#brokenpieces

Make Peace With Your Broken Pieces - Unisex Heavy Blend™ Hooded Sweatshirt

"Make Peace With Your Broken Pieces" ✨💔 This hoodie isn’t just cozy—it’s a reminder to embrace every part of your journey. Perfect for chilly days, layering, and staying inspired. 🌱💪

I just wonder why?

Well, I find it funny that I was even surprised you did that.

It slightly pinched my chest though.

I‘m truly happy that you‘re over it.

I won‘t do the same though;

I still want to follow you,

even if that means seeing your photos with someone you love and happy with,

I will still react ❤️ to them

because I want to see your smile,

I want to see you genuinely happy (which wasn‘t the case when you were with me)

I want to see your posts with all the places you’ve visited with her etc., etc…

I just want to see you,

until I feel nothing

but the joy of being free

Tak pernah menyangka aku harus menghadapi kenyataan yang sama untuk kedua kalinya.

Keluarga adalah ruang terindah bagi seorang anak, seharusnya.

Namun mengapa bagiku rasanya seperti bangunan yang tak kokoh, mudah runtuh dan hanya untuk singgah.

Perasaan terluka di dalamnya terlalu banyak sehingga hal yang aku lakukan setiap harinya adalah hidup bersama luka-luka itu dibersamai dengan senyuman.

Usiaku sudah dua puluh lima tahun ini, rasanya lebih berat dibandingkan kejadian saat usiaku empat belas.

Aku hanya mampu memendam itu sendirian. Walaupun membagikan cerita ini belum tentu orang mau peduli dan punya ruang untuk menerima ceritaku.

Hanya mampu bertaruh pada dunia bahwa aku masih punya banyak kesempatan untuk bahagia.

Aku masih memiliki mimpi-mimpi yang ingin kuwujudkan.

Aku masih memiliki banyak hal untuk dirayakan.

Bloodied Angel

by Justin Minoru Leachon Luna

02/08/17

ii. The Haunting I

As night falls you'll hear the weeping willows

The wind calls the lost, pulled to the shadows

Of where a ghastly angel strays alone

With bloodied veil, the angel cries alone

Her sobbing will torment your own being

Distorted squeals caused by her suffering

Without a drop of tear left, she still cries

Repeated sequence as she again dies

What caused her to stay that way... I can't say

Or why she lay there alone everyday

Or if her pain can be taken away

Her eyes are ever so filled with sadness

Her entire image is a total mess

An angel whose beauty left with madness

iii. Reflection of Samantha

Life, why have you forsaken me? Tell me

What have I done for this to come to be?

Tell me who you are! Why are you staring?

I don't know who you are—why you're looking

All I wanted was to drink some water

But then why are you staring from down there?

Is it my death that you are wishing for?

'Til Death? For Never

by Justin Minoru Leachon Luna

05/21/15 03:13am

Fading... Slowly fading to the sea...

'My delicate dying damsel's lament'

A lost soul waiting lonely waiting for nothing,

sitting there drifting, drifting to the firmament,

in pain she's crying, weeping and dying,

my damsel - my damsel - trapped in torment.

Holding and mending, wielding love's lost truth,

tears flow from her lovely lackluster eyes,

she's keeping her vanity while keeping her pain,

pain that's put in vain, vain attempt to realize,

what's true about love—the pain that's called love?

her love - her love - flower bouquet of lies.

Dripping from her veins dripping crimson blood,

as she's sitting suffering all alone

while crying and crying causing a flood,

flood of blood, blood drips for her love that's flown

fading and dying—slowly dying,

my damsel - my damsel - my only love

in sight the flight light, die! start flying,

to love again the love our once lost love

Is Love a Taboo?

by Justin Minoru Leachon Luna

I. Xynlee

'What a fucked up society we are in?'

I can still remember Pierre's mother as she screamed and questioned him, "What have you done to Xynlee?"

'Is it forbidden? Is it against the law to love someone you truly love?'

Well, in my case, I am deeply in love with Pierre. We knew each other since we were kids. I know, yes, I really know that he is in love with me too. 'Twas the reason why we wanted to get married. But then, every one of them, each and every one of them disagreed. All of them did not bless us. Now, everything is a mess—even my parents hate me, I also do not know why they are so angry with Pierre.

Ever since that day that we opened up about our plan of getting married, everything was ruined.

II. Pierre

'What a fucked up society we are in?'

I just wanted to be with Xynlee, but why has it there are too many obstacles?

The Masquerade Parade

by Justin Minoru Leachon Luna

Colors fill the night sky tonight

Fireworks glow and then fade in flight

Parade of dreams that all do wait

Dark nightmare lain with awful weight

Wearing a smile for all to see

River of tears flow to the sea

Such beauty and glamour adorn

Tarnished inside, a soul that's torn

Success that is cherished by all

Failure sinks as flowers do fall

Colors fill the night sky tonight

As darkness conquers the frail light

They march in glee such happiness

In a parade of real sadness

Feeling gladness in crowd of masks

Loneliness sealed with clever tasks

Smiling at each other like real

Intoxicated by fake feel

It is euphoria as they say

Dysphoria is the price to pay

Acceptance that they are seeking

Just rejection that is reeking

Jewels shimmer on ornaments

Lackluster verve endless torments

All they want is to feel comfort

Deceiving as the last resort

Receiving so much in return

Letting go as other's do learn

Clover Lane

(I. Lights)

by Justin Minoru Leachon Luna

"Silent night, Holy night

All is calm, all is bright"

The songs, they lingered in the air as the cold wind and the Yule spirit enclasped the entire Clover Lane.

The bright lights, they call to me as I watched them twinkling on the nearby houses. They were calling to me, and so, there I was, getting nearer and nearer—following them.

I was a little drunk... no, I was really drunk. And there I was, following the lights.

As I follow the blinking hazy sparkles, I walked across the three kids. They were singing carols with their angelic voices. The music soothed my senses. In my mind, there was some sort of a euphoric sense. My feet were moving on their own, attracted maybe by the music from their songs.

Dazed and amazed by the lights, I just let my body move. The songs in my head, the voices, the echoes... I was somewhat hypnotized—swimming in the bliss with the songs ringing inside of my ears.