Why is it that I still write poetry
Even if I **** at rhyming words
I still listen to music
Even if the genres have evolved repetitively
I still sing high-pitched songs
Even if there's no way for me to reach it
And I still like you
Even if there's not a single chance that
You'll feel the same way for me
Why is that so?
Nov 2, 2015
Nov 2, 2015 at 5:50 AM UTC
A life without love
Is like an ocean without fish
A garden without flowers
A sound without noise
A life without love
Is a morning without coffee
A smile without joy
A word without letters
A life without love
Is a life without you
And the life I am living
Nov 2, 2015
Nov 2, 2015 at 5:41 AM UTC
don't you know
how important
you really are to me
even if your name
is the mere definition
of the word 'impossible'?
i may relate you
to some (parts) of nature
first is the stars,
for you're too far
for me to reach
next is the wind
because I know for sure
that you're around
even if your presence
is completely unseen
probably you're like
the dawn
for i know how stunning
you really are
even if I need not
to bother
looking at you
and just like
the storm
you show up
whenever you just
feel to
even if
I can't be with you
at least I've got
a memory of you
and that is
more than enough
Oct 31, 2015
Oct 31, 2015 at 10:38 AM UTC
The rooftop setting is all I could ever ask for
It is way more romantic than the sunsets in the shore
You can both watch the stars twinkle and the city lights glow
While you can hear busy chats of the people as the car honks from below
The breeze that makes your body quiver,
Has also caused your dear lips to wither,
Which gave him a hint to wrap you around his arms,
And to carefully kiss you with no possible harm
Oct 31, 2015
Oct 31, 2015 at 10:20 AM UTC
A verse doesn’t have to rhyme
In order for it to be called a poem
It doesn’t have to have a quota
To limit your endless ideas
It doesn’t have to be beautiful
In order for it to be read
It doesn’t have to be spontaneously vague
To be able to leave a good impression
But your poem has to have a heart
For whenever an eye passes through your scribbled mind
He will be able to fathom the real emotion of your work
Jun 26, 2015
Jun 26, 2015 at 5:11 AM UTC
*i wonder why some people even wanted to put themselves in my shoes
when they’ve got their own anyway
if only they knew that they won’t like it here when they dared to try it
it seemed like it’s just I, the one wearing it, who makes it more beautiful & presentable on the outside
but they’ll surely regret it
for the longer they’re in it, the more painful they’ll have to tolerate
just like how I dealt with it
so better not try it in the first place
if you got your own, wear it then
who knows, you might lose it*
May 17, 2015
May 17, 2015 at 12:44 PM UTC
I saw you flipping through the pages of a book
And I thought to myself I'd do anything to be that book
You were interested in it
You took the time to read every line
To understand each and every word
The way your eyes stared in passion, curiosity, excitement...
The way you smiled at the new information
Everything I've always wanted you to do to me
To actually want to know me...
To actually want to understand who I am...
To smile because you learned something new about me...
To flip through my pages and learn about my life...
Who knew I'd be jealous of a book?
Feb 15, 2015
Feb 15, 2015 at 11:00 AM UTC
*You usually gaze your attention
To the things that were easily tossed by the wind
Without even noticing the very tiny speck
That had already conquered your eyes
Which had caused you to blink for a sec
And made you lose out of your way
Confused with which way to go
Til’ suddenly you are totally lost
And as you began to open it
Teary eyed, with wet eyelids though curled lashes,
All you saw was nothing but a blurry vision
Waiting for it to turn as lucid as you expected it to be
But it didn’t
And so you panicked
And messed it all up
And realized that you just made it all worse*
Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 9:52 AM UTC
*I knew you were already mine
But still
I have this feeling
Of not being complete
No, don’t blame yourself
Because it wasn’t you
And neither was I
It’s just that
Something was missing
That can never be found
I don’t want to
Stay like this forever
Maybe it’s about time
To release these hallucination
And wake up
Not from this dream
But from this nightmare
That you aren’t totally real
You may be in my every poem
That was yet to be written
But that’s all
Nothing more and nothing less*
Jan 28, 2015
Jan 28, 2015 at 4:38 AM UTC
**As you read this
I’m pretty sure that it would seem a bit familiar to you
Probably because of the guilt that rises from your throat
For not approaching me back
The moment when our paths had finally crossed
Actually, I was just waiting
For you to do something
But all you did was stood still
Blank eyes, jaw-dropped, and fists closed
If only you knew how unsettled I am
That for every millisecond of the day
My mind roams through yours
As I try to fathom bits and pieces of your thoughts
Trying to build an illusion
In order for us to form a percussion
Maybe was it all bloated in my dreams
Covered with clouds of fear that dim
Popping and popping til’ it starts to compose a hymn
Hoping and hoping to see once again from him**
Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 7:36 AM UTC