ares the god that i've grown to not like
for his attitude and actions are not respectable.
ares, a guy i never thought i'd like.
it just happened.
like the greeks,
i now have a love-hate relationship with
but you both are the same.
i don't want to be a spartan who
only sees good in you.
athenians are correct
you are a coward.
what would i see in the mirror of erised?
it's probably like what dumbledore saw—
him, holding a pair of thick, woolen socks
because one can never have enough socks, eh?
remember dobby, a free elf?
dobby, who has no master
because of a sock harry gave?
you understand now?
socks are needed to become free.
the first night i saw you,
i thought you were the one
who i can trust to
cast the memory charm on me.
i've been waiting for so long
to see the green light,
it made me blind.
the first night we talked,
i thought you can erase it —
worries, anxieties, and the voices
inside my head.
boy, i was wrong.
i should've learned occlumency
for you are one legillimens.
a brief encounter with you,
oh, sunset, leaves bittersweet memories.
you quickly allured people by how beautiful you are,
then leave them in the dark.
the beauty that brings darkness.
rohese, a delicate, and beautiful flower;
wonderful to touch but painful to hold.
thus, a hand that wants rohese
must love and accept its thorn.
i n h a l e s
e x h a l e s
she’ll remember you
the reason she’s sighing
and sleeping with
a heavy heart
what have you done to me?
i don’t want this.
this is not me—reckless.
let me go back.
don’t stop me.
i was living in a fantasy world
until i met you.
you made me see the world
or the reality of life.
you made me see
you, my reality.
i imagine us
watching concerts and gigs,
enjoying our nights;
singing and jumping to our favorite songs,
looking and smiling at each other,
your arms around me,
holding my hand later on,
and kissing—i love the idea of you
kissing me, baby.
a hopeless romantic who likes the chase. it’s something that become her habit—chasing someone, liking a man who doesn’t have feelings for her.
she craves for physical touch, yet pushing someone away who is trying to get close to her when she sees he’s interested in her too. she always assumes every guy only wants to flirt with her.
the standards she builds are so high. when someone is falling short of her expectations, she easily gets bored.
all she wants is a man who will be patient with her and understands her because she’s confused, she is not used to what she’s feeling right now.
she’s a flower who just starts blooming. a flower who is still learning how to handle a relationship and how to share herself, her soul and her heart physically and emotionally to someone.
the moment i knew it was
your love for me
was slowly fading—it was summer,
but it felt like it’s winter
when i’m with you.
and i’m feeling more pain than
you are not my type, but i don’t care.
our conversations are not interesting, yet i like talking to you.
you don’t have any talents that will make me feel interested.
the things that you consider hobbies are boring to me.
heck, i’m not even attracted to you, but i like you.
how long does it take for two people to get attached to each other?
how long does it take for two people to know that they are in love?
how long does it take for two people to build up the courage to say that they love them?
it only takes a month;
for us to know about each other,
for us to see if we could work,
and for us to finally decide if we want something more than friends.
"why you don't drink alcohol?" he curiously asked.
"because i don't want to," i replied while reading a book.
he puts his arm around my waist and pulled me closer to him.
i smiled, hugged him, yet continuously ignored him.
"you don't want to get drunk, do you?" he added.
i closed my book and looked him in the eye.
"yes, because i want to get drunk," i leaned forward and gave him a peck on the lips, "on your kiss only."
people left without hesitation,
reason, saying goodbye.
am i easy to be replaced?
couldn't they take me to
where they are going?
will there be a time somebody takes me
to the hole in his heart?
let me in, not allowed to escape
because he needs me, wants me
to be with him for the rest of his life.
they say love is complicated.
people do make love more complicated
i liked someone but,
i’m too young.
i loved someone but,
he broke up with me.
i’m ready to let someone in again but,
he couldn’t wait.
i had someone who is special to me but,
we just stopped being close.
some want to win my heart but,
i don’t have feelings for them.
this is not my time,
my heart is not ready.
the right person will come
unexpectedly and at the right time.
i dreamt about you again—
us, being together; a dream come true.
love was not one-sided.
"i love you", you said.
yes, it was a happy dream
—suddenly became a sad dream
when i woke up
because that happy dream was
i see you
looking at me,
smiling at me;
i see you everywhere.
i'm not hallucinating.
you're just on my mind
thinking of how you look like
so vivid like
the reason why i'm writing
this poem, is to lessen
the feels i'm having right now.
you make me hyperventilate.
every time i close my eyes,
i see you.
your eyes are
illuminating my life.
every time i remember
how your lips curled into smile,
i cant help but smile
like an idiot.
every time i think of you,
i can't even describe how
just the thought of you affects
my mood so much.
i like you that much.
you've planted flowers in my heart
watered it with your sugar-coated words.
heart blossomed beautifully.
then, you left.
along with your love.
i don't remember your voice.
your eyes, your smile
while looking at me is what
my mind, my heart
we've met for the first time.
i saw you at last.
our friend introduced you to me.
you genuinely smiled at me
looking directly into my eyes.
we've met for the second time.
i saw you again.
i didnt expect you to come.
it was raining.
i counted again.
you smiled at me
looking directly into my eyes
as your way of saying goodbye.
I prefer strangers became lovers than (best)friends became lovers. Why? Because there are no awkward moments if a stranger became yours. You will have no regrets on a destroyed friendship. Yes, there are many advantages if you know the person long enough. But what if the relationship wont work? It’s hard to be friends again with that person. No matter how hard the both sides try to be back like the way they always do, it will never be that way again. I don’t want to lose someone who is special to me. I don’t want to see someone not talking to me like we never knew each other for so long. I don’t want to lose a friend. It’s hard to lose someone who has always been part of your life than someone who suddenly become a part of it. I treasure friendship more than anything else. I know I’m being negative about this. But it’s easier to forget a person who just suddenly became your everything than a friend who always there for you since you know when.
NOT A POEM
so close yet so far = i can touch you but not your heart
there are two words
two words that have the power
to haunt you for the rest of your life
what if? what if? what if?
do not fall in love with a guy
who is not nervous
when you're around
that guy is not serious
he is not
She is alone.
She is sad.
She hates her life.
She doesn't know what to do about it.
Her eyes are like falls every night.
She just wants to leave this world.
After a week, she disappeared without saying a word.
He liked her.
He cares for her, but he is coward.
He didn't tell her what he feels.
He is just contented staring at her.
It is too late for both of them.
There are now so many "what if's" to his life.
If only he had the guts to talk to her,
to say what he really feels,
he saved her
she is still in this world.
there is this girl who is crying her heart out.
asking herself why no one loves her,
why all her past lovers didn't work out.
now, she is old and alone.
she didn't realize that the one for her,
the one who is her soul mate or destiny
is now dead.
he ended his life before they were going to meet.
They did not die because of a nightmare.
They died because of heart attack.
Their soul left their body and it wanders around then,
they bumped into a bad spirit and they got really scared
their body reacted to it and that was why they got a heart attack
because some were not able to go back to their own body
before it is too late and some were blessed to wake up
and thought of it as a nightmare.
i missed this
kind of feeling.
the feeling of
Is there someone here who can go to bed
after just minutes of closing their eyes
they are now in dreamland?
If there is somebody out there like that,
can you teach me how do you do that
because I am tired of these thoughts
that always keep me up at night.
She was shocked when he handed her a rectangle shape
with a gift wrap and told her to open it.
And to her surprise,
it's one of her favorite author's set of books
with a sign of the author itself.
She was really happy
because that costs too much--
too much for someone to do such kind of effort.
So she can't help herself
and gave him a peck on his cheek
and say "thank you".
That made his heart flipped
and made his face a crimson.
Because he didn't expect that she would do it.
And she was just beyond happy
to seem to care what she did.
And when she saw his face like that,
she laughed at him and hugged him too.
“I need to talk to you.” I hate these words. Because in a nanosecond I felt nervous; uneasiness filled my heart, afraid of what you are going to say & afraid of what will happen next. These words are just like the introduction of all the stories I have read. The stories that will always end up breaking my heart.
“I don’t love you anymore.” There. I know that was the second line you are going to say. I expected that. But I guess even though how much you are prepared for the situation and how much you expect that that may cause your heartbreak, you cannot help not to be hurt so much. I did not know what to feel that time. It was a myriad emotion and inexplicable feelings, tears are falling down my face and at the same time my body suddenly feels weak. And I did not know what to do.
It seems like yesterday since you told me that you will always be here when I needed you and that we are going to see together those places we are never going through. Your lips that tell me you really love me and your eyes that can tell it is true; that you are sincere. It has been just like a storm that came in and you are that storm that suddenly destroys my whole life when you left me.
Now I finally understand why storms are named after people.
he wouldn’t mind if you will become clingy & possessive.
in fact he love it when you are doing those actions.
every time someone is scrutinizing him
when you two wandering around.
when someone is telling their feelings for him,
when he is talking to other girls.
when he does not answer your calls and messages for nothing
so that when you two meet the day after that
you are ****** for being paranoid and
he is going to see your cute expressions
that makes him smile,
flatter his heart,
make him want to kiss you,
and makes him love you even more.
she once was like a *****.
she got herself drunk everynight.
she was willing to give everything;
for him to choose her,
to come back to her.
she was clashing with other girls
who was getting involved to him.
she is chasing
and begging him to say.
He’s like a character in a book which is every girl’s dream, just like me. But no, he’s not just a cast in a story. Maybe the way he puts his thoughts into words, the way he speaks, the way he acts or expresses his feelings through his posts, his attitudes or the sweet efforts he made. I always dream and hope that I would find a man like him. Because all of his attitudes, no, not all, but some of his attitudes I want my future boyfriend to have--my ideal boyfriend; intelligent, gentleman, knows how to respect a girl, really knows God and many more. And I always fall in love with him once I read his posts. Sometimes, I get teary-eyed when I read some of his posts or feel like crying when I finish reading it and I don’t even know why and I am like asdfghjkl. He’s a real man. He had it all. He has this thing that when you’ll go back read to his blog you didn’t even notice that you’re falling in love with him. It’s like falling in love with a fictional character. Even though you don’t even know him.
Do you remember
when you wrote
me a letter?
I'm still keeping it inside
full of our memories.
— The End —