Her heart is gold,
I am one who have received it.
It is rich and precious to my soul.

I am blessed by her wealth.

I am by no means love.
I am merely a reflection of love.
I am only a resembling crimson shade of hate.

Your validation for subjective beauty, she does not seek for any. Not conform to standard beauty, is she.  

Her beauty is seen with the eyes who appreciates it.
Her true beauty is found only by those who lives in faith and not just by sight.

Backpack a bed; for a full rainbow in a head, can only be seen while taking a plane.

Push and pull, is that all you want to do?

I'm just a heavy object you push and pull.
The noise is LOUD, I am unclear of your kooky activity.

I sit heavily on your mind, aren't you going to crack.
Talk me up so we can laugh it off together.

Forget it, I'll just listen to my music.

I stare into non-existence

Taking breaks from existence

Restoring my resistance

So to come back substantially fit

To feed my realism

I am not building
A relationship
A love

I am only doing it
Out for giving love

The love will keep
You from being cold

Keep you from
Where you are
And hopefully
It will kick you
To keep moving on

Because I am only
Giving love
I won't be here for long
I only happened to pass by
I don't know why
But one, I know it is for good
But it is not for good if we don't move on

My night ends late
And my morning starts late

*Nocturnal late bloomer

My mind isn't big enough for an escape
My mind, I am trapped in a disadvantage

Usually my mind is as big as the universe
But my mind, is discourage

My mind, my mind, holding on to courage
Making my way to uncover

Another path of undiscovered

The World is a divine sight.

Nobody gave me a pen and asked me to draw. So I picked up one by myself and draw.

The feeling was of a first empty page of a thick sketchbook, I was about to draw on.

Only the World was with me.

Neither a girl,
Neither a boy,
Just human,
With a beauteous soul.

My 20s is ending.
I did nothing to savour it.
I was chasing and I rolled down a hill.
Haha… at least I could laugh it off…

I was caught off guard.
I need new alignments.
30s would be a brand new start.
Literally.

No weekend, no weekday.
Every day is just another day to live.

Every month is a new month.
Everyday is a new day.

Do, do, do, do, do,  
do, do, do, do, do, do, do,
day and night, do.

You've open your mind
When you spoken those words

I've come to notice them
little nature of yours

It was some insight
from focusing those flickering lights

It has only been days
And it still stays the same
As my intuitive always says
"It is not a place where I should go
Not any deeper than this. As there is no light at the end of the room, where I peek thru the gaps on the cracked wall. It is not a safe place to go on, not many have been, not many survived, not many have stayed and been alive. It is not a place for anyone to be, for no one has ever been inside."

So I walked out and saw another open mind...

Between me and you
We shall not wait for no one.

Once again, its just me and you.
We will do it, without no one.

We don't need no one.
Between me and you, we just need us.

Our desires, undertake between us.

We had pillow talks but we don't talk anymore

Not how we used to

Reckless behaviour, too afraid I will be wrong

Closing, you are gone

Holding myself together, lying down on bed

We don't, we dont

you know i wouldn’t search for a love like this
fading and longing
tiring and intensive

where could this love brings me to?

a love of sly
a love like flower die
you know i wouldn’t search for a love like this

I wish the sin you did,
I didn't see.
I wish you had hide your demons well.
I didn't want to see.

I mediate on the worst of myself
I mediate on the worst of myself

I mediate on the worst of myself

After saying that out loud
I turn to prayful thoughts

And I pray
And I pray

And I pray

Then I found myself in lost of words
So I sing

I sing
I sing

When I’m okay
Time will tell
Maybe when I stop reminiscing my old self

Slowly slowly
When I’m okay
Good or no good also passed already

the old is not done
and the new is here
it never ends

time will come again
when the old is new
it never ends

a poem of one deep breath
a poem of words that has breath

the words that are left
are a poem of final breath

Maybe you know me,

Perhaps you could comfort me,

Probably shouldn't be asking further more,

Just show me you love me,

You already know that's what I need,

A deeper love between us.

We never made it pass, our ending is always nothing.
We never had a proper goodbye and we never say hi.
In this distance, we will always be nothing even from the start.

We are only
living by
Coming by
Never realize

We are only
Dying by
From this world's pollution
Killing us
By time

Consuming by..

I want to be all
often it's not
I have been none
and times to some
but not even one
Once and all at period
...

Out of my comfort zone
Where is my safest place

Unwind and slow down
Catch yourself on
Tell yourself kind words

Antidepressants episodes
Staying afloat

Read me.

Read my world.
Read my language.

Read me in a second.
Read me and re-read me again.

Read me like your favourite book,
you placed in your fancy bookshelf.

Read me half way,

It was bewitched,
She was power,

All the flowers she possessed,
She turned them into plastic flowers.

Now, those flowers lives forever
In return of a breath undiscovered.

so i came across
a brand called oriental

in a bag of green crunchy peas
one of my favorite snack

i could have a rack
align in rows of lovely packs

simple ingredients of
green peas, vegetable oil
sugar and salt

flavor enchacer
kept me to munch on it
even when i was little, as a girl

not to forget
super ring cheese snack
under the same brand
oriental

i have tried many other
green peas snacks
but no other have i taste
as flavorsome as this

so i snack and snack
and i snack on it
and i wish that
it will stay as long as i will live

oriental green peas snack

I live a private life.
Everything I say is a private thing.

The more you know about me,
The more you don't want to know about me,
The more you don't know about me,
The more you want to know about me,

You almost know me and that is a scary thing.
Most people don't read far.
Most people won't pick me up again.

Most people think is,
Weird mystery, weird music, weird everything.

Place me on your fancy bookshelf.

Irrational thoughts
Lost inside my head

Paranoid, delusional, hallucinations
Something really bad

A few episodes
Living with voices
Talking to them

Electroconvulsive therapy
Controlling, something is lost

Wanna keep talking about it
Never the same as before
I want back myself

Pain, trauma, suicidal
Sometimes moving on
Thinking of a new start
Sometimes stuck in the same cycle

Clear water; in the pool, deep and shallow.
Right in-between, there is you.
Feel the rapid movement of the waves surrounding you, moving you, captivating every part of you.

Every move you make, surrounded by moving waves, sway away, and let it seize you as it takes you to another open wave.

Surrounded by endless waves, forever in a clear water pool.

Sinners with animal desires.
Burning to get burned.
In hell with deadly sin we love.

i love poetry
i don't have to play to any rules
i am free
I am
I am in poetry

My mind is a bin
A very large bin
Filled with a huge amount of junks
And it doesn't even need to wear a trunk
It is exposed to the gobbledygook

Don’t panic
Don’t turn away
Not go away

Think,
Solve

And the moon continues to rely on the sun,
and the next time round you can rely on me too.

Life is quick
A time race
A chase for ace

we are all roadside flowers
blooming and changing in seasons

we are all together
all in these together

all growing together
all nurturing together

We are all soft touchy flowers
feeling for one another
loving and tendering

with the same thoughts
and common soil
we came from the same ground

let's be together
in the light of our sunshine

Going to bed
And
Needed to sleep
And
Not wanting to sleep
And
Suffering from can't fall asleep
And
Sleeping only when the sun rise
And
Deprived of sleep
Arises from one of those
sheep
Lost in the woods
Unable to sleep

The entertainment is dead,
instantaneous distraction
whether you're bored or not,
living in leading to death.

Distraction, distraction...
and what more distraction,
not a bare disturbance
living in leading to death.

No life.

Galaxy and Universe won't lie to me

My heart and my mind knows
what I can see are real

**You are real

You see,
i can always find them out there
like wild flowers near the green field
outside my house,

down the road

In a town
random corners, random streets
cracked concrets

you can see them there

We're naive enough to be together.
We aren't afraid of losing love.

The sun, the sun,
How silly it is to the moon, the moon.

But without the sun, the sun...

The moon will not appear
Beautifully in the night, the night.

A fear,
clueless of its phobia name.

A fear,
for losing a pack of chips.

A fear,
for opening to what will end.

A fear,
of ending a pack of costly chips.

A fear,
of having no pack of chips in the cabinet.

A fear,
of missing chips without a notice.

A fear,
that disappear once you open a pack
and restore new ones back into the cabinet.

The pain we cannot escape.

The pain so sweet with
Love we cannot escape.

The pain held merciless has been expelled.