I'm thirsty.
She haven't felt our hearts beat as one.
She let the tears spilled out
from my eyes;
caged me in this solitary moments.

I can't give her a perfect love story,
so caved for my own treasure,
but my treasure was a fool's gold;
when a girl's kisses,
suddenly is cold.
I refused all the pavements
for every wound she left to remember,
for I'm still searching for a person
who could fill this glass with water.

The end always the end.
But I still see
some of her refracted lights
on the mirrors;
forced me to recall
about the poignant past.
I admit, I let her expectations
perished into ashes of disappointments.

And I still do love her!
She always comes to visit in my dreams,
drawn me not to forget
every detail of her name.
I know we are only separated
by space and time
so I'll wait for her
till no more morning arrives,
for many have tried,
and many have failed;
still no one--
could fill this glass with water.

So I will shut up
for me to hear you.

Life is a wonderful gift bestowed us from Above,
but it is also challenging and heart-wrenching.
We can all use a little motivation and inspiration
from time to time, to navigate the small
and large hurdles we encounter on our journey.
But when the moment comes you will be creating
footsteps on that aimed horizon, never forget
to look back and be reminded of those few people
who have brought you there. Remember those hands
which comforted you on your failures, rather than
those hands which praised you on your success.

I am now marrying the heart of the night
trying to escape from the shadows of the past,
perhaps, I am once a despicable, foolish knight;
but all I have now is because love already lasts.

I pushed myself beyond my comfort zones,
just for me to grow, and struggle, and start living,
but you were too blind for my tears, I prolonged;
and all I am now is because love found its end.

You stained every thought I only have in mind
I could not even hold the pain inside my chest,
I am now marrying the heart of the night
trying to escape from the shadows of the past.

Leave me nothing but mess,
leave me nothing but this,
because it is easy for you
to let me go...

but I will fight no more,
I will just find myself a cure,
I have given you all my love
but tonight...

I will be the best thing you never had.

they taste like toothpaste,
but you taste like birthday cake...

we can't take back words
                                           we have already been ******* !

My poem illuminates the night like a golden moon,
like fireflies on the trees, and the love I ever owned;
constructed feelings, somehow are still unexplained,
like bubbles of morning air, how it kissed my skin.

It's not how our hearts intertwined all of the sudden,
but how our language diverged; beautifully spoken,
and when my mind engorges reality, so slow, so slow,
that's when I write those lovely words only for you.

My poem warms my nights like a silver moon,
like fireflies on the trees; fantasy is what I longed,
constructed feelings, somehow are unexplained,
like bubbles of morning air, touch my skins.

It's not how I intertwine my heart all of the sudden,
but how our language diverged; beautifully spoken,
and when my mind erects, so slow, for real
that's when I ******* words suitable for her.

I'm crying in the rain,
so no one would notice.

It was 3:27 in the morning,
when I woke up too early
just to feed my mind
of the lessons that were hard
to bare with, I studied then.
Too creepy, silence killed me,
the voice of the cold wind
whispered in my ears. (whoosh!)

Minutes passed, I heard noise
coming from the window pane,
it was intimidating, disturbing.
But I didn't mind it,
I continued reading on my notes.

Not too later, I took a break.
I stretched my arms, and my legs.
Well, it is really tiring to study.
I was thinking, that the sun
already rose up,
because I heard footsteps,
and laughs, which maybe
came from the people outside.

So then I drew my eyes
into the windows,
I saw a man, wearing
his jogging pants,
and white jacket.
He stopped, and stare at me,
and waved his hands,
I saw him face to face,
then I waved my hands too,
but I wondered, I asked myself:
"Do I know him?".

The awkward moment
is when I realized ---

my room is in the 3rd floor.

There's nothing wrong
when you show them
your tears. Let them
know you were hurt,
and don't just pretend
you are strong and brave.

Judge me,
I am weak,
and could never
be the best,
judge me,
tell me, I am
naive, fool,
everything
that could hurt
my feelings,
judge me,
in order
for me to know,
that I am better
than you.

Have you ever experienced like everybody
is watching, waiting for you to lose?
Have you ever felt like always been
misunderstood, and just being used?
Have you ever tried to elude from a thing
you thought was true?
Have you ever been waged in a war,
which caused hatred to grow?

There will always be lonely nights,
leading you to find no hope on fighting.
Don't kick the chair,
for tomorrow will all be yours,
just don't kick the chair,
soon enough, it will be over.

Have you ever been holding on for someone,
who can't even pay the worth of your pain?
Have you ever ripped yourself on a situation,
which only you were blamed?
Have ever seemed living in a spotlight
grasping for a reason to breathe?
Have you ever restrained for your life,
but then, the easiest way was death?

Tell me. We might be sailing with the same boat,
people are trying to delude you on a storm.
They are sitting there, waiting for your fall;
and their happiest moment is when you crawl.

There will always be hard times,
which you can only carry, are your hands.
Don't kick the chair,
for tomorrow will heal your tears,
just don't kick the chair,
soon enough, you will get better.

you are [S]uch a cryptic [E]y[E]

of once m[I]sery, of once truth,

[M]y self[I][S]h devotion[S] for love,

[Y][O][U] made me swallowed.

Believe me, [I] lied to myself

o[N]ly wh[E]n I can s[E]e you, or hear,

hate me now, for I'm not a [D]evil

beyond everybody's borders.

But if [Y][O][U] can't find a key for hatred,

then shut your mouth and kiss me...

And then I found my way back to the corners,
draining salty tears running on my face;
believing for someone's words to whisper,
then you came in the midst of my darkness.

Sudden shivers of my body may never calmed,
midnight sorrows, turned to calling her;
but I was strong enough to bury the pains I had,
for you told me to stand still when I was cursed.

And now loving you is still shrouded in mystery,
but these artifacts will remain for thousand years;
I was perfected by someone's imperfections, indeed,
and then I found my way back to the corners.

To escape
one's melancholic reality,

and feed
his barbaric fantasies.

Blue eyes covered
with burdens of life,
trying to find remedy
beneath the moonlit night.
Looking at the future,
as future is dead,
tomb of forgiveness,
buried on graveyard of hatred.

Blue eyes covered
with symphony of the breeze,
wondering of happiness,
but happiness withered.
Nature of the eyes to show
the feeling of emptiness,
and no one  is strong enough
to stop the falling of the tears.

Rusting of ironed-love, never to forgiveness,
my eyes can perceive no beauty of sunsets.

Ignite the light, warm my dearest night,
prepare for the time, stones in the sky collide.

Deliver no pain, shout for joy, strengthen your faith,
for everything will be back to its normal state.

I heard painful derision of the nightfall
drawn me to seclude my talent
into the unknown place where it was not born futile.
It has been years since you ate my mind;
since we met in that strange road
where all melancholies diverged,
you have been my relief, my friend
and my witness when I was crippled by tears.

I seldom asked the mirrors, why should I continue?
If there are thousands of people outside our worlds
who could create you better than I,
who could make you more attractive than my pen?
Why should I continue my dreams?
And so I almost gave up, surrendered in peace;
I always wake up on the wrong side of the bed.

I was sailing edges of the oceans
just to seek for a masterpiece,
but I was fooled by my selfish intentions
and so I laughed at myself for length,
for there were a bunch of times
I could not even bestow you a single word.

I was totally bruised; buried my feet on the ground.
Others love my poetry, others just trifle,
others read it aloud that no one can hear,
others in facade of silence.
It matters no more, I have critics then.

I write not to impress, but simply to express
my undefined emotions, and unstitched fantasies.
Well, composing you is little bit hard for my part,
but you were a butterfly in my heart.

Bunch of rotten words has already been said
which could sometimes bring us to distant places,
I guess now is the time for me to give up,
to abandon and to sacrifice my selfish emotions;
because under the rhythm of my breath
we're only making every piece of our voices apart:
because at the corner of my mind,
we came up breaking each other's fragile heart,
I might miss the memories we ought to build
yet I'll try to love you no more throughout the years...

I used to see you shine all through the melodious night,
accompanied by stars surround the sweetest sky;
but now, I'm watching you slowly fading ---
with tears beneath each pale moonlight.

I am him. He is me.

I looked at him, wondered ---
Does he ever feel the same?
He has my eyes, my nose,
my lips, my hair,
everything from me.
But I wondered,
Does he ever feel the same?

I touched him, he also touched me.
I talked, he also talked,
but I can't hear his voice.
He could predict my actions;
If I laugh, cry,
weep, and smile,
he always imitates me.
But I wondered,
Does he ever feel the same?

We are friends;
the truth and the lie.
Sometimes enemies;
but if I'll **** him, I'll die.
I wondered,
Does he ever feel the same?

I am him. He is me.

If only we exchange worlds...

don't wanna give a ****...


                                                         but **** it!





                            it HURTS ! ! !

Our bodies tremble with its softest touch,
Fiery eyes are calmed by autumn winds,
With fallen leaves surround us ---
     confusions are swept away.

Arms held tightly together,
No words can explain;
But the fact that we've shared
     mutual feelings,
Azure skies are filled up with glitters.

I can see the love the moment
I look into your beautiful face,
The light of a new morning forbids
Murky shadows of once yesterdays;

Everything turned into slow motion,
Everything is destined to be perfect
     everytime we kiss ---

And it doesn't matter how far or close
     I am, from your side
All that matters is how
     your sweetest lips invite.

She ate our minds, and we forgot the reality
We heard her unsound stories, then believed
She controls every little thing we controlled,
She lies at the bottom of every truth we hold
She lies at the bottom of every truth we hold

She ate our minds, and we forgot the reality
But she could stir our bitter cups of sorrows,
With her, we are heroes whenever we wanted
There are no borders, no storms, just happiness
There are no borders, no storms, just happiness

She can take us to a new world of perfection,
But still our choice, will decide our destiny;
She ate our minds, and we forgot the reality
We heard her unsound stories, then believed
We heard her unsound stories, then believed

I do not understand.

I would not.

I could  not.

Juvenile Government. Black-skinned Politics.
Lavish desires for power, establish conflicts,
Contrive one's graveyard for authorities,
And inculcate defalcation at the zenith.

Deciphering the truth from ocean of lies,
Sovereignty of benevolent people has drowned;
Flooded miseries. Benighted reality.
Withered accountability. Absurd transparency.

On an old bench
     Under an old tree
          An old woman — waiting.

'tis a déjà vu,
I've declined...


so now's hello to goodbye...

Let LOVE
leavens life,
lessens lavish lust,
longs Lord's LIGHT.

Beautiful --- so beautiful
painting of the eyes
colored with rainbows.

Fly, fly, fly --- faster!
you need to escape;
will o' the wisp.

Flowers bloomed --- then withered
funeral of dreams,
broken dreams.

I like not too girly girls,
they appear like sunsets.