What is wrong? I ---
I already questioned millions
     of cooks around
          the world,
but still they can
     never give ---
the recipe for victory.

Hysterical.

They hate us,
when they also talk
about destinies.
People are fond
of breaking hearts
then fixing it.

We will build castle
out of the bricks
they threw at us.
Love is beyond
any beautiful scenery
in the world.

Never let go
of the things
for the unknown.
They have hatred,
we have love;
we are love.

darkness.
wounded.
helpless.
confusions.
abandoned?
abhorrence!
d­estined?
disgraceful!
prolonged.
justice!
forgotten?

No one is strong enough to hold back the tears.

I never write my words to make you smile,
rather, to make me be loved by your love.
I still keep waiting under this old oak tree
to where I want you beside here with me;
we will watch the sun sets along the horizon,
and together read the lines of my poems.
This feelings worth fighting for, the problem,
if you accept it for you to be dethroned.
I need you to be my queen under my castle,
under the heart full of wishes and dreams,
you will not find emptiness behind my walls
I will be with you till this world will end,
and I never write my words to make you smile,
rather, to make me be loved by your love.

there are so many mirrors,
every memories I know
every street I go

they try to denounce me,
pull me down,
pull me down

i'm lack of existence,
lack of experience,
lack of senses

there are so many mirrors,
i can't break through them,
they try to break me in

my eyes are dead at night,
my heart burns like ice,
my heart burns like ice

We fuss. We
            fight. We
    shout. We
   cry.

But after those
      tiresome quarrels
   and arguments,
                      it always ends up
          with a smile.

                We hold
     each other's back,
          and that's
               how
                    crazy we're in love.

I am young man, conquered a few phrases
And my name is never pronounced by others' lips
I condemned myself for seeking words to rhyme;
For I've been in poetry, years after years of my life:
I may have not those qualities to be a renowned poet,
I will still write even Shakespeare stoop at me upset:
I love composing poems, whatever others may say
For I am prone upon this kind of art, day after day,
Poetry; is where my heart and my my mind solidifies
Tho I may have not a motif for others to be inclined.
He (Shakespeare) is already a diamond; I am not!
Dreams are where it all began, so I will never stop:
There are many prolific writers, better than what I may
Yet my hands will still write even Shakespeare detests me.

As fireworks
kissed the stars,
may it bring
peace and love
to every
aching heart.

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.

I've missed being drowned
in the sweet smell
of your perfume;
the phantom
of the past
haunts me,
I'm all alone.
Tell me, how can I
see the street lights
with you again,
when I'm here,
at the corner,
watching you kissing him?

Three days were left
and I'll be gone forever.
Forever means,
you won't see me anymore.
And if you're lucky enough
to see me in the news
or hear my name.
Then probably,
that would be the time
that I was dead.

one plus one...

          ...equals one,

two minus one...

          ....equals zero.

Every moment
when I unclip your bra,
the wrong
feels wonderfully right,
the beautiful scenery
of your body,
perfectly naked,
turned me to start
kissing and sniffing
your neck.

Who is she, Mama?
Why is she asking
money from us?
"She is a beggar, son."
Don't you have
any coins Mama?
Who are them, Mama?
What are they after
from those garbage cans?
"They are searching for food,
and for money, son."
Is there someone could
throw away food, Mama?
Is there someone could
waste money, Mama?
Where are their mother?
Father? Family?
Are they sleeping alone
in the streets tonight?
Mama, why are you closing
the windows of the car?
"This place is so stinky, son."
Is it wrong to smell
something like that, Mama?

Mama, why are we different?
Mama?

Are you crying, Mama?
Why?

Let the cold wind
of the night serenades
the earth,

Let the golden moon
surrenders the shadows
captivated by fears,

Let the little voices
whisper words for joy;
rejoice fate,

And let my hallow soul
celebrates on my
beloved death.

I can't promise much,
I may not be the one you ever need,
And I may not know what's running on your mind...

But guess what?

I will be here for you
     until hell freezes...

My eyes are empty, they lied to you,
my heart was broken from wanting you,
bring us to the past, it was all perfect
shallow life just gave us these scars.

My eyes are empty, they cried for you,
my feet were standing in darkness with you,
we might meet in heaven on a moonlight,
let me be your angel as I bid my last goodbye.

Burning like ice.
          Cold like fire.
                    Somehow,
                              planets will collide.

That every feeling was just a "fool's gold",
and it's better to bury it again,
for I'm tired of being head in the sand in love;
I will return those hills and mountains
which we both have moved together,
like every step on that wonderful horizon
must not be anymore seen,
like every ocean of tears which drowned
and killed these eyes must now rejoice.
When you do expect winning her hand again,
or somehow those old feelings,
you might be lost, heart withered,
with this thing we called pain...

Goodbye my beloved anonymous.

my greatest creation
every time i fall
to  my own instinct,
my loveliest breath
every time i'm suffocated
from that garbage of tears,

here, i could do anything
my heart desires:
i could burn the rain,
i could freeze the fire;
no one can hurt me,
i control everything
like turning every sunset
into sunrise,

hey!

the coffee on my metal cup
is now getting cold,
i should drink it up
before i will lose the day;
the alarm clock above my head
is now shouting so loud,
i should better wake up ---

to face the reality...

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.

Let me die
not because of hunger
and thirst,
but of missing you
that would only
make me sick.

With all these words
     I'm trying to utter right now,
With all these words
     I'm asking deep inside my heart;
With all these words
     I really want you to hear;
With all these words
     that come from
     the highest atmosphere.

I'm missing you,
     do you miss me too?
I need you,
     do you need me too?
I care for you,
     do you care for me too?
I love you...
     and would you hug me
     and say, you do?

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.

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...

.
.
.

four...

three...

two...

one!...

MERRY CHRISTMAS
and
HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Impressions,
     Expectations,
          Disappointments,
Imprinted on beautiful
minds.
Rivers ran through
my veins,
As I tried to bite off
more than one can chew;
To every music,
I danced
But I cut my tongue,
once.

Skeptics,
     Critiques,
          Vanity
Even at the depths of
my despair,
Good things were dead,
worsts were born;
I was distorted by lies
because I lied too
So I cut my tongue,
again.

Changes,
     Changes,
          Changes
In every rhythm of
my breath,
I tried to re-build
those memories,
Still I could not.
I might hurt people
with my words,
Better cut my tongue
into pieces.

I put myself in a bottle,
throw it into the sea;
in the midst of this battle,
waves crashes over me.

Waiting for blinding sun
and cold light of day,
troubles, weigh a ton,
take my fears away.

I am alone in horizon,
from morn till even;
my life only begun
in Your Heaven.

It was a cold, dark and difficult Wednesday
night;
I was walking through a lonely street beneath
the moonlight:
I can't stop thinking of her for a thousand times,
When I'm about to feel that her love is just a lie.

The tears were falling when we broke up only
yesterday,
Yet I still went to her house to tell the last
goodbye.
And I can't believe that our love has its end,
We loosened the tie and we just turned up on
pretending.

After a few minutes...

As I was standing one step apart from her door,
I found something yet I didn't mind it at all;
Still I walked forward and once opened her
house,
And there I saw something that really brought
me down.

I found her lying in front of me on her own
blood;
With a knife on her hand and a letter of her
love.
It was a sorrowful moment I could never ever
forget to see,
When that letter was telling that she killed
herself because of me.

What dragging us to cold anguish...


                   ...is this loud silence.

....walking in the woods,
              without thinking
                         its dangerously dangerous danger.

That moment
when you stood close
to my eyes
was when I felt
like dying with surprise,
I don't know how, or why
but those feelings
still abide.

Your love always satisfies
my deepest affection
towards you;
words may be left unspoken,
but I admit the fact
that I'm still stuck
with those
bittersweet memories.

That moment
you wrapped your arms
around me,
was when I couldn't help
but tremble;
so, why do we always eclipse
in this situation?

You came to conquer
these fences of my heart,
you're an angel
from a once Heaven's delight;
that old odd kiss
will ever stain that night,
and I would be hungover
whenever you left,
for it was very the first time...

I was drunk by your lips.

Estranging those dusts of the morn
Truth be restored; peace be reborn;
Eyes can reflect each grief and gloom,
Scrutinize me 'fore world's doom.

Ne'er build fences for your heart!
Mark my footsteps o'er my past,
Hold me nothing than your parlance
Thus, adore me — except my tongue.

For eterne time may show my lies;
Howe'er, don't mourn upon each night
Open those eyes for who I am:
Then behoove me — except my tongue.

For future may seize you to change
But my persev'rance lasts no ends;
Bestow love with mere words to drown
And cherish me — except my tongue.

You're my breath, my ears and my voice
Tho 'tis diff'cult to be your choice,
I'll exult to all things I've done
If I'll be loved — except my tongue.