First I used to get scolded
on using the net,
Now I go through
HP feeds,
Still the same
response,
**** it y'all
I got a blog.
I need to compose and
write,
And post it all.
I have no time to
read,
Or knit and weave,
I'm too busy writing
my heart out,
This is where i get
to share my
thoughts,
Why doesn't anyone get
what i want ?
Writing gives me peace,
So please at the moment don't disturb
me !

Bewildered picturesque of times
Well-crafted beyond its beauty
To more existence
Constellations recreate
towards human to human
Humbly accepted love,
fate, or destiny you called
No question
No reason
but far as many reasons
to uttered; made me speechless
Between dreams we yearn
A hundred octave of stars,
Peripheral views of the galaxy,
Compartment metaphors
of the Universe
And other spaces that,
Defined by the platonic
rule of our fantasy.
As truly, we engaged ourself
to one infinite
purest**   *dream of an epitome.

we were just like
two numerical numbers
from the opposing sign
added together
and the result is zero*

©IGMS

every letter in my poems
has been carved from the contents inside my heart
with every dancing lines and singing words
exposed sorrows
every lyrics portrayed loneliness
akin to the approaching rain
rain that has been hiding from the sky
that will come out when the sky cannot hold the weight anymore
yes
this is just a piece of paper that i use
to be written with my bleeding pen and make the blood as an ink
blood that came from my heart
i wish you will know that you are the reason
why i write these ****** letters
you are the reason why these poems has been crying
you are the reason why there are teardrops on my poems
teardrops that i use to erase this loneliness
but i didn't expect that these papers will be broken
to the point that you cannot see the line anymore
the line that says
"i love you"

©IGMS