It takes fourteen days
to build a habit, they say.
Old conversations still feel so warm,
they recall thirteen stories I long to hear,
the twelve laughters we used to share.
At 11:11, "i would like to be with you
every single moment,"
ten words in repeat, nine times in a minute.
You broke it on the 8th,
and tried to not meet my eye.
Seven steps have never seemed so far
until we had the sixth goobye.
Five sleepless nights,
they're too much
for these four lullabies to fight.
There's nowhere else to go but off.
In three,
two,
it only takes one brave move
to break a habit, I would say.
Dec 12, 2020
Dec 12, 2020 at 11:44 AM UTC
The lights
are screaming,
"may the night
doesn't end."
We, too.
When we are
at our best,
we hope to
stay the same.
As the sun rises,
the lights say,
"I will be back."
We, too.
Dec 12, 2020
Dec 12, 2020 at 11:40 AM UTC
I have been craving for whiskey
for the comfort it gives me,
when all that lingers was your warmth
that went too fast like February.
Hand me a glass of whiskey
as quick as you can.
Catch me on the last train,
let’s escape the town while we can.
Oh, I guess I had too much whiskey
that I forget I am running away alone.
Just a little taste of whiskey,
sober enough to remember
to leave the things I don’t own.
But life,
it’s too short, too fast
to get drowned in whiskey.
And life,
it’s too playful, too painful
to have let me love,
but never experience you.
Sep 22, 2020
Sep 22, 2020 at 10:46 AM UTC
Stay,
let's pretend the world
is in our favor;
beneath my blanket curled,
it is you I search for.
Stay,
as if you find in me
the solitude you need;
tell me your story,
I'll live in it and never be freed.
Stay,
slowly, let's sail away,
and forget the price we might pay.
Stay,
I want to keep you in my poetry,
confined within my words and fantasy.
Please stay.
But if you can't,
atleast walk away gently.
Jun 14, 2020
Jun 14, 2020 at 7:29 AM UTC
How would it be if something hideous was precious?
What if you find out now what was concealed then?
j.c.l.
Apr 1, 2019
Apr 1, 2019 at 12:17 PM UTC
Yesterday, I blew a kiss to a flower.
That lonely and yellow one I was tempted to pick.
It was bold, although dainty, for blooming on a cold weather.
I was out with my favorite lemon tea, when it told me it loves the sun.
Each morning, it waited.
It patiently waited for that bright yellow light to touch its skin.
But every morning is a tired and yellow petal falling.
Yesterday, I blew a kiss to a flower.
That same day, the winter ended.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
In our next lives, we'll meet at the right time.
Under the blinding yellow sun or even on a moonless night, when I'm on my satin yellow dress or even when everything is plain and dull— at the right time.
And in our next lives, we'll make it right.
j.c.l.
Mar 31, 2019
Mar 31, 2019 at 4:10 AM UTC
"Tell me something I don't know" you said. You were gazing at the moonless sky, while I pretended to be sleeping. Answers came rushing to my mind but I couldn't even speak.
You don't know that you loved a red rose, so delicate but you might bleed against my thorns. You may end up letting me go for I am not worth the pain. You don't know that the girl next to you is a shooting star, you can either catch it or miss it. And even the constellation swears that the latter weighs more to you. You don't know that I have already given you myself. I don't fear to have nothing in return. I fear that the thing I gave is something to be returned. You don't know that in your warm blue eyes, is a reflection of me. And the second time I look through them, I am with a crowd of unfamiliar faces, when I am alone in front of you.
I was sorry back then, I couldn't give a word other than silence. The things you don't know are the things I was afraid for you to know, 'cause I had a feeling this will happen— you leaving.
Jul 8, 2018
Jul 8, 2018 at 3:19 AM UTC
Have I told you
how much coins I saved
for wishes made on wishing well?
And there is no falling star I crave,
for you are my wish, and you are real.
Have I told you
how butterflies play in me
when I hear from you the words I lost?
And fireworks explode inside me
as our lips touched while eyes closed.
Have I told you
that your voice is a lullaby?
I learned to dream as you watch me sleep.
But your silence hums goodbye,
I seem to lose what I'm trying to keep.
Have I told you
how I carved your name on my mind?
It's what I always say, I always write.
And your body is painted on my skin,
as you let go from holding me tight.
Have I told you
that in each chapter, in each page of my story
are feelings anew?
And I have turned you into a poetry,
behind each line, each word, is you.
........................................................................
I guess I haven't.
I guess I won't have the chance to.
Apr 30, 2018
Apr 30, 2018 at 8:49 AM UTC
Thoughts— my head as their axis
I lie on bed sleepless and stiff
My mom always says
"Count down to lull yourself"
One hundred
I remember holding you
And how our skin drifted
As what I feared but never anticipated
Ninety-nine
With you, every stars align
Our hands gracefully entwined
But how could they keep me confined?
Ninety-eight
Puzzled minds collate
The same minds that rotate
Turning around, finding their fate
Ninety-seven
This is how you bet and always win
How you bet and leave me thinkin'
How do I win to make us even?
Ninety-six
I find myself falling into your tricks
The sweetest ones but never the realest
They made me sane then made me sick
Ninety-five
I'm the bee protecting my hive
From you, the bear,
trying to steal what keeps me alive
Ninety-four
I've got a lot to explore
More on your unspoken gestures
You shut your eyes, when you mean the door
Ninety-three
I dive into you when you're a vast sea
While your tide is tossing me
Slowly setting me free
Ninety-two
If you are one shade of hue
You are neither red nor blue
Your are the color that symbolizes adieu
Ninety-one
With my flowing shirt and messy hair bun
You utter words that left me stunned
You end it all when it's undone
Ninety
Mom, this is not letting me sleep but is killing me
If I reach one, I'd greet the sun dreadfully
Is counting down to sleep really an agony?
Apr 26, 2018
Apr 26, 2018 at 5:54 AM UTC
She had teared enough to appreciate her value
In the dusk, she had wept silently and decided to start anew
However, those sobs were once a pleasant melody she's now tired of singing
She had agonized enough to get through the despair
She had throbbed and realized this is a thing she can't bear
However, those pains were once a fascinating photograph she's now tired of capturing
She had been wounded enough to convince herself to stop
She had been lost and fallen 'til she dared to lift herself up
However, those scars were once a beautiful canvas she's now tired of painting
She had fought enough to finally get out of the torment
She finally regained herself from the wasted time she had spent
However, those battles were once a breath-taking film she's now tired of watching
She had loved hard enough to be free from regrets
She smiled, laughed, and giggled, she had to admit
However, those memories were once a captivating poetry she's now tired of writing
Apr 26, 2018
Apr 26, 2018 at 5:52 AM UTC