twenty one
between an adolescent and an adult
a pretty number, don't you think?

twenty one
two decades of breathing and screaming
one year of confusion and uncertainty

twenty one
too young to handle; too old to let go
what they want us to do though?

twenty one; it's hard
expectations and desires fought inside
one foul step, and you fall in despair

I believe
she will do well
so far away

I will miss
her whines and smiles
bickers and snickers

I told her
morning and night
she can call me, anytime

I cried
for my baby sister
but not too long

so far away
she goes so far
I love her, nevertheless

after years of writing
I wonder how it started
I wonder how a feeling could be described
how a description being translated into words
how words led to paragraphs
how paragraphs are made into poetry

how different poems exudes different feelings
how can poet makes rhymes and sounds
how they restrict their beautiful words into a few lines
how a small happiness can relate to anyone who reads

I was amazed, impressed, dazed and awed
Shakespeare, Lang Leav, Pablo Neruda
the swirl of emotions, the slap on the face
a silent community; a place where your inner voice speaks
charmingly, a poet’s story lies beneath her poetry
poetically, they’ll take you to your deepest thoughts
making you nod in agreement

how it started; how did I start poetry?
hmm shall we reminisce?
it was a bittersweet past I wish to hold on
almost gave it up but then I found a new light
with a scalpel on my left hand, a pen on another
I intend to be someone who heals physically and emotionally

There are times when I get so anxious
Finals, speeches, manifestos, confessions
Those times when I don’t know it anymore
Goals and purposes, why’s and how’s

I don’t know myself anymore
I become meaner, inconsiderate
Opposites of who am I really

But boy, I’m glad
I know poetry, my escape

Words sure can’t describe my true feelings
But somehow it soothe to know that
At least when I don’t know anything
At least if I lose myself in the seas of emotion
Words can help me find my way back

A promise can be presented in any form
A ring, a rose, a rainbow
A saying, a book, a poem
A promise to stay, a promise for forever
Another day, strengthened by a promise

But promises can also be broken
When one forfeits the rules
Never play around with promises
You break, you lose, you suffer
By then, this poem is no longer acceptable

But I know this would not be the case
When two took their steps towards each other
When two agreed to love each other
A promise, even a simple one
A promise that can last forever

what I remember about you the most
your soft smile
the way your cheeks went up
you had those slanted eyes
and your nose became scrunched

you weren't that hard to satisfy
to make you laugh, whilst making me happier
every day I waited for you to come
waited for your stupid jokes
grins that always ends with laughter

that was the sweetest smile I ever see
coming from a boy like you
unexpectedly
I fall in love with that soft smile
and all of you