Leave me alone.
I don't want comfort.

I don't want such holy water
Over these wounds I caused to myself.
I won't want your uplift
When this weight on my shoulder keeps sinking me down.

Why do you want to play with me?
Why are you still here?

Leave me alone.

What else do I do? Lie to myself that I'm useful?
Sweetness stays for awhile before everything returns to bitterness.
Your comfort can only sweeten so much of the bitterness of my uselessness.

Leave me alone.
Please.

ax^2 + bx + c
A formula taking me nowhere
All these numbers, these units and deltas.
I'm not understanding.

2H2 + O2 to 2H2O
A formula helping none at all.
All elements I'd even have in my life.
I'm not understanding.

e=mc^2, p=mv
All the calculus that I cannot see.
I only want to find my own emotions and sanity.
And those I'm not understanding.

All this sine, cosine, tangent.
All this math, physics and chemistry.
Even the feelings of mine that are tangling.
I'm not understanding.

Sleepless
Tired
Exhausted.

Want more sleep.
Want more rest.
Want more relaxation.

Still work to do
Still jobs to do
Still things to do.

Still breathing and living
And yes, still having fun.

Note of a piano
Noises from an instrument
Noises that I know
Unfamiliar to my brain.

A line of music
Noises from a song
Noises that I picked
Never remember anything long.

A piece of poetry
Words from literature.
Words that I wrote
And I'm not even sure.

A world slowly darkening.
A dimension gradually breaking.
The sky looks as if it's crashing.

All I did was standing still.

Still, as time was moving.
Still, as life was worsening.
Still, and slowly as I'm dying.

And my poetry remains.

Unenlightened.
Unacceptable.
Uncontrollable.

A taste of defeat.
An entry to success.
Failure is a treat
For all your process.

You may fail exercise
So you can finish the test.
You must be precise
On your experiments and stress.

There's nothing in this world
That is impossible.
You just need to try harder
And make your failure admirable.

I have been seeking for you.
Love is the only reason.
You are the only truth.

I was pathetic and alone.
Still as pathetic now, but less.
Do you know how much I was affected on?

Even though I am careless.
In just a moment, you are already there.
Death can't compare to when you are in unhappiness.

There's nothing but jinxes.
Lots of whiners and stress.
There's nothing more than despair.
That comes to me, fair and square.

I don't see any reason in this realism
From literature for you to be so enthusiasm.
And so goes to sweetness and music.
All of these make me sick.

All people around see me as a joke.
I'm broke, broke and again, broke.
I don't see why we are bound
To keep our limits on the ground.

Left out in the cold,
Frozen to death.
So shabby, yet so bold.

The sound of sword sheath.
Cutting through the atmosphere.
Cutting through my shed.

And they found me there.
Frozen and pathetic.
They brought me here.

So I can stop being sick.
And become a part
Of the new society's gimmick.

I just want someone to laugh with
Not laugh at
I just want someone to pat me.
I just want someone to chit and chat.
Someone to be with.

But who will it be?
Who will come to me
When all has left?
Who will make me happy
When all treats me like a pet?

Will anyone ever find me?
In this cold and lonely shed
Of fluff and filler?
So that I can be happy
Forever after...?

Oh, little kitten.
Letting out your little sounds.
So shy, yet so confident.
Like a little puff on the ground.

Curling up like a ball.
Just burying into the grass.
No worries, you shall.
As you're a very cute little lass.

As shy and as confident you are.
You can drive another person crazy.
You're like a little nectar
That makes me happy.

I've been crying.
Like a child I am.
Since 9 AM.

I shouldn't be.

I'm just sitting.
Sobbing all over.
While the rain covers.

What should I be?

But I know.
After the rain.
Sun shines again.

A ball of sunshine.

Happy and cherish.
Everyone is.
I feel like it.

I felt like it.

Happy and cherish.
Everyone is.
I'm not like it.

I haven't been.

Happy and cherish.
Everyone is.
What's about it?

I don't understand.

Happy and cherish.
Everyone is.
Especially when they look at me.

Funny.

And I think I broke the poem again.

Where are the people when I needed?
Where are the inspiration when I pleaded?
Where are the curiosity when I questioned?

Where is the empathy when I begged?
Where are the reasons to live, when one lived?
Where are the times, we hugged?

Where are the wonders I pondered?
Where are the answers when I'm confused?
Where are you, when I bled?

If there was a world without any contradictions.
If there was a world without bad impressions.
If there was a world where nothing is under tension.

But there wasn't.

Everything can be misunderstood.
Whether it isn't or is in likelihood.
It has been ruining childhood.

But it's the truth.

I've always been complaining
About how bad it has been.
Especially when I'm so bad at writing.

I don't want another misunderstanding.

Poems are your life,
Put into words and rhyme.
Just take your time,
And enjoy the dime.

Like a bird flies for the first time.
You just need to rhyme.
And all that color of lime
Will glow through your chime.

Get a ladder and climb
Up to your dreams of rhyme.
So don't just **** your time.
And uhh...I'm out of words to rhyme.

I'm lonely.
Rolling and sighing.
Very unhappy.
I'm used to people companying.

The sound of silence.
The wind howls in the room.
It makes me dense.
Everything becomes so gloom.

I'm just sitting
Playing with only a bug.
I'm lonely, so I want someone coming.
And give me a hug.

I bought a little bunny.
It's cute and jumpy.
It's too cute, I thought.
So I made it my mascot.

And I appeared as a bunny.
As cute and jumpy.
Everyone cheerish on me.
Saying how I am so happy.

And everyday, I'm always a bunny.
A cheerleader for everyone in the university.
I need to be more jumpy for enjoyment.
Because everyone needs encouragement.

The power that encourages me.
I **** and crush endlessly.
I don't have anywhere else to go
With my Inner Animal.

The blood pumps like Hydrogen flowing.
The pressure of Crystals falling.
I put on my mask of animosity.
Knock knock, death delivery.

I fall into the Endless Pit of killing.
With all the messages on my phone ringing.
I can hear they ask if the Horse is Stepping.
While the Released animal is stepping.

****, **** and **** on the Hotline.
Until the life indicator shows a Flatline.
And I go back to my Deep Cover and rest.
Wait for A New Morning to test.

Oh, my friend, so shy,
Like a little bird.
So afraid to fly.
Just hiding behind my skirt.

It's very simple.
Just give it a go.
Make it more acceptable
For your childish mind of yours.

The simple factors
To make a poem
Is to not worries at all
And just write without shame.

The leaf of early winter
Falls to the gentle wind movement.
Something happy, yet bitter
In every second of the leaf's enjoyment.

It wanders through the wind howls,
Without any purposes nor choices.
And every time I take a stroll,
I see the leaf, with it's little noise.

And our life is like a leaf.
We take a fall and endlessly fly like doves.
We'll just hope for the wind to lead,
Hopefully we'll find someone to love.

The garden of words,
Where I live and play.
Where my imagination works
And where my poems can play.

Show me how precious life is,
How my literature can improve,
How I can get myself in hypnosis
With love, poetry and nature.

The garden of words
Where my heart beats the hardest.
Where my imagination works
For the ones that I adore the best.

A candy of music.
A series of sugary sounds.
Makes people feel bittersweet and sick.
But makes me no longer frowns.

With a little bite,
I can feel the melody
In every bit of my byte.
Oh, the melancholy.

The candy of music,
Brings the happiness to my ears.
And within the series of music,
I wish you could be here.

To listen and feel
How we can dance
And chill,
And glances.

There was once a lady that sell spring rolls.
I used to go there and eat since I was 2.
Her spring rolls were once what I'd call
A masterpiece of delicacy, for true.

Everyday, when my big brother gets out of his school,
Is when my papa brings me to her stall.
We always stopped and eat some of her spring rolls.
And I always ate them all.

But it's been one year, until now.
I haven't got time to visit her stall.
Busy works, poems and studies now
Always seem to take a place in my hall.

And I just went out to get her spring rolls.
I thought after so long, she'd forget me.
But then she greets me, with a real call:
"Little feller has grown this much already?"

There goes him again.
Just messing in his kitchen.
Messing with ingredients.
Giving me cake like he does to kitten.

He walks around the kitchen repeatedly.
What's he making in there, I'm curious.
It only takes him a tick tock, happily,
And there goes my cake again, nice and delicious.

And everyday, he just walks around in there,
With cakes and other things to make.
He's the person I'd use my cake to share.
Please don't stop giving me cakes.

Let's get drunk tonight.
When the darkness consumes the fair.
When everything is alright.
When coldness can be felt in the air.

There should be no worries for us.
So let's all just relax and play.
There's nothing wrong in the dust
That our attention should be paid.

Gather around the table, we should,
And get ourselves some drink.
Because of our carefree attitude
And our limitless spirit links.

The only time when the bullet pings
Is when it lost it's inner filling.
The only time when I flash a smile
Is when my soul has gone for a mile.

Weapons don't have soul.
I think I don't have one to own.
I speak with happiness
To cover the emptiness.

Just like a weapon, I was built
To bear all stress, grips and guilt.
So I keep on smiling,
With such sorrow under hiding.

Everything will essentially
Decay to dust.
Because naturally,
Dying is a must.

The way is long for us to rally.
But our life is short against gusts.
So we ought to hurry.
Before everything goes to dusk.

The sight ahead is blurry.
But we have already discussed.
That we must go ahead furiously.
Before everything goes to dust.

The life form in my chest.
Pounding with more and more stress.
There's nothing comparable
To my little cynical.

My face is always beet red
Whenever I get in bed.
Especially when he looks at me
And then give a pat, softly.

His hands, body, skin,
Turns me on with a grin.
And now he just kissed my forehead.
I think I'm melting to my death.

Oh darling, show me what you can do.
You said something about cooking.
So please, make my heart go doo-doo.
And make me a dish for tonight's dining.

Under candlelights and moody atmosphere,
Under romantic breezes and gentle bliss,
Please make something to feed my sphere
And add to this perfection a little kiss.

Oh darling, so little I see from you
Yet so many that you could do.
So please, give me more of you
And make my heart go doo-doo!

The wind blows gently.
The leaves fall slowly.
Why don't you sit here
And have a little tea?

Sips your cup, and enjoy
Nature's small little toy.
With all the winds and leaves
Sliding against our sleeves.

Let's just sit back and relax.
As our peaceful tea time lasts.
And wish such lovely moments
Never ends until the sky turns to crescent.

The moon shines.
No time to cry.
Step out of your shrine!
It's time to fly!

Let's gather everyone
And have a trip downtown.
Do whatever you want
Until you're drowned!

There's nothing stopping us tonight.
So let's give it your all!
Everything is filled with sparkles and light
So let's break the limits, we shall!

The gentle night breeze.
Leaves fall to ground.
Time perfectly freezes
As I get out of my bounds.

There's no limitation for me.
I can do anything I want.
To enjoy the most of this treachery.
And explore more into this land.

There's no stopping me
As I set myself free.
I can do what make me happy.
Even if it's just a dream, ironically.

I feel my heart pumping slower.
As I slowly cry to my slumber.
Maybe I wasn't good enough.
I'm a bad person, I suppose.

The feeling in my heart.
I can only describe it as "hurt".
But it wasn't just anything ordinary.
That even my best friend hates me.

Enough is never enough.
Never soft or tough.
Yes, he was just a gecko at sense.
But he is also a living essence.

It rained hard today.
The thick water wall covers the atmosphere.
Can barely see my way.
But I see everything yet so clear.

The rain drops down like a weight.
The water gives the landscape a white cover.
I just keep walking ahead straight,
Without even any consider.

This wetness is shameful, that's true.
For nature rained ******* me.
But it's more than shame on you,
For not taking nature's challenge seriously.

To make a poem better
Is a lot of hard work.
Hence I wander
In the garden of words.

I walk around, learning
There are always new things to learn.
As I walk, I keep pondering
About all the things I concern.

But I can't seem to have limitation
For my poem to work.
What truly is good for your creation
Is the garden of words in your heart.

It's time for bed.
Going to sleep.
With blue and red.
While counting sheep.

It's time for bed.
No more time to play.
Get in your shed.
And sleep, after pray.

It's time for bed.
Stop eating your ice cream.
You can still eat it
Inside your dream.

The guitar strings
Rings.
My finger tips
Flips.

Taking notes
Of music notes.
Remembering the lessons
For my own reckons.

The guitar.
My future star.
As my fingers
Linger.

When you play the piano,
It sounds like grabbing my heart.
As the music notes go,
My chest feels both healthy and hurt.

I cannot understand such mechanism
That I am feeling inside.
What is it called, in this realism,
To describe such peace in mind?

My head is running, yet resting.
My body reacts strongly.
I think I'm just addicting
To this amazing melody.

Oh dear, when you play your piano.
I always forget all my tension.
But whenever you give your talent a go,
I can't seem to hold my confession.

When I can't understand even myself,
All I want to do is just smile.
But it's like reaching a bookshelf.
I feel like you're standing away by a mile.

Oh darling, how must I express to you
When all there is nothing left, just a bit?
I think I can just die now, too,
And just listen to your piano sheet.

Music to my deafened ears
Taught me how to hear.
Hear the sounds of nature's haze.
And hear his piano plays.

He may not have a very smooth finger,
Nor a very attractive accent, or is very tinder.
But he is very kind and good to the social.
Especially when he moves his hands on the piano.

Oh, the peaceful sound of the instruments
Makes me forget about life's torturement.
Oh dear, please don't leave with your music.
Play until I sleep and stop being sick.

The warmth within my hands.
My hands within your grasps.
My eyes glitter a gland.
A battlefield of words and spasm.

The fear of criticism.
The fright of mocking.
The horrible realism.
Oh, so horrifying.

A battle is always a mirage
So take out your paper sheet.
And stand up with such courage
Of love, ink and lead.

Poetry is like a flow
Of endless words and lines.
You just have to follow
Until the end of the line.

Maybe you will get exhausted.
Maybe you will feel down.
But you must be reminded,
If you stop, you drown.

You must keep on writing.
Maybe you can't stop it.
But you must keep going.
You can do it!

Cat meows
For it's owner.
What does it want to tell?
Understanding is even harder.

It keeps on meowing.
For it's owner.
I think it's annoying.
But somehow, that way, it's cuter.

It never stops meowing.
For it's own fun.
Maybe it's just needing
Some attention.

A deck of cards.
It seems normal.
With a bit of shards
Shards of crystals.

A deck of cards.
Filled with mysteries.
Something good, something bad.
Nothing is always like what you see.

A deck of cards.
A series of surprises.
Like pie and custard.
Like candies and spice.

As a grand kingdom never falls,
Steady against the wind, we shall.
Because for without struggles.
Our bonds are disabled.

Poem streams
Every now and then
I write with my poem streams.
In my literature tent,
About nature and dreams.

I look and write about
Cute little things that I've seen.
I keep going in and out
Like a naughty child I've been.

I've written too much to recall
About all the things I love.
But I can't seem to write, at all
About the person that I love.

Staring out the window
It's so boring now.
Boring studies, boring atmosphere.
I hate sitting in here.

Staring out the window.
Tapping the pencil I borrow.
Looking blankly outside.
Suddenly, a butterfly.

Staring out with an urge
To set free from this study course.
To play along with butterflies
And to see how bright I can shine.

Time never stops
Even if it's your bedtime.
As your heart flops,
It won't stop the rhyme.

Time keeps on going
No matter how much more you need.
It keeps on rolling.
So better pack up and kneed.

Times won't stop for you.
But doesn't mean you should not catch up.
So get your shoes,
And fill up your cup.

A blanket and pillow
No more sadness and sorrow.
I jump into my bed and sleep
With warmth and sheep.

No need for worries.
Just dream about curries.
Tomorrow will be bright.
And everything will be alright.

I just need to sleep.
Before my clock goes beep.
And I don't mind the blanket.
Someone will roll me inside it.