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Tint Jul 2020
dadum dadum

The rain has fallen down
these pebbles sang
their lost kids ran
the rain has fallen down

My kitty cat
slept on the rug
and listened as
the rain kept falling down

it brought me back
to memories
when rain and I
was one

and we would miss
the last retreat
into the clouds
of misbelief

but we would laugh
and play it out
sing this song
of raining, falling down

and in the end
another friend
sit alight
joins our partying

the rain would stop
it will shine
with colors
that are bright

and we then sang
another song
the rainbow is here
all along
Tint Jul 2020
My sleep halted
when disruption decided
to try the patience
of this holy saint
for no, she isn't angry
wouldn't get mad
and I can hear them whispering
"She have changed a lot",

How fun could that be
that the better person was me
imagine if I was free
from shackles of greed
that no, I do not wish
to strangle you to death
or to cut off your fingers
while you plead to retreat

When the shells beneath the sea
decided to break loose
in a land with all the trees
they die, ferociously
because no food here can feed
the confusion in the beads
of their angry cry for help
Tint Sep 2019
Sometimes
just sometimes
I get a little crazy
I'd haha with laughter
then scream tears
when they mock me

but no, it is a spring leaf
when the summer is at bloom
a snowflake in winter
when it is still June

not normal
but pretty
like my love for the moon
not normal
but cherished
like mon chèri
the dawn

they don't know
my people, them
inside my head
my insane is not vain
their normal is in flames

HaHa HaHa
let the melody
begin.
I'm back
Tint Sep 2018
The ringing, it has been bugging me. Can it please stop?
By the side drawers of the bed, you'll hear a little thump
There's an abrupt pause on my counting, I am not calm
To face the wall of truth, about these delusions in my heart

How many times did this happen again? I am older and is tired
With a mind like mine, common and proud, who would even risk a dime
That in every few people I talk, nobody would listen on how
How the silent pain surrrounds, how it almost makes me laugh
On how I curl into a fetal position, the world, a year apart

It is stupidly pathetic, but I am now a child of lies
A child that has stories, but in deaf ears it dies
For the many times of broken hopes, for a little, I still asked
That maybe I was worth it, maybe. Now it's gone.
Tint Jun 2021
When I see the blue it taunts me
and I tell myself it fixed me
I would remember the days coming
when the icon popped and irked me

So I heard a sound, then memories
came flooding, so willing
My heart swelled with longing
for a platform in homecoming

I was accepted and brandished
the tattoo on my arm stung
with words "take me to neverland"
Sometimes I wish they'll let me
and take me back as Tint

The everlasting feeling
of somewhere I have been
Is everyone there holding on
and the lives we lived goes on

With the willingness to say hello
Unmute my mic and greet you all
I came back as Tint,
Hello,
Good morning.
Tint Nov 2023
Does being strong require that I come crumbling under pressure with the guise of bravery to cover the bleeding that the pavements scrapped within my being?

Does being strong require me to be undaunted, brave to pain, and be iron-minded that no thoughts of rest shall pass upon the cage I built, made up of screams that I swallow in times of despair?

Why does being strong require me to hurt, and hurt with no one understanding that I too am just an ordinary person, that although I'd take a bullet, it does not mean I am heroic, sometimes I wished the bullet would avoid my flesh that is so brittle by the times.

Does strong really have to be sacrificial on my part? Just because I can be mean to maintain order that I'd have to be punished, when to prevent chaos I chose to keep it a circus in my head, that keeps me up all night.
Free Verse
Tint Apr 2024
to the friend, the stargazer
do you still write poetry?
do you still scribble your haikus
with bravery and flare?

I have come back to the homeland
but I did not see you there
when you used to be the constant
that would pop up in my head

I guess we all decided to travel
beyond the calming plains
out there in the open
throwing writing to the wind

I have lost my little sparkle
matches are all that's left
I might've dropped the candle
that my poetry has built

If you see this, dear friend
I hope you write again
I would love to see your haikus
in this lovely little page
I hope all my HP friends go back to writing.
Tint Mar 2020
The ache in my heart,
a somersault
colours filled my being,
lighter to dark, better to bad
I can't help but gasp
with these feelings
the tears that I held in,
became lullaby to sleep

With these blunt sword,
I was a knight and I
fought for your kindness,
bled for your time
no matter how
thoughts contradicted
I listened to differing advice,
coward and brave

Couple steps ahead
yet four steps behind
for I will see you in forever,
glowing with a smile
and I cannot touch, no.
I will die wishing to
In my dreams,
I still hope and dream to

as long as the yellow seas
come soaring
and when my summer
starts to glow
I will embrace my lost sunsets
thinking loving is a show

Regret will forebond me
rations of guilt will trip
but so long as you're within reach
I will keep at bay,
the guilt

And I should be contented this way.
I should be.
Too long in the draft.
But I am loved back now.
Tint Aug 2020
Make me cry, my love
as you sing my fake name
in this neverending loop
of sadness we are in
but tho I still care for you
I just cannot do
what I would have done
when I was desperate too.

Let me find myself
for I felt so less
when you told me the things
I have never expected
that my worth was cut
into small pieces
and you made me feel like
I gave you too much care.

Tear me apart, my love
as you sink this dagger
with poisoned lights
and trip me with guilt
that I chose to give up
because I want to be
somebody for now
that I too want to be
feel more wanted now.

Goodbye, my love
I wrote to you, these poems
with all my passionate sense
and all these sadness
are singing for your name
please forgive me
for I am filled with despair
that I cannot even
want to hear your pain
Tint Jun 2020
And the stars were shining,

the moon hummed to sleep.


The little flower in a broken string

finally rests in peace.
I am back
Tint Jun 2020
If I  was born a royalty
then what would I be?
I wonder if I'd be respected
when I was born not out of glee

Will the world ever forgive me
if I spit out my tea?
Because I just know that I'd prefer coffee, no sugar no creme

I might be labelled to be not worth it while I clean out my plate
With my jewelries and royal privilege,
I'd set the world in flames.
Tint Aug 2018
Oh Victoria, the colour red you loved
I wore them inside my body,
the colour of blood

I remember how you'd come running and sneak inside my house
To the secret sanctuary
in the small hill by the pond
We strode the gaping distance  
to our little paradise
There, I saw the loveliest sunsets,
such beautiful goodbyes
You beneath the glistening sunlight,
you taught me how to love

I never forgot, Victoria
the day you said goodbye
A grieving wave that drowned me
and buried in my heart
We laughed and said promises,
but it was your last
I did not know how you could do it,
to just leave it like that
All I saw was the rope hanging
from the window in your house
I wished I had told you,
forever you are loved.
Tint Jan 2019
I thought it was me,
when the contours of your brows lifted in muse
hazel eyes that grow lighter when it connects to mine
with the turquoise colour, you intendendly chose
the clothes fitted you, like nobody else can wore
you see, the gazes you gave comforted me
and it gave me the boost
I felt a little bit attractive, had a little worth
with enthusiasm I look forward to the day once a week
where I get to stare at you senseless, daydream like a spell

I thought it was me,
but one day my waiting abruptly ended
and there is no place for me to stare
I stick around lonely hallways
just to see your pretty face
nobody told me the story
no one intends to care
till I found out one Monday morning
that you eventually left

No, I am not broken hearted
I did not like you that way
I just felt a little weightless
to know the truth awaits
that the fancy gazes you gave me
they're for somebody else
I find it a little funny
but I stood and looked ahead
someday in the far future
I will attract a flame
and somewhere in the universe
will be a teardrop for your pain
Tint May 2020
It is crawling
into my conscious
feeling; skin curls
slowly,
flooded my brain
of useless anxiety
from pure-
nothingness

The willow tree
screamed: toxicity!
and I sat under it
cooling my head
into 'calm' pieces,
this funny situations
of pure,
mad idiocy
Hot summer, brain all slushy
Tint Apr 2024
I let the sparkle float the air
surrounded yellow, oh so, frail
for it, I could reminisce
for she is, my Everest

I have forgotten how to write,
nothing came to empty mind
darkness always made me rhyme
grief, the anger, and, of spite

but, she, my ever-rest
took me off the scary edge
led me to secure-ity
against all my diverse-ity

Wordplays are beyond me
[create-TV-tea]
but I had it, and it is
so I go back without the rest
and pause,
period,
leave.
It's been a while since I had the chance to write anything.
Tint Apr 2020
Black is overrated
Yellow suits me nice
she sees my dark glimmer
in small baloons of life

When my colour is brighter weather
my raindrop turns desire
my darling likes me in sweaters
of carefully knotted lies

Not the white to see the darkness
not the pink that runs with lust
my love sees me in yellow
like the smile that I've longed last
Painter of my life
Tint May 2020
The edge
is a wave

Don't stand straight!
slip~oops

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