We've built a house like we recognize each other's walls, we felt safe on every corner where we familiarize ourselves too well; it's the anatomy of us. Our limbs where we cling to were as fragile as the heart I sculpt its own cracks, This body is malleable, it just grew mimicking what the others have— the fragments of what I love, my flesh, my soul and my curve haven't left untouched.

I shouldn't have grown into you, like this body doesn't belong to myself anymore.

Dark and nostalgic,
like a cold atmosphere of night.
Brighter as glitters,
like the stars up in the sky.
                    Just like you,
beautiful and mesmerizing,
as i could see is your face.
Sweet and minuscule,
as i see my world inside your eyes.
It's pretty amusing,
like my aspiration and strange fascination
that i would like to reiterate
                       to you.
I can keep myself silent
but it's deafening like
deep inside my heart,
it shouts and bellows
that it'll make perfect,
                   to be with you.
You can be hard and fierce.
rough and rugged.
And if your love takes torture,
i can be mellower as what i see in your heart.
Passionate and reckless,
like obnoxious things.
but i can take it easy and simple.
it won't be hard.
It doesn't get any better than you.

How does it feel like to float in a complete void, alone with an uncertainty of surviving and going back to where you used to live? I was talking about the Sputnik II, the famous satellite launched with the dog Laika aboard. The very scene also portrays the life here on land. Each day, I'm caving in my own realities, an impressive way of escaping. It has buried me in that idea of you existing on it. It is a badge to be given, a sigh each time you twist the **** on the door.

And there I am, a banquet of a montage of a violent delight, a beauty of the sea cascading the shore, it's in my veins, a rushing current of this mere event. I watched people applaud, how the glass clinks, and you, an array of sun, so immaculate, I can't look away.

I cannot bear losing it.

and we'll be a specks withering, it is a bittersweet love:

I would endlessly live on it.

my heart
is a vessel
a gift from heaven
buried in abyss.

love contains an
insurmountable magic
unraveling fervent griefs
and
you are all what is left.

I'd wish to know, if we're only an idea of tall tales that meet the skeletons in both our closets and thus, it solely goes romanticizing my tarnished land.

In fury, my escapism brought me home away from home and there he was, he's the familiarity I'd wish, I never know.

So dear, he's already 'a home',
I'd live and die at times he's all I have and so this borrowed chance, as to what I afeared of, my love is building; a labyrinth, I'd never wish to escape.

The shapes your memories are
Inevitable,
inescapable.

like the pouring rain
when the skies turned grey,
when the clock turned to 4 o'clock
when those songs resonated.

They got creeping in my mind,
they weree running in circles
and no point at all.

There's nothing I can really own,
I ache at something that wasn't mine; no memories to recollect and no sound of voice that I could memorize, not even a light could stay within.

And even the sky changes its color, it doesn't even own the stars.

People are made of shattered mirror
they shine through its broken pieces;
a misunderstood beauty
totally human.

They kept words unsaid
in blurred voices
they broke their promises
in their own idea
they lost in translation
as they can never be fixed again.

There I was, staring from afar,
is it just the night scene that makes my periphery hazy? Or we're on a geomorphological process of meeting an another celestial body; you were standing there, wondrously daydream- like, as that time came unbeknownst to me.

There is a strange familiarity on you
that changes my animosities— a paradigm shift, and all the long way leads to you.

Born by the spellbound of love and destruction, held like a pretense of heartstrings. Each crevice is traced to you, it is heavenly bestowed.
I was lovelorn, following the trails of this uncertain path engraved deeply that leads to you.

Your eyes were pits of abyss,
a gravity force of unknown,
a precipice before the great fall;
the moment that I found you is when I lose myself.

II. Abyss
And at the end, we'll all just be stories
burrowed in my skin, on each pale flesh is draped with what could have lingered. adorned with a chrysalis on my chest, it cages the hollows of the abyss. Then soon I'll be a fleeting moment you carry in your heart.

When I hear that unheard lullaby
It makes a deep hole inside me
maybe, it reminds me of your heartbeat
If there's any memory in your mind
that I couldn't fill; a gap between us.
It wasn't your fault, if couldn't make it there
In the middle of June.

O my sunshine

You nestled  like a willow,
broad arms brushed against mine, slowly
yet moving as kind as the look in the eye
filled with light seeping through the window panes.

O my sunshine

You are as tender as our mouth full of mirth
you are a giver as a room for sentiments and memories.

You called me "my sunshine"
And so you are.

Ever since,
the lone star
was just inside an
hour glass.
Watching the brilliance
of your smile
enlightening the
whole surrounding
counting on motes
that fell down
every time your pace
is on mine.

On hour,
on minute
i keep the second
you had bring,
all i see in you
is foremost.

I had kept you
in an hour glass,
with your time
you gave to me
with the wishful star
that waiting for you
to fall.

Little things could turn the world
like knowing your favorite coffee and on how I could easily notice you on the way you laugh.
I know how strawberry ice cream tastes different as it looks better on your lips.

One time, we went on a secret room, I would love to be with you in that place because you are the first one I took there. Inside, there's a lot of mirror reflecting each side of your delicate and beautiful skin.

As I watched you glimmer, you are so amazed of how much I keep that place just for you.

And little did I know that you are looking from afar though, I only fix my eyes on you.

And there's an another cup of strawberry ice cream, one spoon for two.

But not with me.

There is a star I look upon
the midnight blue sky,
in gray moonlight
after the showers.
You reached the end—
the death of star.

Hunters come back to haunt
who doesn't exist,
his ghost is still penetrating
through her shallow mind,
for a thousand years of playing knives,
she left there, undesired.

She thought "that would be enough"
it would be his revenge or punishment,
her vial was empty but he was a bloodlust,
words could cut and anguish could be unbearable,  but tears will run dry.

The days turn into dust;
those memories she recollect
if he is seem to love again
maybe, she will find her faith
and her place.

She lost in darkness with broken dreams
she knew, it will only leads her to death;
Why do people keep coming back
on those things they left behind?

My runaway darling
is like a promise
of the twenty seventh.
fast pace
in treacherous way
stayed for nothing
in sunset
and gone by sunrise,
it is not a surprise to me.

My runaway darling
is telling me some lies
and dreadful sorry,
that's what his claim to fame.

My runaway darling
is like a recall,last December
It's obnoxiously beautiful
and my runaway darling
is searching somewhere,
nowhere

Should I be proud of myself, having a triumph in my life, eagerly tossing and standing straight for a toast in the crowd even if it means to lose you?

It'll be a great disaster, a fiasco.

I'm sure the multiverse is existing
I'm sure that I got you there
because I miss you every single day
and that feeling links to the other me.
I'm sure this yearning means that we're close in that other world.

They are a Periwinkle
that didn't linger
like the dancing willows,
I left them without embers
I left them with iridescent eyes.
I understand now
why they lost their minds
like a lustrous prism
in a mythical dream;
love is a place
where the poets went to die
and where I always came back.

How will you define happiness?

You are the hunter
searching for the beam
that glowing,
lurking behind
the straight line,

waiting to become warped
you wish, you're wrapped
on that curve you're looking.

He is the one
you're watching,
the one that your
dream catcher's chasing.

On the woods you haven't left,
your skin is shimmering
on his smile you bet,
you're swooningly alive.

How will you define happiness?

it run as fast as the silver fox
at the most fleeting time----
if you ask me how I define
"happiness"
I'll say it's you.

My love has been slipping beyond my grasp, as if it's the faintest light in a lone island I reach in between the gaps of my fingers. In this mere happenstance, you are my greatest expedition that would be written in pages; A conquest that no one could ever have, I was a ticking bomb waiting for the fall of promises that were long drowned at the sea I called "you", a silent yet vengeful endless depth, I named it as my territory, a catastrophic dream, in an afternoon storm.

Meet me
when the sun
didn't enlighten us,
but i'm not telling you
to keep us
as a secret.

Let's hide on
the shadow of sun,
let's talk about
our lives
and how we live like this.
Let's think,how we will
shown up on them,
let us show them
how we stand.

Meet me
when the sun
is glowing for us,
tell me if
you want to be
with me
as long as
the sun is shinning
and the world is spinning.

Before we begin
we were both naive
to see the every inches of this world.
We are just starting to proceed
the consequences of going with the flow.

We have a lot of experiences
in our pocket,
it is a proof we will have
to choose our path.

Suddenly, that line crossed
and connected together,
I am part of your day and night
but never your whole life.

my last thought was you

I'm sorry if I'm running late
there are many things I haven't done yet
you are the most beautiful thing I've ever found,
I won't let you wait for centuries
just keep the traces of me.

I was a dead body, decaying in decades of wreckage, buried in my tarnished land. Shape shifting into a muse that acquires its sunday best to stand tall, relentlessly.

And yet life is much wiser than to all of my whims, molding my heart as a vessel of my misadventures, and veins that bears my broken dreams. I still dance on a hard wood floor, memorizing the creaks on it; memorizing the fear of falling.

My skin and bone grows in unfamiliar love, shaped into a misery, it is morphed on my own garden of heaven and abyss, relinquished its life in romanticism and death.

Your world is quiet tonight,
dreams drifted to nightmare
synthesized points leads no reason,
you might caught up by a monster
you better watch out,
look at every corner of his eye.

There's a gold glitter on the floor
look closer, underneath it's
a remnant of ruined cards
shifted to play this part
without a soul,
like a demon.

Love is a villain
that vanquished the queen
dancing in white storm;
you are too beautiful
to wear a monochrome dress.

Don't look under the bed,
you will get what you deserve,
in your curiousness
in your consciousness.

I have never known love at its awakening; To a mere happenstance, it unfurled in the simplicity of side by side walking through the streets, picturing each shared memory at every corner of it. Like we are the side story of someone else who has been on the same spot of the coffee shop, little did we know that we always share memories for someone else to tell.

Have you ever memorized each word that I said that day, from the first time we met, from the way I said each syllable and how I forced myself to not stutter? Although we cannot recall each scene day by day, what matters is that I always remember each fragment of our memory each time I say your name.

It's like a collision, but it's a peculiar one. It is perfectly meant to meet each other, like it is measured accurately and approximately. But is it really worth the time?

So many catastrophes isn't it?
If all you had was hell, imagine if I were the world where you are standing right now, right this year, too painful, too depressing; Be careful what you wish for.

Drunk with dreams,
           drowned in tears,
           dreadful glimpse
                 I can't look away.
Dim the lights
           with delicate fears
           and drop the vermillion piece.

Covered with blankets
saturated series,
like a champagne and the stars.

Hunter's haunt
their lifeless thought,
worst and precious.

It makes a permanent
hues of black soul
like it's photographed
from the history
of vendetta.

Young and nothing to lose,
she is a monochromic innocence
fragmented muse
and delicate to show her inner self.

Blooms and garden of thorns
for you, i am a mirage in storm
the reflections you see through mirror
the silver light glowing through your face.

I am a bright side
with impecabilities
the light you have ever seen
after an infinite darkness.

I am a song you heard
in your dream
for you, i am a perfect distraction
in state of clarity.

For you, she could go worse
like an angel at her fall
hunted by fearless shadow
for you, she could be your muse.

My thought kept haunting me

I loved you, like the calm ocean
a deep blue uncertainty.

I loved you, like a pure rage of storm;
that's when I found myself.

that's when I felt truly alive.

It is a long way process
to see myself, to meet myself
where I left my destructive part

I can't step out of it
but I have to leave.

I don't even see you last night
on those vestiges where I reminded myself to come back,
we're on a same block
but on a different path.

This city and its people
left a sentiments and memories,
little cracks and a stowaway--
An element of surprise.

This love has morphed differently within me, heaven struck, caught up by the heights of my devotion, laced with enchantment. I speak your name with longing, as if my words were haunting interludes, in the cacophony of souls whispering a multitude of wishes to a body that once lived — an old figure of myself.

Love.

It's been two years since we have been through on this different world; I left the mountain peak and reached the seventh sea.

I thought this is the only worse thing that I can do for love.

You have been my world, my everything— a light that burns brighter when the night comes, I deeply drown in you.

We are created by constellations and dream and binded for centuries;
You are the love that I have been written long ago that the prophets kept telling we will meet on collision.

And a blind faith will keep us on truth; my love, there are things I can still do for you.

Spaces and proximity
light through sleepless night
years we count
on hopeless time.

Here's a thing i love
to wait---the rain
we could not restraint
that pushed by gravity.

you are my devotion
ready to defend the
universe---
no matter how many times
it had destruct.

You can see this love
only once---
Our life overlapped
at one orbit line
i'll be with you
so take my time.

Blind nights
bright stars
i'll be there,
waiting for you
to tell
all too similar things.

All this time
we are behind
of this two lines
half-face, shy, old and tired
Trying to get overlap
by the time they cross
the whole halfway.

All this time
this point of view
is still into you
up to the mountain's peak,
from oceans and tides
from skies and to its depth,
They crawls back to you.

After all this time
the entire world
is still into you
but then, they are
all mirage to you.

I was born from a storm
destructed from flesh to bone
beautifully perched in a cloak
in arbitrary, it was a dysmorphic view.

"How have I morphed into this?"

And all the skeletons in my closet seem like a myth hanging around in a locket, I gave you a thing where I put my little heart into it. I've gained in my drastic, obnoxious change.

Fifteen hopes
and twenty dreams
it was a vestige
of my mistake,
once I lived in a
forbidden place
of dark games.
There was a window
of my realization
I saw my old friend
smiling from the past.

I open the door,
outside it was
a memories
built by shattered promise
made by rogue
and there's no place
I could go back.

There was a time that I beg for someone to stay; a triumph of a lost traveler as he finally conquered a hidden fortress and ****** was in his veins. I was once left in his nightmare, as it was a sphere, where the embers turn to ghost.
I held a full revenge on frail hands,
a raging storm that would crash the bridges.
I thought I was brave enough until there was you, who brought light in darkness. You changed the skyline amid my calamity--
in that way I remember you.

Drunk of dreams
hold by waiting,
treacherous eyes
keep watching,
take me home
or i will follow it
on my own
with these fragile limbs.

Vulnerable part
on consistent image
through broken mirror,
too much gravity
can change the atmosphere.

You're just another daydream
or another catastrophe.

Beautiful as a dream,
lurking as a culprit,
pages turned to dust
in a great little story line,
he is the next chapter
of violent delight.

Vermillion face,
sugarcoated as veil
promises counts on eyelashes.
Wishes on lucky stars,
he is the thousand words
of a lullaby I wrote,
a song in his dream
whispering in dark.

He is not a daydream
he is not a catastrophe,
falling in love with magic
saves us from broken heart;
he's an another stranger
who can fill my strangeness.

He is the space with clusters of star
and the other part is empty side,
the ocean with endless depth,
for eons it got deeper and deeper
until our same stars have reached its end.

Breathless muse, loose pages
were spattered with strange romance
tearing in fire, and turned to powder.

I'd been a vessel;
I don't want you
to bear the feeling
of emptiness.

A great man's voyage
conquered the seven seas;
fully armed with high hopes,
his expectation is the vessel
of his triumph
as he found the girl
who speaks of love.
Though they were apart,
no one else can take what
only was meant for them.

"For love can comment upon every woe"

This love
has been dead and remained ghost,

my love
my stowaway,
"as who should say,
my strength is tried"
he's the light within the dawn
As the morning star is seen
by glistening eyes.

His love—
his eyes, a melancholy malcontent

if his love will soon forget,
this is what I can't have again.

I saw many people who had a place in my heart once and now they're just an unforgiven memory.