Not everyone
can be a star
That shines bright
even from a far

But even a star
needs darkness
For its light
to shine brightest

can be a star**
but it doesn't mean they can't be appreciated.

Flower,
oh so pretty
bright and colorful, indeed pretty
plus a bonus
exudes freshness and fragrance

Gardener
that looks so shabby
clothes are worn, hands are *****
with a callus
excretes sweat and is smelly

But to know this
you must
the flower might be
a pretty sight to see
but the gardener
was the one
that took care of it, heartily

When you cant even say it.

When you dont have the energy to even say you had enough.
Then definetly
I can say
And people can tell
That you
*Had enough.

I smile at you
This smile is not fake
Nor even a trick
This smile is true

And its for you
But this doesn't mean I like u

In fact I dont even like u
I hate u
That is why I smile at you

For in my mind
For a mere second given
To look at your face
I've killed you ten times
In a hundred different ways combined

So this smile is for that triumpth

I smile at u not coz I like u.

Lies can't **** the truth.*


But it can bury it till its existence is forgotten.

Darkness cannot swallow light...*

But it can swallow your heart,

If you have wings
Then you shoul fly,
Fly high
Up in the sky

But what good is flying
When it's so lonely
Up there
There in the sky

Closer you and I
Ever so slowly I die
Just a sad goodbye

Pain pain go away
Flesh cut, blood dripping, pain, pain
Go, just go away

Breathe the scent of sin
Inhale everything, leave nothing behind
As it goes deep in
to your throat, your body gives a faint warning
a slight choke it seems
Still it continues to sail down to the deepest of your body
it wanders around
and mingles with every bit of your cell
As your blood rushes through
mixing, intertwined with those sins
Your body becomes suddenly paralyzed
and soon you'll wake up in paradise

I am a wannabe poet
I want to make beautiful pieces
I want to write about a lot of things
But I am stuck in the topic called “LOVE”

I am a wannabe writer
I want to tell wonderful stories
I want to write about a lot of possibilities
But I am stuck in the topic called “LOVE”

I am a student
I want to have good grades in my studies
I want to be able to study diligently
But I am stuck in the topic called “LOVE”

Words that give an impact
Stories that matters
Lessons that are important
I want to write them
I want to tell them
I want to study them
But I can’t because
I am stuck in this topic called “LOVE”

When I write
I try to write about a lot of stuffs
To write something beautiful
But I tend to write about love

When I make stories
I want to make complicated and exciting topics
To write something that grabs your attention
But I tend to make love stories

When I study
I want to study diligently
I want the lessons to sink into my mind
It does sink, but it gets drowned by the thoughts of love


I wonder why, I am stuck in the topic called “LOVE”
I wonder what great force does love hold
A force greater than gravity it has
For not even gravity can hold my thoughts down to reality
Love always makes my thoughts fly away
Love can even drive others to insanity

Today I wanted to write something
Probably just anything
Anything that pops into mind
Of course it’ll be love, ‘coz lately it’s the only thing on my mind

I wanted to write something beautiful
I wanted to make stories that is wonderful
I wanted to study diligently
I wanted to write words that has an impact
I wanted to make stories that matter,
Complicated, exciting and attention grabbing
I wanted to study the things that are important

So now I am stuck in the topic called “LOVE”
I am stuck writing about this topic called “LOVE”
Because I realized,
LOVE is
Beautiful,
Wonderful,
Can make you diligent
Love can hit you with a great impact
Then love will be everything that matters
And love might get complicated, but then it will be exciting and attention grabbing
But most of all,
In our life, the presence, the existence, the concept, the topic of LOVE
Is important

Maybe, these reasons are the reasons why
I am stuck in the topic called “LOVE”

Change is inevitable
They say
But this is questionable
I dare say

Past, present, future
had, is, might
a certain change of words
yes you will see

In past there exists an -ed
Add this and it'll be history

The present presents us with -ing
Add this and it'll be a present thing

To the future that is a mystery
You need to add a certain uncertainty
Might, Could, Would it can be

But change is not for me
The past, the present, the future
Is just but mere words for me
I have something that'll never change for sure

Now I will tell you
I have not loved
I do not love
I will not love
Anyone but you
And this was
this is
this will
Always be true

I have loved you
I love you
and I won't let a concept of mystery change that
for the future is just a change in time
And my love for you is already defined
My love is not a function of time
So it will never changed by times
So my love will always be for you

past, present, future participle might change
but still it will always be you
I tell you that's true

I told you
I am telling you
I will tell you
I love you

If you have wings then you should fly
At first it's hard but you need to try
Try harder till you reach the sky
Then you will see the view from up high

Feel the wind against your face
With the birds you will race
Race to the furthest of the world then you'll realize
The world you have lived before now looks so small in size

Then you begin to wonder
And you start to ponder
Of the reasons why
You wanted to reach the sky

At first you were enjoying
But now you feel a certain kind of longing
You're longing to touch something
Coz aside from clouds, in the sky there is nothing

Now you will know
Back to the ground you'll need to go
Up high to down low
To the ground you will go

At the ground you touch the things you missed
But then later you are ******
Down low everything's so tight
So again back to the sky you'll then take flight

1 is a lonely number
2 means a loser

the principle for my journey.

the stars I wanted to reach
so I climb
higher
and higher
till the stairs had ended
but the tower continued

I want to reach the stars
I need to climb more
To make my own stairs, I needed

So I stabbed everyone beside me
The friends that gathered around me
those who shared the same dream as me
will be the foundation of my stairs

I shall sacrifice their dreams for mine
they shall be my stairs

as I step on their bodies to climb higher to the Top
gravity is pulling me harder
I get heavier

I need to sacrifice more
I need to throw away more
So without restrictions
I threw away more
and I continued
to climb

Till the last step before I reached the top
my knees begin to weaken
the air begin to lessen
I need to throw away more

so I threw away everything
and I was able to reach the top

yes, I've reached the Top
but I didn't reach the stars
the tower has ended

Yes,
I was closer to the stars than I've ever been
but I felt nothing

I realized
I've thrown I away everything
to get on top
I've even thrown my dream

In the end,
I didn't reach the stars
the ones I held dear are dead
I am getting weaker and I can't go back

Yes indeed,
1 is a lonely number

is a living creature
a parasite
living inside us
eating us up

a glutton
never knows when to stop
it eats us up
till we're all dried up

we know it lives inside
we know it is bad

we know a way to stop it
we know a way to **** it

we simply just can't
do it

we know
but
we can't

that's why we call it
ADDICTION