Wind and air.
Sun and cloud.
Sound of despair.
Rainclouds.

Dilemma.
Raincloud.
My grandma.
Raincloud loud.

Sadness and empathy.
Rainclouds.
All for my granny and me.
I'm proud.

Sneeze. Sneeze.
Sneezing in the breeze.
Sniffing my nose.
My hands freeze.

Cough. Cough.
The cold wind blows.
My whole body is shaking.
I seem more hollow.

Cough and sneeze.
Sickness with me.
I'm sick and tired.
So stay with me.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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!

One wish
If you had one wish in this world?
What would you wish for?
In this one life changer
What would you do to use this galore?

Would you wish for
Traveling around the world?
Or wish for
Being a little kitty to curl?

Wishes for
Being a bird and escape?
Or wishes for
Being anything that can run from the repeating tape?

Wishes for
Being a normal human person?
Wishes for
Best first impressions?

If it's me, I'd wish
This entire life restarts
And even my poems that will perish.
Only if I had

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 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.

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 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.

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.

Life was tasteless
Without interests.
No tragedies, no comets,
Nothing to regret.
But then everything changed.

And everything changed.
Nightmares and depression.
Rainclouds of suicide and mental conditions.
Life would be so much more happy.
If we just live normally.
Thank you for Doki Doki.

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.

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.

I used to walk down the path to my home.
Lonely, cold, just like the norm.
The frostbites still hurt.
Until he touches my cold heart.

I fought battles on the field
And I fought the cold against my feels.
But I certainly couldn't fight
Someone that is in my love sight.

He's always been there, watching
Caring and talking about what I'm thinking.
He gave me a scarf he made.
Since then, my life changed by a shade.

And now I'm here, sitting next to my little vain.
With the shaky movements of the train.
His sleep sounds like blowing into a bullet shell,
It makes a good melody. With his cute face as well.

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.

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.

Little dreams.
Fondling around your childish mind.
Like a piece of ice cream.
With happiness of all kind.

Dreams about candies,
About bugs and nature.
Dreams about the city,
With clouds, bliss and azure.

With all these thing to dream of
How can our lives become so vain?
With a little cuteness and a bunny hop.
I dream of rain.

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.

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...?

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.

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.

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?"

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.

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.

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.

Scratching my own head.
Throwing away all my papers.
Pushing out all my pencil's lead.
Trying to see how I can write better.

Ahh, the ideas give confusion.
Writing poems is like a battle.
With you against your own inspiration.
See how your poem can settle.

And until one point, after awhile.
You write your idea on another paper
Like having a mania in poetic style.
A unique poem, unlike others.

The wind howls tonight.
The moon still shines bright.
The leaves are wiggling.
I am still waiting.

Under the soft dancing rain.
The city looks like decoration on porcelain.
The water drops down the vain,
Softly like winds against curtains.

Under a little tree outside.
With the cold, romantic air tonight.
I guess it's a beautiful sight.
Oh look, he is there alright.

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?

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.

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.

City goes to dusk.
People going home.
Changing their courses.
Deciding where they'll come.

Soon it will be evening.
Lights are going up.
On my balcony, waiting
With my little cocoa cup.

And then when the evening come
I rush to get my cute shoes for my feet.
And then, before I leave my home
Where shall we meet?

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.

Little bullets, little shells.
The ping echoes very well.
The sound of lead falling to the ground.
Peace has finally been found.

The cheering noise of the winners.
And the calming complaints of the losers.
The arguments about anything False and True.
And the hugs between me and you.

Everyone and everything,
With their own noises and things.
But what I love about such loudness,
Is that people won't mind our business.

The little sound of lips touching,
The movement of our kissing.
The little wounds on my shirt
And the victory in our heart.

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.

I'm so bored.
I'm just laying on my bed.
Listening to a song,
Trying to sing along.

I'm bored, I remain silent.
I can hear alot of ambient.
Birds sing, wind howls.
It cheers me up somehow.

I'm just sitting here, bored.
Trying to sing on a bed.
Along with the birds and wind howls.
Being bored is not so bad at all.

I wanna play.

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!

I remember, when I was in the army,
Everything was cold and heavy.
So I was affected and trained.
To be as cold and lethalized.

Most people don't look at me normally.
Or I don't think even myself do, actually.
The bloods on my hand, the cold fingers
With my tip on the trigger.

And then he comes in, slowly but surely.
Grabs on my hand with no worries.
The finger on my trigger moves away.
The only time I've ever felt such traces.

I keep remembering, about his arrival.
I suddenly forget about my train arrival.
Because for me, the war is ended
When our hands are intertwined.

The moonlight shines on my skin,
I take a small walk down the path
Shortly after my quick bath.
Everything seems more strange than I've seen.

The soft, cold wind blows,
Hitting against my soft cheeks,
The streetlamps lit up at where I peek,
With the friendly wind howl.

Walking down my path
Of life and love.
Like wings of a dove,
Soft and gentle like a pat.

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.

I wanted to be a candle
To light up my dear's dreams.
But before I can even handle
I'm already melting at my seams.

There are times I can emit a dim light.
But sometimes I burn with fright.
I am uncontrollable, maybe.
Or a bit insecure and disposable.

The lights on me keep burning.
Until I melt into something.
But then if you freeze me,
I think you can save me...

What should I write about today?
My brain is going inside a maze.
A spine-chilling one, or a sweet one?
I can't decide, my mind is gone.

I keep on asking myself.
Reading every books on the shelf.
Trying to find one answer for the haze.
"What should I write about today?"

My curiosity keeps going.
I don't even care what I'm doing.
All I wanna know at this moment.
Is how do I write a poem, with a bit of mint?

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.

A little cupcake.
Like a little slider break.
It comes suddenly,
With laughs and giggles happily.

Sugar, spice.
Everything nice.
To cheer you up a little.
To pop you like a bubble.

Everything around me
Is as cute as they can be.
I don't mind if for you, it's ugly
It's only the way that you see.

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.