Killing my tulips,
Tearing down like
A leaf shed off on a winter moon..
A song sang but in Ode
No epics released deep down my soul


Play me a song, with a guitar with no string
Type me a book, binds with sandusts
Could it hold? An rhetoric words I could form...

No sunny day I smile, all frozen faces
Could bow...
Hits me hard with my fate
I'm a lover cos ve felt hate...

A hard time to get my weakness,
getting them, gives me strength ...

A cup of coffee blended with no sugar
Yet with milk, creamy indeed.

you are a tree
trees are so utterly unique and shaken by the wind
yet strong and rooted

trees do rot
but before that comes
millions of seasons

winter, where you are dying and everything seems to fall apart,
and your tears shed like leaves fall
spring, where delicate flowers peek out of unexpected places
and your laugh blooms like tulips
summer, where things are mediocre and there comes a bit of rain
and your heart feels moderate, like the temperatures
and autumn, where leaves turn gorgeous colors and so do you

it seems you've been through winter
and maybe you're still there
I hope you get your spring and autumn
remember there's summer in between

remember to stay rooted,
beautiful things are yet to come.

Photoshopped fantasy fictions
Misogynistic oppressive depictions
Unobtainable beauty
Fake imagery
This LIE is but violence and bigotry

It breaks my Heart
To see you chose
The door over me...
It breaks my heart
to see you happier
after you dishes me

It breaks my heart
When I see you often in my dream
More like my nightmare...

It hurts more
cos I ask you to stay
But you choose to leave.
Guess you think you won
but No
I won ...
And you know why?

Not long when you realized
You made a mistake,
crawling back
Like my pet cat..
Who wants more milk

With loots wrapped with you tears

And now that I told you
To get lost...
You keep showing up at my door step.

Worrying is like a rocking chair
It gives you something to do
But doesn't lead you
Anywhere...


Born with no sliver spoon
Lives heading itchy in a ghetto cafe
Taunted by wars at every corner
Wars, masses fought daily
To survive...
"You don't know a thing about me"
Some would say..
"You  don't ve the right to judge"
Others would be blunt..

Sometimes, I feel I dunno myself
the way I thought I do..
Sometimes, I ve these uncomfortable feelings
That I was born earlier than it should ve been
And I don't belong in this world..

Sometimes, I take a deep look at myself in the mirror,
and something in me
Feels I can do more if I let myself to
I feel my fingerprints needs to be felt in these world..

At times, I take a deep breathe,
Facing my potentials,
Wondering if I won't disappoint those who place me so high...
Ve got a life
That, I must live
So, I'll just make myself believe in ME
cos that's all I need to do
Believing in my dreams, vision, potentials
And chasing em ..
Right?

"Help !! " help me!!
The voice of my soul scream out loud
Everything seem so broken
Worst feeling is
Not been able to fix it.
. The more you give it your shot
It seems u haven't  done enough...

Feels like I'm gonna drown
Trapped in BTW two close windows
A shadow of myself I have seen
Reflecting on a broken pieces of mirror...
How best could I explain this?
Words can't be enough
Even if I mumble them up...
"help me! "I cried.
Not heard but felt...
Still
No help came close by ...

Vampires hovers round my shadow
Seeking for blood... as if it were
A bottle of *****
More like a cognac...

Painting my walls with my blood,
But,
guess I already did...

History would keep popping up...
In a merry
We all go round
When d face of horrors
Keeps haunting us
Bet our last shot
Is to hold still...
Cos at the end of every dark tunnel
comes light...
Hope
.