slumber.
hands occupied, a pen, ink, and creased dirty paper.

02/04/2023

Unshackled misfits; You and I

we are but mere wanderers in this vast and colorful world. Our hearts beating to the rhythm of love, hope, and regret. We danced the dance of love, she fell first, and he fell harder. The passion that once burned in their souls was now just an ember, a flicker of what once was.

But he waited, hoped for her to come back to him. His heart was an open book, ready to receive her with open arms. However, fate had a different plan. She found someone better, and he was left alone to pick up the pieces of his shattered heart.

Days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months, and months turned to years. Time had passed, and she returned, hoping to rekindle the flame that once burned so brightly. But it was too late; he had moved on, found someone who loved him for who he was.

Regret was painted on their faces, a bittersweet reminder of what could have been. They learned a nostalgic lesson, a lesson that would stay with them for a lifetime. Love is not a guarantee, and timing is everything.

You and I, we are but unshackled misfits, wandering through life, searching for love, and learning from our mistakes. But amidst the chaos, we will find beauty, colors that light up our world and remind us of the joy that comes with every new day.

Hanami Haru

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