I see your eyes like a sky
But  the shade of, is not blue.
It's an orange sunset sky
Where in I'm  out of the blue.

Your voice is brave and so warm
Your hand lay down on my  chest
I feel so safe and no harm
You made me  out of my chest

Baby, I'm feeling okay
As long as you are with me
There's nothing temporary
Promise, you always be me .

She's quiet just like me
She's as fragile as me
Mama is the best for me
As she loves everything in me

Give first to us than herself
Her love  was unselfish
Made me think about how much
But, realizing nothing can match


I see her crying at the word unsatisfying
Made me think how my mama is tiring
She finishes everything for us
Mama is everything to us


No money or things can match
Mama is my greatest match
She makes me feel I'm loved
Even she  was  unloved

Some words telling me to be quiet,
listen to not to music, stay in the riot.
But birds are still singing in the breeze,
who cares for silence among the trees?

Leaves will still be green,
but your feelings will turn unseen.
Oh man, promises like a flash,
a second passed — a shattered vase crash.

A young and naïve, can’t carry it,
maybe this is the first time it split.
Into pieces I could not pull back,
to its rightful peace, to mend the crack.

Nights whisper things I cannot say,
hearts breaking softly in the day.
I close my eyes, the scar remains,
but inside me, loudest the pains.

I still remember you after those years,
You took advantage of my innocent tears.
Hey! Baby, it’s been five years long,
But the pain still hits me like a song.

Why’s it so easy for you to replace?
We knew each other, shared time and space.
Then I left just a week, to hear,
You’re married now, with a child so dear.

You know it broke me into pieces small,
And now I can’t even trust at all.
Feels like I lost the last I got,
Why didn’t you tell me I was not?

Why make me special, hold me tight,
Then prove at the end I had no right?
Now I don’t know where to start,
By the way, hello — from a broken heart.

It’s six years now since that dark day,
You’re married now, and I can’t stay.
I can’t move forward, stuck in place,
Still haunted by your fading face.

If you're fragile like a bottle
Then, prove it but not in battle
We walk in life full of struggle
In Harry Potter a muggle.

Others might say  I want Portkey
Or a Pensieve  for memory
But, lately we want mystery
To wish such immorality


See, some  are made in misery
Those sentences  of  mockery
All are dementors in their say
As what unseen  in their Ally
A favors muggle, not a prey.


The Howler took over our soul,
As the world now full of control.
Humans act wild, lost in the night,
Pray the heavens grant them light.

Why does the head ache, yet the heart must bear the pain?
Why do people keep loving someone who never sees them?
Just like how the sun let night so there's a moon

Skies Changing color and rainbow had it all
The wind can be warm and yet one rain it is now cold
Just like a person mood that may vary on your worth

Trees give us freshness yet we give them death
People should nurture each other in order to bloom like flowers
But, ended up nurturing in a wrong way, now it's dried

Like a hard sand and soil in a hot desert of  India
Icy bulk  in Antarctica,  A numb  human heart
No right to be in Paris,  A missing heart where can it be found?

What if humans feel only bitterness?
Is it the endless rain, or the feelings barely seen?
As some grow exhausted in the downpour?


Or is it human frailty I hear the sound of raindrops and roaring trucks?
Nah, it's just how life *****.
Though it's cold, I feel the anger.

The anger that nature can't erase,
the weight of human existence. Some beauty is only skin-deep, while inside, it's dark and messy.

How funny, right? People are full of misery.
Their promises change, as easily as they claim to care.
Foolish humans aren't capable of handling the multiverse of worlds.


Really? What’s wrong with people?

How funny, thinking they’ve lost something...

I'm lost too.

Always amazed by the changing sky,
Maybe I’m the poet you pass by.
Colors dance as the day waves goodbye,
Whispers of verses in clouds up high.

Sky blushes pink, I wander by,
of drifting dreams now singing,
through fireflies that dance and fly,
The wind hums softly, a lullaby.

Raindrop on a leaf, I’m loaded by,
of murmured verses singing,
A bird is chirping from its nest nearby,
And I’m drowning in this life I’m bringing.

Trying the best I could, hanging,
though a lot of times I’m failing.
Close my eyes to see pure white,
I’m just looking at the sky so white.

I wish I could escape this rumination in my mind.
When you said those words, I felt dyspnea.
It happened twice,
And hurt as much again, Twice the pain.

Darling, I give you my soul,
though your heart is hard as a diamond.
I know I can't blame you,
You said I was special,
A special place in your heart

But, not the lover I longed to be.
What shall I do with this heart's pain?
I knew my happiness lay with you,
If not, I don't know what I'll do,  
save me from this dark cage of loving you.

I've written our story realizing the next chapter was blurry
Coz I don't know why I slide those holes
You made me a fool with nothing to control
I tumbledown on those holes of hones


I lose my wings, can't breathe in
In the smoke, you've made me feel
The darkness of   loving you
I know, you no longer belong too

To this arm shelter of mine
Coz baby why didn't you tell me
You belong to her and not mine
It's breaking me, like you know the bleeding me.

What is life?
It’s miserable like Dostoevsky: it’s hell,
A world of trials where shadows dwell.
A full of challenges, in Socrates: it’s a test,
To seek the truth and give your best.

Maybe it’s the way we think of it,
A positive or negative, bit by bit.
In Aristotle, it’s the mind,
Where truths and thoughts unwind.

Ways to become strong, in Nietzsche: it’s power.
To rise above in every hour.
Grief and sadness, like Freud: it’s death,
A final sigh, a fading breath.

Maybe it is what we understand, as we live,
Like everyday living, learning to give.
In Marx, it’s the idea we hold,
A dream for change, both young and old.

Or it’s the passion and eagerness,
Like Picasso: it’s art, it's bold finesse.
If you’re optimistic, like Gandhi, it’s love,
A gentle light from up above.

Now there’s a lot of jealousy,
The suffering of Schopenhauer’s plea.
Or it’s where everyone wants to be on top,
Bertrand Russell, a competition that won’t stop.

Most beautiful, by Steve Jobs: it’s faith.
A steady hand, a patient wraith.
As well as Einstein: it’s knowledge we crave,
To solve the mysteries, bold and brave.

Continue living, as Stephen Hawking, hope.
The strength to climb life’s steepest *****.
To restart everything like Kafka, a beginning,
A quiet world forever spinning.

No matter what life is, the only matter,
Is that you live through joy and shatter?
But still, love to give and lift,
For life itself is the greatest gift.

Cloud changing colors, from sunrise to sunset,
It's up to you, capture its beauty set.
Rain feels heavy, no fear in falling,
Same as trees, still there though dying.

There will be no light without dark.
Keep on trying even a little spark
In life choose to do it scared
Even nobody was there to  be held

Turtle keeps moving even when it's slow.
Fireflies are small but when united, they glow
Birds continue chirping though it's tiring
And, flowers are still blooming


Are you like flowers that still blooming?
Are you like fireflies that keeps glowing?
Darkness in life is always twining
So, choose to be courageous in fighting

Can you be like nature, though it's torn,
Still standing tall, weathered and worn?
Come on, people, rise and shine,
Live your life;  let your light align.

Why did you do that, why leave me to roam?
Why send such a message, then leave me alone?
Is this how you handle the feelings I show?
With nothing but silence, and hearts full of woe?

How could you say you're not giving up,
How could you claim honesty with no care?
And then leave me with words that feel like a cut,
Leaving me wondering if you were ever there.

Why is it unfair? Why the sudden flight?
If you truly want me, make things right.
Don't break my heart, even if you don't intend,
I'm just trying to find a way to mend.

I will set my shyness and doubts aside,
Told you I'd risk it, let feelings collide.
Tell me directly, don’t leave me in doubt,
Do you want me to give up, or keep us about?

Is it too hard for you to say with care,
Bro, let's continue, let's make it fair”?
But so easy for you to leave me behind,
Leaving me tangled in this state of mind.

I have so many questions you need to answer,
This is my last chance, no more slander.
After this moment, I won't come near,
A promise I make, no matter the fear.

If I couldn't sleep I just wrote a poem
Instead of it, I just feel condemn
I hope to find my so called home
But, I ended up to something quietly roam

Couldn't find something to lean on
How badly weird I needed to yawn
Still, I quietly feel those poignant
Oh!, badly hurt, what kind of variant?

Sitting on the field though it's dark
Hoping you'll pass by and put remark
A remark to save me from the dark,
A spark of hope to leave a mark.

Roses are red
Feelings ended
Yet, tears just started
Love, where are you ?

Time may pass,
wounds may last.
Yet, hearts once torn
can be reborn.


Hope, in a better room
Where there’s no thorns,
A beautiful day,
comes so near.
Roses turn white
And  love reborn.

My mind is a pomegranate,
bursting with seeds I never planted—
each one a thought,
tight, bitter, impossible to swallow.

Like a scarf wrapped wrong,
knotted at the throat,
I try to pull free,
but the threads just tighten.

I walk in worn-out shoes,
circling the same fears,
the soles whispering
questions with no answers.

Inside, I’m an apple gone wrong—
shiny on the outside,
but something has crept in,
eating me quietly.

Even my coat feels too heavy,
made for winters
my body no longer lives in.
I sweat beneath burdens
that no one else can see.

The clock is broken.
Time loops like knotted headphones,
useless, tangled,
refusing to play a peaceful song.

My chest is an echoing cave
where every "what if"
bounces back louder,
a scream made of silence.

And still I try
to peel myself open like an orange,
hoping to find the core,
but it’s just more layers;
just more skin.

The sea outside is calm.
But the one in me rages,
a storm with no shore;
no sail,
just waves that ask me
why I can’t let go.