everything is you
you are everything
but things change
you're now nothing

days after nights
I stare at the stars
is this the universe I see?
or the emptiness of your eyes

you wonder deep
so deep that I couldn't reach
I tried , I tried to save you
but I was late.

"you are the flower that sat upon winter, now you die because of summer"

ᶦᵗˢ ᵃˡˡ ʸᵒᵘ ʷʰᵒ'ˢ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ˡʸᶦⁿᵍ ᶜᵒⁿˢᵗᵃⁿᵗˡʸ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵐᵉ.
ᶦᵗˢ ᵃˡˡ ʸᵒᵘ ʷʰᵒ'ˢ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ˡʸᶦⁿᵍ ᶜᵒⁿˢᵗᵃⁿᵗˡʸ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵐᵉ.
ᶦᵗˢ ᵃˡˡ ʸᵒᵘ ʷʰᵒ'ˢ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ˡʸᶦⁿᵍ ᶜᵒⁿˢᵗᵃⁿᵗˡʸ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵐᵉ.
ᶦᵗˢ ᵃˡˡ ʸᵒᵘ ʷʰᵒ'ˢ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ˡʸᶦⁿᵍ ᶜᵒⁿˢᵗᵃⁿᵗˡʸ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵐᵉ.
ᶦᵗˢ ᵃˡˡ ʸᵒᵘ ʷʰᵒ'ˢ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ˡʸᶦⁿᵍ ᶜᵒⁿˢᵗᵃⁿᵗˡʸ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵐᵉ.
ᶦᵗˢ ᵃˡˡ ʸᵒᵘ ʷʰᵒ'ˢ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ˡʸᶦⁿᵍ ᶜᵒⁿˢᵗᵃⁿᵗˡʸ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵐᵉ.
ᶦᵗˢ ᵃˡˡ ʸᵒᵘ ʷʰᵒ'ˢ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ˡʸᶦⁿᵍ ᶜᵒⁿˢᵗᵃⁿᵗˡʸ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵐᵉ.
ᶦᵗˢ ᵃˡˡ ʸᵒᵘ ʷʰᵒ'ˢ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ˡʸᶦⁿᵍ ᶜᵒⁿˢᵗᵃⁿᵗˡʸ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵐᵉ.
ᶦᵗˢ ᵃˡˡ ʸᵒᵘ ʷʰᵒ'ˢ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ˡʸᶦⁿᵍ ᶜᵒⁿˢᵗᵃⁿᵗˡʸ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵐᵉ.

Cut the strings you’ve tied with her,

Love the person you wish to see

She was an emblem of life’s certainty

The girl you left for thee

You spoiled yourself

With too much of what you need

You gave her enough rope to hang herself

Just for your pain to heave

Love is seeing the entire universe in your honey-colored eyes.
Love is the warm, fuzzy, lingering feeling when your hand brushes mine.
Love is the butterflies I feel in my stomach each time I see you, with your hands on your pockets, a small smirk tugging on your lips.
Love is the soft sound of your breathing when we are engulfed by the silence of the room, reading books, sitting quietly.
Love is everything I needed and more.

Love is you.

Your smiles, your lips, your scent, mixed together make my knees go weak and the world go round.
You are a roller coaster ride.
You make me feel scared, but excited and happy all at the same time.
You are a drug, intoxicating and wonderful and dangerous, yet you make me feel safe and sound.
You make me see things, beautiful things that I have never seen before.
You make me feel every possible emotion that anyone could ever feel.
You are art, beautiful and incomprehensible.
You are a puzzle that needs to be solved, a mystery that needs to be unraveled.
You are everything that my eyes can see, the only one who can make my heart flutter.

You are love.

I hate my life as much as I love it.
I tried to think about--
drowning myself in the river..
but a drowning corpse is ugly to be seen
I tried to think about--
taking poison in my mouth..
but I'm broke so how will I get one?
I tried to think about--
hanging myself..
but I live inside a cardboard box.
Slitting would be painful.. I don't want to scream.
Get myself hit by a car... would bother alot of people...

In the sea of stars where wishes come true
The night sky painted with white purple and blue
I grasp them and hope to never let go
A silent place with no despair or sorrow

Journey with no care for destination
Only filled with memories of happy occasions
Alas, those stars are far far away
A perfect world where dreams come into play

Look up at the starry night sky
Fantasizing the feeling of wanting to fly
No pain, suffering wound or scars
All of these to be found in the sea of stars

you've been good to me
you've shown me the way to be free
I want to give something in return
so I wrote this poem that I've learn

You are the instrument of my song
LISTEN
      LISTEN
           LISTEN
To the beat of your heart as it play along.
I've never been this in love before
but I know that you are someone I wont fall for.

You are the song that plays in the background
before I knew it, you're all ready there,
standing
watching
playing
singing
waiting
and I was dumbfounded.
you are the instrument that lives in me....
you are my inspiration that drove me here..
I feel blessed that I've known you
because without you

I will never be a writer of expression.

She's a normal girl for all we know
She's lonely and weak, for all we know
She reads all day, for all we know
She is evil, someone said so

She leave whenever she feel
she hides whenever she fear
she all that we thin
she is evil, so we speak

rather than loving
she choose reading
she spend her time learning new things
she is evil, evil within

years had pass, she had a dream
a dream of escaping this poem they built
she's trap, lonely, and feared
she has no idea what she did

oh she prayed
to the god that doesn't exist
she pray hard, hoping for a miracle
a miracle for her to be free

I remember our first conversations,
We built a place full of commemoration.
A place where we secretly call it our very own
the documentation of our transformation was shown

happiness was running through our body,
where our little place was hidden with caution
some days, it would  feel heavenly.
Few days, it could feel like the rigorousness of the ocean

Steal little kisses and hold hands
How our eyes blink.
‘Cause we know our bloods will never understand.
What it feels like to be young and in love with no extent.

Hide me,
I am not important.
You will only remember me when I want to be remembered
Write these inconsistent words.
To remind you I exist in your world.
Look
At
Our
History
Don’t hide it, never deny it.
But let me tell you this,
I hope you desire not to erase us.
Cause, maybe one day
You would want to relive it once again.

Walk these steps by yourself, not because you are alone.
          But,Because you are strong.
Live to tell your tales, not for you to have a legacy.
          But for inspiration among others
Put your heart on your sleeve, not because you are infatuated and anxious with the thought of love.
          But, Because you gave yourself permission to fall in love.

Break a piece of you for everyone to feast, not because you desire for the broken people to stop wincing, but for the sole reason of giving without receiving

Finally, say “I love you” to the people who you care about the most, not because, oneday they will never be around. Because they are already there.

A bouquet of roses, thorns preventing my grip

Blood flows down my hands, seemingly like the beauty of a sunken ship

The unknown awaits me, does it hide a treasure

A risk I have to take between the pain and the pleasure

Thy eyes that are so cold hide a passionate fire

A person with an unfathomable beauty I admire

So strong yet so frail Thousands of mysteries yet to unveil

what's fun about being hurt
when you didn't invite hurt in the first place
what's sad about being happy
despite your loved ones died recently
what's wrong about smiling to someone you barely even know

you try to be nice to mean people
you try to be mean to nice people
you try to be fair when everything is unfair

you're being unfair, you know?