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Y Rada Dec 2015
Red bean bun and meat bun you always share
With me when we were young
When we sat at the sidewalks and
Watched the world passed us by
Talking different things under the sun.

Red bean bun and meat bun you lovingly gave
To me when you prepared to leave town
When from seedling you you grew into a tree
Testing your wings to fly like a bird
Wanting to see the whole universe.

Red bean bun and meat bun now you shared
With me when you came back home
When my heart fluttered to welcome you
At the same time crying when you found her
Realizing that you only treat me like a lil sister.
inspired by kimi ni todoke..
i know luv the feeling...
Y Rada Dec 2015
I sent a letter through the bubbles
It said that I miss you terribly so
I wish you were here for holidays

I sent a letter through the bubbles
They will burst before reaching the skies
I wonder if you ever received my mail...
My dad died in 2012... I miss him sooooo much...
Y Rada Nov 2015
You held my hand when I was two,
Securing me with your love so true.
A world of beauty and heart so pure,
To my silly pains your smile was cure.


Years flew so fast and I was thirteen,
I was young, impulsive and mean.
Hurts and scars were emotional,
Your soothing words made me well.


Now that I am already twenty two,
I'm miles and miles away from you.
I oftentimes think of your embrace,
Every thought is a moment's bliss.


I have my own battles to fight,
You taught me to cling to Christ tight.
When tears fall because of missing you,
I just remember how you held me when I was two.
It' s been a week since I got confined at the hospital and yet I am still unwell. I'm so far away from home and I miss my mother so much. As I recuperate, I found this old poem of mine (written 5 years ago) and I realized one thing: no matter how old I am or will be, I will always look for my mother's touch. :( wish I were home...
Y Rada Nov 2015
In Silence and in Darkness
In Grief, Chaos and its likeness
In all the Tears you ever had
Be still and know that I am God.

In your Heartaches and Pains
When you feel your prayers are in Vain
And when your Soul is covered in Mud
Just be still and know that I am God.

In times when you are all Alone
And when you are Far away from Home
When your Spirit is Tempted in Loveless Fad
Be still and know that I am God.
Y Rada Nov 2015
You can adorn my hair with love,
You can decorate my head with hate.
You can put passion as my veil,
You can place anything but loneliness.

You can bring ardour in my eyes,
You can arrange despise in my tears.
You can put fervor in my brows,
You can place anything but loneliness.

You can touch sweetness on my neck,
You can murmur curses on my lips.
You can put flames on my tongue,
You can place anything but loneliness.

You can hug my body with lust,
You can woo my being with loathe.
You can wrap my soul with affection,
You can place anything but loneliness.
Y Rada Nov 2015
I am just a nobody who tries to be somebody
But then my efforts are not seen
My struggles are buried in the dessert.
          I could taste the sounds of time in my mouth
          I could pick out the grime and mud between my teeth.

What have become of you? My coach asked
Have I become a better or a worse person?
In these hapless times I couldn’t identify at all.
          I could stretch my hands towards the sun
          And feel the fire exploding on my burnt fingers

You belong in a better place, a friend commented
Oh yes I believe in what she said
But what kind of place will accept me?
          I could finally lie down on top of an iceberg
          And melt with it when the sun shines

          In time I will melt
          And nobody will feel it
Y Rada Nov 2015
During work I think of you
At home I think of you
Maybe if I shoot my brains out
I would stop wondering about you

Oh yes! To be a zombie
Undead walking on earth
Never thinking, never minding
Just walking and feeling hungry

But even if my brain gets frozen
It’s not the ***** that thinks improperly
This tiny red muscle with intricate branches
Pumps and thinks too much

Just **** my heart with any weapon
For if it ceases to beat then it stops
To think about the brain which flashes
Images of you to me
God! It's been 3 years that I've written this but the feeling is still the same.
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