When you're not with me,
all I can see is your color
flowers, sky, and moon,
everything is purple.
Just like how you caught me
in my color, the gray.
It turned into blue rays
where peace and love remain.
And now I’m missing you,
missing you this bad.
Like baby, why can’t we?
Why can’t we be this time?
I’m still here, can’t bury
the feeling in my rays.
Our “almost” struck me !
Even death couldn’t save me.
May 7
May 7, 2026 at 8:09 AM UTC
What kind of love,
I reach for you—
Do I?
hays...
I'm sipping coffee,
yes, to stay awake,
but sleep steals in—
can you guess?
I bite on chocolate
to spark some fire,
but still,
I drift again—
what kind of life is this?
It’s like saying,
“I don’t like you,”
but the truth
is wrapped in silence,
sealed beneath this guarded chest.
So tell me—
What is this?
Apr 4
Apr 4, 2026 at 6:48 AM UTC
My mind still clicks
something unexpected
There are nights it would sound like drums
some like bullets
Was there a lifetime with you?
when I’m yours, and you’re mine
I remember you told me
There’s nothing to end
because it didn’t even start yet
Now, I’m still those nights reading those replies
How could you send it
when you know from the start
I’m a gray cloud
and suddenly rain explodes
lightning in my nerves
shouting serenity
I’m in a storm
I’m a super typhoon now, baby.
Apr 4
Apr 4, 2026 at 6:42 AM UTC
I was thinking
coffee..
coffee, could make me awake,
Though I know for sure it won’t.
You,
the ghost, the aura, the smile,
keep me awake.
Can we go have coffee?
Or just have you instead, baby?
Apr 4
Apr 4, 2026 at 6:29 AM UTC
How can I tell to my whole world
That I was drowning in this pool,
When I know brighter than salt water
It still can break me like a fool.
Have you ever felt chest pain?
While you're sleeping but conscious?
Have you ever cried and begged in vain?
Yet silence answers, cold and cautious.
A bed of roses, pillows of skies,
Ever serene in blue-tinted hues,
Just close your eyes and face the lies,
Darkness remains, not what you choose.
But another “hayss” in this life,
Begging the world to just be gentle,
From the start, it cuts like a knife,
Body and soul, yet still essential.
Mar 25
Mar 25, 2026 at 1:21 AM UTC
I’m scared of electricity,
As it gives hints to me,
I can’t even utter a word,
Especially your name, silently.
I wonder how comfortable
It is to kiss your lips,
To sit and tell the whole world
The mind that slowly slips.
As you can hear the heartbeat loud,
More than I can say your name,
Hi, sunshine for a thousand miles,
I miss you, but not the same.
What a shame to call your name,
In the first place it wouldn’t be the same,
I fold the hands that once were yours,
And bury them where none can claim.
Mar 22
Mar 22, 2026 at 9:06 AM UTC
I’m scared of electricity,
As it gives hints to me,
I can’t even utter a word,
Especially your name, silently.
I wonder how comfortable
It is to kiss your lips,
To sit and tell the whole world
The mind that slowly slips.
As you can hear the heartbeat loud,
More than I can say your name,
Hi, sunshine for a thousand miles,
I miss you, but not the same.
What a shame to call your name,
In the first place it wouldn’t be the same,
I fold the hands that once were yours,
And bury them where none can claim.
Mar 22
Mar 22, 2026 at 9:05 AM UTC
So, people do exist when needed,
or eventually they are not granted.
Some are not capable of dreaming,
as it polluted the capacity in learning.
Love just exists when empathy is given,
freedom is beyond existing.
As people hard to forgiven,
the endless Mother of Heaven.
Pour love so I can go beyond existing,
as this mind is not capable of anything.
Or I could say it has all, and now it’s burning
I mean, it’s full, can’t even processing.
So, does it mean loving,
or was it the ache of not forgiven?
Does this word mean longing,
or was it not just contemplating?
Mar 21
Mar 21, 2026 at 6:24 AM UTC
A nervous one caught up in a crowd,
With shifting eyes and unsure stance.
But as time moves, life sings aloud.
A quiet pull, a passing glance.
For unfamiliar hellos, quick goodbyes,
Moments of blurring name.
Then softly heard, to my surprise,
The very first time they said ma’am.
Oh life, I never dreamt in youth
That I would stand in such a view.
To hold, to shape, to speak a truth
To teach, to guide, and still learn too.
I'm maybe starting the preview,
It was nice to feel nerves grow warm.
In all my life, I longed for this too.
A calling I’d never expect to form.
I didn’t have the license though,
But it feels like the right thing to do.
A first time, yet it deeply sinks
Goodbye class, and here we go!
Mar 21
Mar 21, 2026 at 6:21 AM UTC
There are chills that no matter what jacket you wear,
and no matter how tightly you wrap yourself in a blanket,
nothing changes.
No matter how tight you hug your pillow,
the cold still lingers.
It’s not the weather,
but something deep inside.
It is the heart that is longing.
Because this is a kind of cold,
You know, you will be healing,
And healing...
for the rest of your life.
Mar 20
Mar 20, 2026 at 10:33 AM UTC