Is it a crime,
If I do not rhyme?

Will I be put to jail if my metaphors are lame?
Will I be put to jail because I steal your fame?
Or my life will forever be in shame?

I borrowed your words
Well, technically not really your words

I am not a word thief
Unless the Dictionary will sue me
Unless my own mind sue me

Worry about things
Gives you something else to do
But leads you nowhere

I've been trying to write stories
then my mind wanders into fantasies
I could not find a perfect subject
so I looked everywhere for an object

But still..

Another writer's block
tik tok tik tok said the clock
write a line, write a line
and find a rhyme, find a rhyme
Oh! I found a dime, I found a dime!
Lets buy some wine!

tik tok tik tok said the clock

Delete the first two verses
Because it was all nonsense
Please give me a concept!
In return I will try to write you a sonnet
Said, I WILL TRY to write you a sonnet

tik tok tik tok said the clock

I am running out of time
I am running out of lines
Sorry for the rumbling
I really am struggling
Couldn't find a perfect subject
So my papers here are wrecked

Writing in between dusk and dawn
late night and early morning thoughts
all things I should have done
all things I should have said
ends up in a sheet of paper

Writing in between fantasy and reality
distinguishing facts from dreams
separating actual events from things that happened only in mind
drawing a line between possible and impossible
all ends up in a black ink

Writing in between, with an angel and a devil beside
they look at me saying
"decide which side to take, decide which bridge to burn"
it takes a lot of wisdom to choose
it takes a lot of understanding to do

Writing in between seconds and minutes
of how time takes things and how things takes time
of how time is sometimes too slow
and sometimes too fast
writing about how time has betrayed me

Writing in between good and evil
of what is angelic and sinister
of what is moral and immoral
of what is accepted and not
all written, but all don't matter

Writing in between life and death
still couldn't define what is living
still couldn't define what comes with death
writing in between inhales and exhales
grasping for words and air

Hey Yats, are you there??

Yes*, he will always answer back..


That's where I got his nickname
He always STAY for me, so I called him YATS


Time passes by,
Growing up away from each other
The "always" turns into "sometimes"


But we managed to keep each other
And whenever we had a time to meet,
It always feels HOME


I still call him Yats,
He may not be physically present
but I know, he will always be there
He may not always stay, but I know
I just know, he's there..

When the music stops,
I'll still dance with you
When the world is insincere,
I'll still believe in you
When you feel tired,
I'll carry you around
When you cry in pain,
I'll save you from your tears
When no one hears you scream,
I'll scream with you

Just put your heart in my hands,
You'll be safe here

I never thought that the lips
          I love to kiss
Would be the same lips to lie
          And say the word goodbye

starry eyes
starry smile
you’re a universe
on earth
too beautiful
too bright
for this world
maybe that’s why
you’re not meant
to stay

I came. I saw. I conquered*

You came into my life
Like the flash of lightning
- fast, ephemeral

You saw me
Like I was just a stardust
- beautiful and ugly

You conquered
- my life, my heart
and it was lasting