My thoughts lay 'neath the moonlight shine,
Yet the abyss still dark and silent,
The stars hung within the nightly heavens,
Whisper "Shall thou make ammends?"

I sang a song,
She danced upon it,
I did her wrong,
Her graces forgave it,
but she can't forget,
so she went on her way,
oh how much I regret,
now I'm left here in despair.

This is how I feel,
all that I've shared,
thoughts dark enough to ****,
written and told so I would be spared.

A sprinkle of beauty,
to deny being pretty?,
Sunned by His grace,
shown in her ways,
A drop of stubbornness,
something I'd care less,
Shy or humble,
Resist what she's able,
To make me rage seeing her diamond tears,
To turn me blue as I see her suffer,
To cure my heartache and my fears,
To stun me as I gaze upon her,
Though I've crestfallened hard enough,
Will she realise what she's made of?
Unsure of what my Lord had created,
A curse...or a blessing which will never sate.

Ocean eyes of yours,
Caught me captive,
Through a curious force,
Led me indecisive,
A desire to unfold the secrets ,
And to discover the beauty that might lie,
I am desperate,
My soul would cry,
For it wishes to merge with yours,
It yearn for us to align,
Your flare my euphoric dose,
Let me leave my blue memories behind,
So I beg you to join my course,
Take this covenant and be mine...

He is an artist,
Precise on His canvas,
Plotted a million twist,
On His masterpiece,The Universe,
Within it He breathe souls with different scars,
An art so divine,
Skies with 7 billion stars,
Sadly,none aligned.

Not yet.We don't just glimmer in position.We dance as we shoot ourselves across His endless canvas,seeking alignment with another that will fit in the hollow He left in us.He didn't leave a clue so it's okay to be crestfallened and confused,when we thought we'd found the one...only to notice that they're just passing by.Life goes on.

His heart is heavy,
His mind,clouded,
By fate's decree,
and unfortunate reality,
hundreds of shadows surrounds,
yet his soul feel so alone,
for the hearts that had cared are in the ground,
and the souls that had felt are now gone,
they no longer play a part in his song,
their bodies abode 'neath the stones,
the stones of his morning mourns.

On the edge of the Golden Gate Bridge,
playing Gloomy Sunday on a moody Monday,
No longer wish to feel alone,
Just wanted to feel at home,
Death saw how he was scared,
but Death still waited,
For Death knew,
He was much scared of being alone,
He realised that time won't mend,
He knew he was no longer strong,
So the last melody is played,
And he let himself fall,
7 feet deep yet he's no longer scared,
For he and his heart has ended it all.

Your blood cascades through your cuts,
I don't dare ask if it hurts,
Because I know you can't tell apart,
Whether it's the cut,or your heart,
Yet I beg,keep those blades away,
For you can rive yourself a million time,a billion way,
But the blood you'll bleed would still be red,
As your blues would only continue to suffocate.

You are a thief,
Cause of mischief,
All the eyes you've stolen,
and the souls you've frozen,
are proofs that your talents are golden,
A chest within my chest,
Where my heart are kept safe,
To ensure my soul stay in place,
Yet to the cove of your mercy is where it had laved,
For the sake of repentance or sympathy,
You returned it to me,
Too used to muse on your fantasy,
To you,it longs to be,
Silently,the truth had I veiled,
Though now your songs are my holy grail.

You are a dove,
I am a raven,
All that you love,
I have forsaken,

I was ready for your love,
but your white I was scared to taint
I'm just scared to dive,
deep into your life.
You were my dove,
I was your raven.

I touched the Sun with my own hand,
She's cold to the core,
Her neck where my lips often visit,
Got ligature marks all over,
Her eyes that used to shine warm light,
Now dark and colder than Artic nights,
I spent no time admiring her magnificence,
And She had no stars to accompany Her,
How had I failed to see through these lenses?
That She shone dark blue throughout the year,
My life without Her presence,
A life full of fear,
Where I'm counting sheeps all night,
Reading storybooks and folklore,
And cry as I try to fight,
The fact that dawn will arrive no more,
I know my tears won't restore Her flame,
But I'll weep still for I am the one to blame.

Three angels came to greet me,
They said they seek for a friend to be,
First is the Angel of Death,
whom I befriended with,
Now my soul would be reaped with care,
Second is the Angel of Sorrow,
whom I befriended with,
To accompany me on a blue day,
Third is the Angel of Love,
whom I befriended with not,
For love only hurt,So I wouldn't dare.

Sometimes, we lose our minds, in hopes to understand them.
Sometimes, we lose someone, as we try to do the same thing.

A statue in the middle of the blue space,
With no windows on all four walls,
Downcasted eyes on its pretty face,
Tears streaming down from it like waterfall,
Made out of marbles cold like winter's kiss,
Begging me to keep it warm,
Stuck in this chilling dawn as time freezes,
Yet its diamond encrusted chest might make me succumb,
To its every desire.

I woke up with you next to me,
I'm hugging you tight,
Unsure if I've set you free,
Yet your smile had turned bright,
Your tears halted its stream,
Your eyes starts to beam,
I feel the statue crumbling to dust,
Except the heart that is made of what's 'neath Earth's crust.

I'll carve a better sculpture for you,
Where it'll never turn blue,
And hope will shine bright through its eyes,
The mouth will no longer have to speak comforting lies,
Its hand will grip tight and close,
A bouquet of dark red rose,
That I'll give everyday.

They all asked of the spark that had gone,
From my heart that was once lit with vigorous flame,
Eyes that used to glimmer starlight has now turned to stone,
As though I'm a soul Medusa has tamed,
The fire put out by the dripping of blood from my bleeding heart,
The tears of my weep had made the firewood too damped for a fire to start,
It takes two rocks to start a fire,
You are who I need to make my days brighter,
But you left,
I can't help but to cry,
You said it yourself,
That it's okay to lie,
So I said "I'm fine",
I lied,but I'll just stay under these dark skies in clandestine.

She told me it's unwise for me,
To be close to her,
She asked me to flee,
From her hellfire,
That's what she claimed to be,
A living hell,a moving cluster,
Yet,I stay committed to sinning,
Maybe my soul desire to be a king,
On her surface,
And get closer to her fiery grace,
I don't want to part ways,
Still longs to be amazed by her face,
Still crave to be stunned by her gaze,
Want her shoulder as a place for my head to rest,
Even if it's hotter than a furnace.

We desire mutual understandings,
Yet spare no effort in understanding,
And fear that when we are understood.

Heave a sigh,say
Everything is fine
Lie when necessary
Prefer admiration than mind

Mr.Everything'sAlright
Egoistic and full of pride.
!

I live in my mind,
A sea of ink therein I dwell,
Drowning me painting me dark,
The sun is dead,left his lover no more than a ball of rock,
No difference between day and night,
No way to tell the time,
My heart is out of sight,
Went out to do more crime,
My soul devoid of light,
No cure for a billion dime,
Amidst these curses,
At least I am awake,
And heaven has offered me salvation,
A pen in the grasp of my hand,
And an endless ink around me,
The more I use,The more I'm free.

A new year,
To start a new,
Though I fear,
I would still wish for you.

One more year,
of drowning in blue.

Poems are more than just rhymes,
It's about shards of your soul that you hid beneath what you wrote,
How hard you've fought,
Againts the Devil within your mind, because the thought of sharing a piece of yourself with others are not seen eye to eye ,
between you and the fiery beast that haunts your life.
They said that their hearts relate,
Do they meant what they said?
Were their hearts torched by the same flame that was raging within yours?
Were their backs burdened by the same load the heavens had placed on yours?
From where we are standing,It's easy to admit that the stars are all the same,
Up close,we can see the slightest difference within their flare.

I live in my heart,
Where the walls are ruptured,
Rend by my thoughts of her words,
It bleeds with every beat,
It hurts every second torture every minute,
The atmosphere either red,green or blue,
It's all 3 when I'm seeing you,
Don't come close my dear,
For my heart would beat faster,
Such pain impossible to endure,
And your words,it never cure,
Now I know your love hurts for sure,
Yet I don't know what I keep my heart open for,
And I'm not sure why I'm still waiting for you to slam open my bedroom door.

I know no darkness nor nights,
for every moment with you is bright.

-"What is a sun?" he asked,
"The sun provides us with light and warmth" she answered.
He looked at her with great understanding and said "so you're the sun"

I'd give you the best of both worlds,
If both worlds weren't already yours.

You're not proud of having me,
Those who are wise could clearly see,
But a fool had this heart let me be,
Because I'm still yours, and you, you're free.

And I don't mean to write as though love is a prison,
Yet every second of this feels like a treason,
Againts the kingdom of my mind, my heart, and my soul,
All conquered, all within a Fall.

There is no love nor compassion,
In your sovereignty,
There is only a delusion,
and I, who had fail to see.

A beautiful lie so moving,
it kept this blind man going,
"You're mine",
as so I had chanted,
with my pride aligned,
to nothing it was bounded,
to nothing but reality,
because that's the only boundary,
to a dream.

Still, with you,
Maybe a fool is who I wish to be,
Because with you,
Hope might just be.

Although Hope is just a possibility
of a dream merging with reality,
like two bubbles some would succeed,
most, however, would burst as they meet,
Although Hope is just a possibility,
Although Hope is just a possibility,
How could I settle for less?

Why bother writing?
No one would read it,
Why bother telling?
No one would listen,
But let's say that I'm wrong,
Let's say there are those who would,
Would they understand?

1 heart,
with countless beats,
1 mind,
with countless thoughts,
and a mouth that used to sing lyrics,
in sync with the music of compromise,
silenced by billions of people with a pair of ears each,
that doesn't work at all.

Led you to this barren land in my heart,
You've planted it into a garden of roses,
One day the garden was scarred,
Due to depression overdoses,
When you left to pursue a new garden,
And made my heart a shattered Eden,
The garden started turning blue from green,
While I shed your roses of its petals with my hand,
My heart then bled out your roses for your sin,
Only leaving the petals,scattered on the land,
Throughout time,it wilted to black and brown,
Still there on the ground,
As a reminder not to let myself down,
By letting you in for a second round.

The gentle breeze caress me,
As I stare at the skies by the sea,
The leaves are falling slowly,
And the birds sing softly for free,
When your death came before me,
The universe mourned you for me,
For I lived too long somewhere magical,
A place of you and me,
Now life devoid you is surely hevel,
That is what they don't want me to see.

They warned me beforehand,
Magic never last,
When you find out how the trick is done,
And so the magic is gone.

The trick to her magic,
was her being alive.

Some people are dancers in the light,
Others simply wander the day,
The dancers do everything right,
Only to hear what the audience have to say,
The wanderers spend sight more than might,
Just waiting for the Sun to go away,
And night would surely come,
When it does, no one is home.

So before nightfall takes it all,
Go and have a dance with your soul.

These blurry faces haunt me,
As efforts of recollection are vain,
For each scattered memory,
Is a wound that inflicts pain.

A sandcastle built in a lifetime,
Crumbling into the ground,
Even the gentlest touch of this old hand,
Turns it back into sand.

What a heinous crime,
To make this childish soul frown,
No choice but to endure,
As there is no cure,
In living to forget every second that's lent,
A life simply waiting for its end.