I still remember how;

You love to take slow walks at night just because it’s quieter,
You will sip a bit of your coffee first before drinking it because you are afraid it’ll be bitter,
You play with your stubble and laugh when I stare at you doing that,
You will wipe your utensils before using them not because you’re a germ freak,
You hate to drive in the evening because you can’t stand the traffic,
You will call me just to say that my favorite show is on,
You always buys me cookies instead of cakes because you know I like them better,
You give that flirtatious look when I said I love your smell.

I miss you.

Find Inspiration in unique places

2. Write about what inspires you

3.Judge your work

4.But don't take your work too seriously

5. No matter what, don't ever get rid of your work
and always love what you're doing.

The ocean breeze—
Soft yet so harsh.
I wrote your name,
at the back of my palm.
The seagulls sounds like they are screaming your name,
And then I realized that this sorrow seems to have no aim.
I called out your name,
While half of my body is already in the water,
The coarse sand under my feet,
Feels like the bottom of your hairline.
I sank my head underwater,
But all I can taste is my tears.
I don't know what the wave hitting the beach is saying,
because all I heard is your voice.

Today I wrote a pathetic poem again,
With the pencil of soul that I had sharpened nights and days before,
I then tied it to an old, weak pigeon's feet,
To be sent out to unaddressed land—
Carrying my sorrow and gloom along.

I've always been a hopeless soul,
Dreaming about peace of heart-
Which seems to only exist 6 feet under.

Now I'm waiting by my window again,
Wishing for the pigeon to return,
With a poem tied to its feet,
With the voice of the Reaper,
Coming for me, here at last.

I.R.

Assamble those lost pieces
of common sense.
That obviously were absent
from my mind.
Seeking those fragile heart
to be broken-
That's what you always do.

In the somber hue dress,
She dances.
In the wreath of dark clouds,
She dreams.
In the dire dreary weather,
She smiles.

He took my hand,
And there we run together-
To the pink grassed field.
Where rainbow colors of roses grows,
Where unicorns were born,
Where people only talk no lies.

He took my hand,
And there we dance together-
Under the moonlight.
Ever so romantic.
I tripped a few times,
But he only smiles,
Saying, oh my pretty darling,
Your flaws are what makes you perfect.

He took my hand,
And sit mirroring me,
He took out his dusty old guitar-
That totally out of tune.
He serenaded to me.
Of how he feels towards me.
Of how he thinks about me.
Of what he planned to do together with me.

He took my hand,
And we walk down the aisle-
In the sky, amidst the stars.
He promised me,
That he'll be my half,
That he'll give his heart to me,
That he'll trade souls with me.

Then,
He slowly loosen the tight of our hand,
He let go of my hand.
Still wearing that smile,
Still having that shimmer in his eyes,
Backing away,
Ever so slowly,
And leave me alone, drowning in my own tears.