Desert of Lives

A desert of lives.
A maze of relationships.
We’re just people trying to survive,
As our lives unzips.
Yet will there be a chance to thrive,
And follow that of mere lips?
Or will we take initiative and drive,
As we begin our own trips?
So that we can revive,
To be someone who isn’t made from just scripts.
Thus knowing how it truly is to be “alive,”
And form relationships.
Within the desert of lives,
We can only continue to find different ways to survive.


Family Love

Every time,
He tells his parents that he loves them
No matter how much they laugh,
No matter how much they say they know.

Even when he is an adult living alone
He wants it to be shown
That no matter how old, he could remind them
That they were the reason why he had a home,
Why he never gave up and always had hope.

He knows that when they argued, they just wanted him to know
That they cared,
That they didn’t want him to be someone whom they would fear.

So everyday no matter what the age or year,
ā€œIā€ keep on telling my parents that I love them
Because one day,
They won’t be here to hear.