bruises, cuts, and scars can go away,
but words, but words, but words,
will always stick and s t a y.
Jun 7, 2016
Jun 7, 2016 at 10:45 AM UTC
*The stage has been set
Nature anxiously waits to see
How the Earth intends
To transform a seed into a tree
Cloaked beneath the soil
Hidden far from sight
Strengthened by the rains
Nourished by the light
And perhaps magic does exist
Just undetected to the human eye
Because that tiny little seed
Has now risen to the sky*
Jun 6, 2016
Jun 6, 2016 at 1:48 AM UTC
*And so I took a deep breathe,
and start again.
Everyone pushes me.
I'm tired.
I'm tired.
I'm not good enough in faking.
I'm not good enough in faking,
a love.*
Jun 3, 2016
Jun 3, 2016 at 3:16 AM UTC
"wanna go to the park?" he asked.
That was the first time I feel a weird beat in my chest.
We went to the park.
I saw him sipping his soda; but I know he's sipping out his pain.
I saw him knocking his knuckles to the tree, as we laugh to Family Guy; but I know he's knocking out his fears.
I saw him moving closer next to me, because the rest of the bench is wet; but I know he's moving closer to a temporary source of happiness.
May 29, 2016
May 29, 2016 at 3:18 PM UTC
People are like rain.
They are falling,
and crashing.
They thought that was meant to be;
falling,
and crashing down to the earth.
They thought that's just how life works.
They thought life could only throw them down.
I was one of them, back then.
Until I melt down into a pool of storms.
I was falling,
and crashing,
and crawling.
Until I found myself sprawl in the middle of the storm, flowing with the others.
But I stopped.
And bless myself among happiness; rain.
May 29, 2016
May 29, 2016 at 3:06 PM UTC
Life is too short to go to the same coffee shop every morning,
sipping another Vanilla Latte to start the day.
To walk on the same road all over again.
To wear the same shirt every week.
But he is not like that.
He eats cereal for his dinner,
and grapes for the next day,
or maybe sausages.
He buys different kind of breakfast,
from different kind of stores every morning.
Today he use bike to work,
and tomorrow he will use bus,
but last week he used taxi,
because he just received his first check.
He drops out of school,
because he don't like school.
He also don't celebrate birthdays.
That's what I like about him.
He opens different kind of door every morning,
expecting another surprise for that day.
Craving for another adventure,
waiting for another experiences.
He is always new,
He is always mad.
May 29, 2016
May 29, 2016 at 2:58 PM UTC
*Love is Easy
Love Me Like You Do
Love Don’t Cost A Thing
Love Yourself
Love Me
Love Me
Say that you love me
Love Before I Die
Love Like This
Love You Goodbye
Love Song
Love Away
Love in The Dark
Love
Love
Love
Love*
I’m losing the meaning of love.
Apr 7, 2016
Apr 7, 2016 at 1:13 PM UTC
Isn't it just weird that the only one who always be with you is Time?
No, not even your Lover, or your Brother.
Not even your Father.
When they break your heart, who was there with you?
Time.
Time will always be with us,
In every high, in every low.
For everyone who ever feel alone.
Time will always be there, to tell you to keep going,
move on.
Time will not leave you.
Not even a second.
Mar 20, 2016
Mar 20, 2016 at 11:35 PM UTC
And of course
Every now and then it hits you
Like a car crash
Like a train-wreck
And you feel yourself choking on the unsaid words
And vomiting up the residue from drunken kisses
Howling at the night sky
While friends tell you "it gets better"
A truth you do not need to hear
Because right now you miss them like a limb
And you're dragging yourself around every day
Trying to make it to some kind of finish line
Some kind of end
Where the pain stops hurting
Where you stop remembering their name
And how you held them and danced with them
And spoke to them about how you wanted them
And now at 3 in the morning
You're lonely and longing
And they're with somebody new
Who probably kisses them the same as you did
And they no longer yearn the touch of your fingertips
No longer crave you like water on a summers day
Because they have them.
They have found someone to hold their aching bones
And you are alone.
But you are not a reflection of those you have lost
And you will be loved by people you have never met
And you are beautiful despite their passing
You are worthy, don't you forget.
Mar 20, 2016
Mar 20, 2016 at 9:55 PM UTC