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1.4k · Jan 2015
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Lalala Jan 2015
When I accepted this exhausting journey
I thought to myself that there’s no turning back
I expected it to be adventurous
But quite a long one too

In fact, until now I haven’t reached the end yet
But it doesn’t bother me really
For me, it only seemed to be like a labyrinth
Clueless with which way I am going to take
Afraid with whatever it awaits
And probably determined to finish it

And for you to know the endless journey I am journeying
It is none other than the roads of the future
Wanna take a ride?
1.4k · Oct 2015
A-TWO-VERSED-POETRY-BY-ME
Lalala Oct 2015
The rooftop setting is all I could ever ask for
It is way more romantic than the sunsets in the shore
You can both watch the stars twinkle and the city lights glow
While you can hear busy chats of the people as the car honks from below

The breeze that makes your body quiver,
Has also caused your dear lips to wither,
Which gave him a hint to wrap you around his arms,
And to carefully kiss you with no possible harm
Sorry guys for being inactive... It's been a long long while.
1.4k · May 2015
It's mine, not yours
Lalala May 2015
i wonder why some people even wanted to put themselves in my shoes
when they’ve got their own anyway
if only they knew that they won’t like it here when they dared to try it
it seemed like it’s just I, the one wearing it, who makes it more beautiful & presentable on the outside
but they’ll surely regret it
for the longer they’re in it, the more painful they’ll have to tolerate
just like how I dealt with it
so better not try it in the first place
if you got your own, wear it then
who knows, you might lose it
I just want you guys to be thankful for wherever you are right now and don't even dare to wish to be in someone else's shoes.. you'll see the difference afterwards.
785 · Oct 2015
Mr. Impossible
Lalala Oct 2015
don't you know
how important
you really are to me
even if your name
is the mere definition
of the word 'impossible'?

i may relate you
to some (parts) of nature
first is the stars,
for you're too far
for me to reach

next is the wind
because I know for sure
that you're around
even if your presence
is completely unseen

probably you're like
the dawn
for i know how stunning
you really are
even if I need not
to bother
looking at you

and just like
the storm
you show up
whenever you just
feel to

even if
I can't be with you
at least I've got
a memory of you
and that is
more than enough
782 · Jan 2015
Irresistable Thoughts
Lalala Jan 2015
I just love the idea of writing.
Sometimes it will suddenly pull you out of whatever you’re doing
Forcing you to jot down anything that came into you
There was a time when my thoughts are too much to handle on a pen and a paper
So I prefer to collect them first on a crystal clear jar
As it struggles to escape from me
Then I tried to watch them course through the sealed container
Until they have decided to calm down
And as soon as they did,
I would let them escape once again
Giving them the freedom to unite
And a chance to create new ideas once again
In order for me to place them back again
To where they are supposed to be
Nowhere else but, in my brain.
It's good to be back!
747 · Jan 2015
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Lalala Jan 2015
Hey you,
Yes you!
What in the world were you doing?
Believe me, it’s not good.
Repent, while you still have the chance.
Someone’s been watching you, remember?
Aren’t you afraid?
Well, it’s up to you anyway.
Take note, I warned you.
733 · Jan 2015
Regrets Collect
Lalala Jan 2015
As you read this
I’m pretty sure that it would seem a bit familiar to you
Probably because of the guilt that rises from your throat
For not approaching me back
The moment when our paths had finally crossed
Actually, I was just waiting
For you to do something
But all you did was stood still
Blank eyes, jaw-dropped, and fists closed

If only you knew how unsettled I am
That for every millisecond of the day
My mind roams through yours
As I try to fathom bits and pieces of your thoughts
Trying to build an illusion
In order for us to form a percussion

Maybe was it all bloated in my dreams
Covered with clouds of fear that dim
Popping and popping til’ it starts to compose a hymn
Hoping and hoping to see once again from him
682 · Feb 2015
Things Unseen
Lalala Feb 2015
You usually gaze your attention
To the things that were easily tossed by the wind
Without even noticing the very tiny speck
That had already conquered your eyes

Which had caused you to blink for a sec
And made you lose out of your way
Confused with which way to go
Til’ suddenly you are totally lost

And as you began to open it
Teary eyed, with wet eyelids though curled lashes,
All you saw was nothing but a blurry vision
Waiting for it to turn as lucid as you expected it to be

But it didn’t
And so you panicked
And messed it all up
And realized that you just made it all worse
Pay attention to things unseen.
623 · Jan 2015
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Lalala Jan 2015
How come I still don’t know your name?
Oh come on!
Stop being so mysterious.
It kills me inside.
My troubled mind
Is forcing me to know more about you
But how could even I?
If your name alone,
I do not know
Please don’t do this to me.
Please.
Make yourself known.
Just for once.
614 · Jan 2015
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Lalala Jan 2015
Stop aiming for less.
Get out now behind that bars of doubt.
You have just been freed,
To show em' what you've got.
Keep that fire in your belly,
And you'll be able to defeat mediocrity.
584 · Jan 2015
Into your eyes
Lalala Jan 2015
When I first saw this mysterious  guy
I thought my heart stopped
I tried to ignore it for a while
But I failed to
So I tried to let it stay that way
In fact, I almost forget to breathe

Every week, I get to have a chance
To take a look at him for a couple of minutes
Though a little bit from a far
And a chance to listen to him as well
Because he's actually a musician too

As he tried to press every key from that  piano
I can feel that
It matches perfectly to the rhythm my heart beats

Then one time, our eyes met
I got no choice, but to quickly lose my gaze
But suddenly I cannot
So we stared quite for a while
But sad to say that’s just it
I meant like a painting where you only get a chance to appreciate such
As you look carefully through it
And funny to say, that’s simply how we did it
549 · Nov 2015
Who knows why?
Lalala Nov 2015
Why is it that I still write poetry
Even if I **** at rhyming words
I still listen to music
Even if the genres have evolved repetitively
I still sing high-pitched songs
Even if there's no way for me to reach it
And I still like you
Even if there's not a single chance that
You'll feel the same way for me

Why is that so?
505 · Jan 2015
Are you really true?
Lalala Jan 2015
I knew you were already mine
But still
I have this feeling
Of not being complete

No, don’t blame yourself
Because it wasn’t you
And neither was I

It’s just that
Something was missing
That can never be found

I don’t want to
Stay like this forever
Maybe it’s about time
To release these hallucination
And wake up

Not from this dream
But from this nightmare
That you aren’t totally real

You may be in my every poem
That was yet to be written
But that’s all
Nothing more and nothing less
337 · Jan 2015
All I thought was
Lalala Jan 2015
I felt too depressed
That I thought my life was nothing but a mess,
I never expected anything like this to happen,
Which I believe that, nobody does.

My heart was torn into pieces,
Just like a jigsaw puzzle that cannot be complete without its missing fragment
That no matter how hard I try to assemble the appropriate piece
I knew in the end that it won’t prolly work out

It’s difficult to accept the mere fact,
That running away from reality makes it more hard for me to escape,
Because whatever distractions I make,
I just can’t lose track of these bull craps that’ve been coming my way

Well, it’s up to me though,
If I would allow this **** to continue to happen,
I mean, this is about me
and I am the one in charge to control it

But right now, I chose to overcome it,
For my hope is in God,
My fate lies with His hands,
And my life depends only to Him
334 · Jun 2015
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Lalala Jun 2015
A verse doesn’t have to rhyme
In order for it to be called a poem

It doesn’t have to have a quota
To limit your endless ideas

It doesn’t have to be beautiful
In order for it to be read

It doesn’t have to be spontaneously vague
To be able to leave a good impression


But your poem has to have a heart
For whenever an eye passes through your scribbled mind
He will be able to fathom the real emotion of your work
Just write it all out!

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