The lights
are screaming,
"may the night
doesn't end."

We, too.
When we are
at our best,
we hope to
stay the same.

As the sun rises,
the lights say,
"I will be back."

We, too.

Yesterday, I blew a kiss to a flower.
That lonely and yellow one I was tempted to pick.
It was bold, although dainty, for blooming on a cold weather.

I was out with my favorite lemon tea, when it told me it loves the sun.
Each morning, it waited.
It patiently waited for that bright yellow light to touch its skin.
But every morning is a tired and yellow petal falling.

Yesterday, I blew a kiss to a flower.
That same day, the winter ended.

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In our next lives, we'll meet at the right time.
Under the blinding yellow sun or even on a moonless night, when I'm on my satin yellow dress or even when everything is plain and dull— at the right time.

And in our next lives, we'll make it right.


j.c.l.

Thoughts— my head as their axis
I lie on bed sleepless and stiff
My mom always says
"Count down to lull yourself"

One hundred
I remember holding you
And how our skin drifted
As what I feared but never anticipated

Ninety-nine
With you, every stars align
Our hands gracefully entwined
But how could they keep me confined?

Ninety-eight
Puzzled minds collate
The same minds that rotate
Turning around, finding their fate

Ninety-seven
This is how you bet and always win
How you bet and leave me thinkin'
How do I win to make us even?

Ninety-six
I find myself falling into your tricks
The sweetest ones but never the realest
They made me sane then made me sick

Ninety-five
I'm the bee protecting my hive
From you, the bear,
trying to steal what keeps me alive

Ninety-four
I've got a lot to explore
More on your unspoken gestures
You shut your eyes, when you mean the door

Ninety-three
I dive into you when you're a vast sea
While your tide is tossing me
Slowly setting me free

Ninety-two
If you are one shade of hue
You are neither red nor blue
Your are the color that symbolizes adieu

Ninety-one
With my flowing shirt and messy hair bun
You utter words that left me stunned
You end it all when it's undone

Ninety
Mom, this is not letting me sleep but is killing me
If I reach one, I'd greet the sun dreadfully
Is counting down to sleep really an agony?

I am the sadness you can't bear, and was the happiness you don't deserve to wear.

I am the stress you can't handle, and was the light of certainty you can no longer re-kindle.

I am the tears you can't stop from fallin', and was the smile you can never put in your face again.

I am the distraction you can't control, and was the calmness once needed by your soul.

I am the doubt you can't get away, and was the ease that has now stopped leading your way.

I am the guilt that will constantly haunt you, and was the lightness that you only wasted and threw.

I am the fear you can't overcome, and was the heroine you once get your courage from.

I was everything you could ask for, now I am unable to offer you anything anymore.

I LOVE...

Those warm days
that symbolize your warm gaze

Those long nights we spend
planning for what lies ahead

Those sweet dawns
of watching the vanishing moon

BUT...

The warmness is melting down
the thought of holding on

The future itself isn't pleased
and trying to stop us towards it

Those dawns seem to be the one fading
No more cuddling just too much suffering

I love everything about you,
But everything disagrees.

Sudden silence, unsaid goodbye
hurts me all the time.
Why do you have to close your eyes
before they could meet mine?
Why do you have to take back your words
before I could find their rhyme?

Pleasing gestures, caressing language
break me for the first time.
You wrote the last chapter
when the story gets interesting
You clenched your fist
when our fingers almost intertwined

Sweet beginning, tearful ending
all at the same time.
You blew the flame
when it's about to **** the dim
You buried me deep
while my breath is taking you in

Oh wistful memory,
Why do you have to leave
when I have already taken risk?

Calmed my heart, filled my soul,
You were my sweetest tune.
You made my lips tremble.
You made me kiss you even at noon.

You were my artwork,
With those touches that glitter.
Your grin, your smirk,
Are subject of my pen and paper.

Young, dark, and fearless,
You were my knight.
It was real and I was conscious
When I could not, you fight.

You're gone awfully, suddenly.
And despite your absence,
You are still my favorite melody,
The tune that has now silenced

I'm fixing the canvas you distort,
Filling the colors that are in drought.
But you are still my artwork,
An abstract I never figured out.

This is my only fright,
I am losing my defender.
But you are still my knight,
This time, in a rusty armor.

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You were mine,
and still mine, I believe.