iced coffee filled mason jar
sweating from summer heat
beyond a beverage
it accompanies, relates,
befriends
a sip or two and we're one
presently cool,
boiling past
but tentatively moving
;
iced coffee
wake up, get going
not alone, not stagnant
can't be stuck in the past
can't just be hopeful of the future
start anew, fire up, boil
but don't forget to cool
that's what you are,
how you should be
strong but cool
bending expectations
bittersweet creation
;
a reminder -
we can turn things around
harsh realities are opportunities;
freezing winter: as is
blistering summer: add ice
;
iced coffee
we are one, we can do this

let us jump
inside the ***
of our fantasies,
dreams and aspirations
simmer until tender
embrace each flavor
sweet, bitter, and spicy
mix, into a concoction
be one, be greater
than the sum of our parts
water's fine, come in
blend with me
right here, right now

If we could sing and dance
Under the moon and the stars
Could we play, take chance
Under the moon and stars glowing,
And sticked on your room's ceiling

But Darling, one of us must fold
End this poignant game
Take a risk, be bold
But how, with a pair of aces
Can't seem to read each other's faces

Our cup of desire filled to a brim
When would our boiling blood
Turn into crimson steam
And fill the room with a faint, red shade
From all the love that was made

We have our whitewashed secrets
of adventures and mishaps.
As we peered at the sunset
of people who seemed like
summer,
we were clueless about what
is in the horizon.
Could we now be living
our lives as if everyday is a Monday,
now that the weather has gotten gloomy?
But dear, stick with me,
be always your daydreaming self,
I promise I will try to be
your morning cup of coffee
that would get you through each day.

One of my few regrets
I didn't write that much
Whilst tasting sweet love
Now that once again
Reminded me how bitter it could be
As I try to recall
The beacon of light
In the darkest night,
Honey after countless
Of bee stings
There's a certain sadness
Knowing I should have captured
Every positive feelings derived
Every small things
Mundane events
Everything
At present a scathing,
Idea in my heart and mind
It would take a while
To shake of the bad taste
And by the time the nectar hits me
Countless of love letters written

Why are we here?
Why do we love?
How do we feel?
Is the end near?

Why is there pain?
Who is the one?
Are soulmates real?
Am I insane?

Where's happiness?
Is it pursued?
Or do we wait?
Always sadness?

How should we live?
Like everyone?
Should we travel?
Pack bags and leave?

Why should I ask?
Is it better?
Overthinking?
Not up to task?

Am I ready?
Why is it hard?
When is stable?
When is steady?

Jigsaw puzzle pieces from different sets
compatible shapes
but form meaningless image
as we are connected,
defied what was expected
A beautiful landscape,
Mona Lisa smiling,
alternating absurdity
everything fits but
an inescapable reality
we don't paint the same picture,
we don't belong together

From the start, even when
we were still friends
I wanted to make you experience
pure bliss
After hearing all the harm and injustice
done to you by the world,
from the day you were born,
my goal was to be your silver lining,
be your guardian angel since,
you told me you believe in them

Despite this, you still broke me,
replaced me with someone else
My anger and bitterness
wants you to fall
but deep inside my soul
I still care
and it is frustrating,
makes me question
if I am still under your spell
or if my kindness is my curse

I thought it would be to my delight
to watch you burn, be abhorred
but delight isn't what I feel
it is actually frustration
If I could ask you one final question
What did you do to yourself?
I guess the toughest thing I have to say
I hope you would be happy
despite having someone who fulfills
your wants, not what you really need

How did I love you?
In case you didn't know
I loved you in such a way
Would collect all the fireflies in a jar
Outshine the stars in the skies
Just to see your beautiful eyes

My thoughts is a dark room
And I am trapped inside
Together with our memories
The happy ones, unfortunately
each is a reminder
despite the pain,
feeling used and abused,
and your care was just a ruse,
that you were important to me

Alone, cold, and afraid
Running in circles
Might as well give up and give in, be hurt
I am used to it anyway
Embracing the ghost of us,
could unburden my soul
maybe escaping is futile
as memories are always there
just a matter of finding peace within

Tension fills the air
First to be alone in a room
Scent of her perfume
As I pressed my nose against her neck
While I gently caress her hair

Hand touches skin unknown
Mouth exploring areas below her head
As I lay her down in her bed
She let out a sweet sound
Of a warm, feeble moan

Whispering me my name
Sends waves down my spine
Evidently, the night's hers and mine
Hours passed, love was made
Now we're people who's never the same