I walk along the coast
As mid-summer sun roasts
My skin to golden brown
With my sheets burning down.
My footprints on the sand
Are washed away by the ocean
Visiting the land thru trough and crest
Together with the treasured chests.
Waves are coming back and forth
From south, east, west, and north.
From all directions my footprints are gone
Until with walking, I'm finally done.
I could have made a sand castle.
It could have made a good battle
Against the summer waves that flush
My little footprints in a rush.

It is okay to feel pain sometimes.
It is okay to even cry sometimes.
For pain needs to be felt
And tears need to flow.

It is okay to hate the world sometimes.
It is okay to even rest sometimes.
For the world is full of lies
And lies are part of life.

Problem is universal.
It is inevitable.
It's a test for suicidals.
But not for strong people.

It is okay to think sometimes.
It is okay to be weak sometimes.
For in thinking you find answers
And for being weak you find strength.

Problem is universal.
It is not only you.
Let it not ruin your potential.
Let it not drive you.

I love taking pictures of you taking pictures of me.
I love it when the flash shows your sweet serenity.
These shots never lie how we see each other.
I love us taking pictures of us together.

Are you busy eating and you don't have time to drink?
Are you busy driving and you don't have time to gas up?
Are you busy talking and you don't have time to breathe?
Time is actually not a scarce resource.
If you don't have time, then make time.

I was once a seedling
And you were the sun.
You shed me rays for my photosynthesis
As I extended both my cotyledons
And embraced the warmth you had bestowed.
And now I am a forest.
My branches are strong.
My roots are wild. My trunks are big.
And its all because of you
My sun that warms.

I will paint just like how I kiss.
My lips as the brush
And your skin as the canvas.
I will paint just like how I ***.
My soul as the color
And your body as the scene.

Life is a multiple of happiness and pain
And is divisible by dreams;
The integral of experiences,
And the absolute value of love.
It is the factorial of norms,
And expansion of lies;
The negative reciprocal of death
And the union of real and imaginary
------complex.

Books are meant to be read
Not to be judged
As water to be drunk
Not to be eaten.
Like you,
You deserve to be alive
Not to be dead.
You died for a day
But you lived for years.
Think about it.
It's not worth it.

We extend the line wherever it takes us.
It takes us to the paradise you never imagined.
So am I.
Laughs, hugs, kisses.
Everything is a bit imaginary but real.
Yes, complex.
I expect this would end.
But I never imagined it too soon.
I guess the line takes us to the end.
Our line is not perpendicular any more, not right.
We are absolutely parallel yet we intersect.
I guess the plane is not that vast.
We have connected our dots.
But now, the segment ends.
I just never imagine this too soon.
I hate this part right here.
But you wish too.

No color,
No brush,
No painter,
Can ever paint your dazzling philosophy of life that is written all over your body and soul.

Do you feel it?
Do you feel me?
Do you love it?
Tell me.
Tell me how much you like it.
I love you.
And I wanna do this to you.
I want us to this everyday.
Hmmm.

Two souls meet.
One in a plane
The other on a boat.
They amazingly watch each other,
Passingly.

If only I have the wings to fly
I'll surely roam around the world.

If only I have all the confidence to try
I'll definitely find anyone to mold.

If only I have all the money to buy
I'll buy a companion with me to hold.

If only I have all the tears to cry
I'll cry a thousand rivers ten-fold.

If only I have what it takes to be a guy
I should have offered her a ring of gold.

If only I have tried to move on by
I should have never been this cold.

Kisses under the moonlight.
Oh they taste even sweeter
As my lips touches yours.
How often do I dream of this moment?
My dear, it's always.
Pour me another glass of your delight---
The delightful warmth of your arms.
They envelop me with such tenderness
Under the cloudy, starless evening sky.
I hear your heartbeat drums
A song a nightingale sings at night.
A fine melody it brings my ears can't hear
But my heart can feel.

I, an unskilled poet who seems not to understand poetry,
Write words of love and praise
Of your ageless beauty.

I am no Shakespeare nor Beethoven.
My verses are child's play compared to his sonnets.
So as the melody I make ---
A shame in his presence.

But how could I seize myself to write
If your eyes stare at mine;
As I see your soul drift
to the river of boundless stars?

I'll let my mind see and my hand talk.
I will not wilt as legends will not be forgotten.
I, an unskilled poet of an ordinary presence,
Continue to write words of love and praise of your timeless existence.

I cried a thousand rivers as you left
Through the mountains my tears flew
At the top it seemed I touched the heavens
But seen through hell, I never knew.

Like the captain who abandons his ship
It sank in the midst of the raveling storm
But with her undying smile I took courage
Hope has revived from its dying form.

We write songs we both can sing.
Paperless but verses are truly truthful
With parallel, sweet rhythm our story unfolds.
With your presence I'm genuinely blissful.

Legends lose when no one believes
But your coming back, I believe, is no myth.
I don't forget. I'll not perish.
I'll wait til my dying breath.

We draw the distance between us closer even the odds are imaginary.
We intersect at such point though we are parallel.
Our lines are right, aren't they?

Time and space make it isometric, real.
Is it actually real?
Or actually a tangential feeling which is only adjacent to the vertex of love?
That I understand not.

Mind over matter I must.
Letting the ratio completely imbalance I fall to the critical values of emotion.
The ***** is steeper. I fall if I don't run.

But I think I might just continue to extend the line wherever it takes me.
It might stop or infinitely endure the constraints it intersects.
Well, the plane is vast.
But oh, the world is small.

I, the king, have conquered many kingdoms.
I’ve won the hearts of my friends,
Countrymen, my queen.
I declare myself a victor of everything.
Yet, not a victor of everyone.

A war has come.
She’s brave, wonderful, and exquisite.
Swords clash as spears wage day and night.
I planned my attacks but to no avail.
I’m trapped by my own knives and nets.

An unexpected arrow has pierced through my heart.
I do not bleed, I do not die.
For my armor is built with conviction and confusion.
But soon, for sure, I’ll feel pain for it is inevitable.

I’m fighting a losing battle.
A war not to determine who is stronger, braver
But a war of decisions and sacrifices.
I, the king, have conquered many kingdoms
But I’ve never conquered her heart.