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On Valentine's Day,
There's Cards and Roses.
No need for acts or lies or poses.
Cos' there is only one thing you need to know,
As there is only one feeling you need to show.
You need to be honest, clean and sincere.
So here it goes loud and clear,
My love for you is so very great,
And it has been up to this date.
But still I'll remain your silent lover,
And leave you wondering who's undercover.
I love you with all my heart,
And ache all the time we are apart.
This poem of love is from me too you,
No matter how you feel or what you do
I want to kiss the sleep from your lips in the mornings before your morning coffee, tea or milo in winters. I want to run my fingers through your hair just before a passionate kiss. I want to wake in the morning from you moving slightly and my body feeling a slight cool breeze where your body used to be, I want to fall asleep with you entangled in the sheets after play fighting or nice intimacy. I want to feel your fingertips giving me goosebumps along my sides as you run them up and down I want it all
(j.a)
 Mar 2014 Izzah Batrisyia
Emma
I'm hoping
One of these days
That when I sleep
For hours on end
I won't wake up
Because maybe
My brain will forget
How to breath
While my mind
Drifts to different dreams
And maybe
I won't have to
Face another dreadful
Day

And maybe,
Just maybe,
You'll miss me.

-e.w.
 Mar 2014 Izzah Batrisyia
Buzz
Shroud of sunsets
blankets the eye
Tombs of tiredness
Dwelve inside
From all the efforts
Lighting the path
That no one dares
To even sneak a peek

"I don't care"
Said the commoner
For I have faith
And hope to follow
As these combined
Can mould the world
From a shattered piece
To something that lingers

Sweat sips
From the knuckles of the fighter
As he respirates for glory
Surely, a mountain of burden
Is carried on his collapsing shoulder
The face of his is pale
Fear of the future
Nevertheless, he is resilient

Days come and go
Seasons change
Friends made and forgotten
Age gained

Today, I stand to you
To tell you a tale
Of the man of will
To never be extinguish
For he has achieved
For what he had begone for
A dream of his
That no one seems to believe
 Feb 2014 Izzah Batrisyia
Amanda
One day,
I'll whisper all my secrets;
all those unspoken wishes etched on the creased edges of my heart,
those lost in the depths of my skin
& and &
those little daydreams that blurs my vision

into
a
glass jar.

Oh, he thinks
I am silly.

The whole starry universe can say
I am silly.
That I am a fool.

But that's
fine,
sweet-hearts.  

I'll lock it away, write a note on the side.
Let it be slightly yellowed and creased with time.
Just a ***** of a reminder
of
what
tick-tocks
can do.

Here lies something so very powerful in your hands.
An alchemy of messy hope entangled with rhapsodic notes of my soul.


Now, what you do next is to be

reckless.
Daring.

I want you to b r e a k this glass.
Let happy sighs escapes those parted lips.

Make another laugh line; one that creases your cheek and eyes.

Fill your lungs with the sweet, sweet balmy air.

Let what you promised with half-drawn infinity signs be filled,
now what dances on infinity will never lose its way.

Speak the words you have been wishing to say.

In between the cracking of glass shards, let the sweetness of the daydream meld *wildly.
I cannot quite believe it!
I have reached a 100 & two lovely readers.
To those wonderful readers who have read my poems right from the beginning, to the lovely ones that read it on the odd Monday or to the people who are reading this for the first time.
Thank you,
there is always something inherently special to transcend emotion through words to another person.
Perhaps, it's like a little letter of emotion with their name tagged on it.
So, here is another one,
To: *insert your name here*, Glass-dream
x
Let's make Friday flipping amazing.
Go! Go! Go!
Much love,
A'manda
Your love, support and kind words makes this girl get dizzy from excitement and happiness.
x
 Feb 2014 Izzah Batrisyia
Amanda
According to Chemistry,

one mole = 6.02 x 10^23.

Equivalent to
A computer counting 10 billions times every second would take 2 million years to reach that number.

And that is what we are made of,
the things that we kiss, hug and live in.

We are infinite

universes ourselves.

Please, please don't let anything
dull
those
stars.

The ones that glitters your eyes,
the subtle ones that effervescently lights your very soul.
And above beyond,
the little winks playing
peek-a-boo
in
your
smile.
Sunday Nights leads to this.
Hey-hi! :')
And for those lovelies who have read my poems,
this one is for y'all.
P.S Don't worry, if this is the very first time that you have read my nonsensical writings. It's for you, you and you too!
x
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