so here's some things about me,
there's nothing special you see.
really but i don't know why,
i judge when one never lie.
what i find it so amusing,
is some music that's rocking.
love to play the piano,
freaked when playing solo.
you can say i'm a polyglot,
though some words i forgot.
i am terrified of insects,
or any matter in that acts.
oh don't you just love foods,
never fail to cheer my moods.
guess that's a wrap,
sorry if i left any gap.
say if you want to talk,
drop them in my inbox.

shall learn to accept,
all the things i love to do,
no longer be done,
thus this shall i bid farewell,
and seek of new adventure.

moment to forget,
the things have i learnt back then,
and must learn to love,
new wonders that lie beyond,
and strive to conquer future.

"i love you forever baby",
forever yes its true,
i hold your words so dearly,
never see whats coming through.

you said you wouldn't find another,
only i am the one in your heart,
but you've turn back on me however,
and run to her at last.

your promises and words,
were all lies from the very beginning?
i can't describe how much it hurts,
my hearts feels shattered and burning.

to say such hurtful things and all,
that i was never there for you,
so tell me who was there when you fall,
other than me to guide you through.

retreat was the only option i had,
to make way for you and her,
but she will never love you like that,
like how i used to love you dear.

waiting and waiting patiently,
waiting for the train to pass by,
hover from here to there rapidly,
wondering when will it come by.

waiting for the train to pass by,
all alone with eerie chilling air,
wondering when it will pass by,
intersecting and connects between two heirs.

all alone with eerie chilling air,
remembering fine happy moments together,
intersection and connects between two heirs,
lost since both born to the purple forever.

remembering fine happy moments together,
free from commitment and duties astray,
lost since both born to the purple forever,
rivals then like male snakes hunts for ultimate prey.

you know the way you brag,
like there are pots of gold,
when all you do is nag,
and instruct people as they're told.

prioritize your so-called friends,
abandon your own company,
when it really does not make sense,
fame you claim for others work agony.

leader ain't position for the likes of you,
because you're too blind to see,
all the brand new ideas coming through,
no wonder everyone starts to flee.

i understand not,
about forgiveness concept,
ain't you think it's odd?
the offender should forgive,
but victim actually did?

Thou hear my silent scream,
deep within my ratchet soul,
unable to swallow torment whole,
only just a smoky steam.

strong you may sight,
within there is fright.

ever heard of teen depression?
i'd say its more like obsession.

what kind of obsession, you say?
hurting oneself just to feel okay.

but that's just one of them,
look it up if you give a ****.

for i am sure you know of not,
because its something that can't be taught.

always pretend to like you,
really why, i don't have a clue.
sticking you're nose everywhere,
PRs here so you must be there.
making contacts so you say,
annoying is what you are anyway.
freely interrupting someone's conversation,
how rude trying to blend in without invitation.
despised when you tightly grab my arm,
the hell woman, were you raised in a farm?

oh my oh my you poor little thing,
begging us for forgiveness and forget everything?
everyone knows that act of stealing is a crime.
and i quote you said "it is fine, medias do it all the time".
oh sorry to burst your bubbles,
but we're not letting it slide to rubble.
unlike you, we take pride in what we do,
stealing other peoples work is untrue.
giving excuses oh dear you can do better,
why not be in our shoes and taste our bitter.
after that you can brag about deadlines,
that is IF your life is still on the line.

brand new start,
with broken heart,
shattered tears,
so crystal clear.

physically man,
emotionally ban,
plays like doll,
defence like wall.

i came in two sides,
one with four, one with six.
but the two never collide,
broken that could never be fix.

one with too many confidential ,
the other with too much guts.
the two have not much differential,
though they could never be in the same hut.

from the outside they seems fine,
sweet yet full of history,
i should think i'm one of a kind,
maybe i was from a different family.

when a lady says "go away",
it doesn't mean you should obey,
female emotions are complicated, cliche,
you should not trust her fully anyway.

sadly you ought to know by now,
sorry i must be mistaken somehow.

thinking i could trust,
thinking you'd understand,
all of my rage combust,
sadly you think they're bland.

i don't need your lecture,
i don't need your sympathy,
for i just need your shoulder,
and listen to my empathy.

was it too much to grant?
listen to my simple chant.

nothing last forever says you,
i deny not because it is true.

your love how i now see clear,
perhaps never true as they appear.

my existence was just temporary,
nothing more but a mere fantasy.

o how ironic,
to tell someone to relax,
when you yourself quacks,
constantly explode outburst,
using all foul words,
really you're so pathetic,
couldn't control your frenetic.

hollow o my soul,
lost them down the hole.

chanting with them wall,
i wish time could stall.

hallucination at its best,
yet my mind did not rest.

recreating some scenes,
hysterical but dreadfully keen.

to be a lady,
really it ain't easy,
she must be pretty,
dress up all fancy.

oh wait that's not all,
her posture must be tall,
but must never fall,
and always head to the mall.

look, it ain't all true,
look, what social construct made you,
trying your best to come through,
for you can just be yourself and eat fondue.

certainly i don't behave that way,
even though i did ballet,
but i too can act in a play,
and i never care what people say.

has anybody came up to you with syntax,
that's hurtful inside like you've been whiplash?

like learning literature is really blunt,
science however sounds more fun.

literature won't take you any further,
in your carrier or whatever it is in your future.

literature is a waste of time,
certainly won't provide you any dime.

as a literature bachelor(ette) i have to disagree,
for i forgive them,
as they could not foresee,
that literature could set one's mind free.

love,
is a very subjective word,
that builds on trust,
and more than you've ever heard.

no rules,
no boundaries,
make us look like a fool,
but that's the part of a wonderful thing.

families, friends and partners,
where love develop,
from within,
deep in our heart.

can you close your heart?
to the things you do not want to feel?
thus love,
is a very powerful feeling.

indahnya sebuah melodi,
sebuah lagu yang berirama,
sungguh merdu,
sungguh syahdu.

alangkah indahnya hidup ini,
jika diibaratkan dengan sebuah lagu,
setiap detik kehidupan,
mempunyai iramanya yang tersendiri.

alangkah indahnya cinta ini,
seperti melodi lagu-lagu tanpa nyanyian,
penuh dengan kesedihan,
tetapi juga membawa kebahagiaan.

tatkala perginya seseorang itu,
ke dunia lain mahupun yang sama,
sakitnya tidak diduga,
seperti mengenggam serpihan kaca.

kehidupan ini tidak dapat dibicara,
dengan hanya kata-kata,
ianya dapat dirasa,
apabila dilalui.

music is universal and whole,
suits every body and soul,
an entertainment is not its only purpose,
but act as an art and style within us.

some may like metal some may like jazz,
from generations it know no rest,
notes, beats, rhythm and tempo,
makes music always on the go.

time is running fast,
my sanity soon shall fade.
worry don't you be,
for I shall endure the pain,
- hidden from within me.

pleasing others ain't tough,
crack jokes and all good stuff,
but hear this for i ain't bluff,
that journey will soon get rough.

for you will see soon enough,
that life ain't like marshmallow fluff.

ironic it seems,
for all the accusations,
thou bring upon us,
like a mirror it reflects,
true colours within thy self.

truth in thy proclaims,
clear as the starry night sky,
for what it shall seems,
thou not know of however,
twas gloom as the forest fog.

memories comes in two,
for thy chose only solemnly true.
what about another hue?
the ones that hardly go through.

remember the good old days,
quite wonderful as sound may say,
though real truth never shall decay,
for it haunts till the very day.

they say the dead receive more flowers,
compare to the ones that live,
because regret have more powers,
than gratitude that will ever give.

the life that bestowed upon me,
that God gave i took for granted,
partially it return to He,
too late for my prayer disenchanted.

all of these random facts,
merely an internet acts.
"nothing rhyme with orange",
so you never feel derange?
"and what about silver",
none that makes you shiver?
"then it must be rhythm",
clearly you have no freedom.
"positively its purple",
please make it triple.
though there are words with no rhyme,
let's create something worth the time.

run.
run like the wind.
to your hearts content.

run.
run as far as your leg takes you
to a journey
a destination.

the road is yours to take
gain control and aim
go higher, Go deeper
and get stronger.

run.
for there are no width
no measurement
no limit in running.

run.
run the ‘Comrades and Two Oceans’
before the chair takes away
your passion and ability.

tell me why should one lie,
when the answers is clear,
why hold it on dear?
snug tight till thy die.

for i now care less,
if that's what thy think best.

shades may vary to some,
for some say its dumb.
but shades may cause inflict,
making some tripped.

blue calms the soul,
true its good as a whole,
but blue too reflects the ocean,
dangerous and drowns the nation.

something happen, something snap,
not sure what but there is a gap.
always on track, always so hasty,
making judgement little bit hazy.
extended feelings, extended thoughts,
assurance everything are on the dot.
heredity worth like the bravest knight,
unfortunate dwell deeper into the night.

souls always come and go,
and thy should have already know.

sorrow not for the one's away,
as new one comes to stay.

never too joy for the new souls,
for thy not know what the future holds.

you may and may not
know my name
but you precisely
may not know my story

you see me casually
from the outside
but did you notice
the insecurity inside?

you see me smile everyday
like the sun shines bright in the sky
but have you ever wonder
the history behind every smile?

you see me walking the pathway
highly confident to seize the day
dont you ever feel
what is like to feel afraid?

you judge someone by their weight
their personality and their grade
but let me ask you something
have you ever been in their shoes?

you may and may not
know their name
but you definitely
not know their story

neither i alone,
figure i'd survive this far,
who would have guessed,
able to strive for living,
continuously fighting.

present mark the day,
a full year of competing,
rising beyond,
the company the people,
everything include oneself.

why thank you for feeling that way,
oh i'm not going to beg you to stay.

oh sure go ahead shut me out,
and please don't have any second doubt.

no you don't have to say adieu,
because i know what you're going to do.

yeah i know feelings do fade,
it's okay if it cuts me like a blade.

people always come and go,
so i'll just go with the flow.

has it been
days? weeks?
maybe months?
or years?

i do not wish to know
how long has it been
for i long to write
the beauty of poetry.

the truth that you speak,
over within thy reach,
sounds easy like a preach,
but tougher to wreak.

one said "i feel you",
but never do understood,
and never will be,
for the ones who truly did,
are the ones that endure it.

envied by the current generation,
able to go out wild and free,
for i long the taste of freedom,
and eager to begin my journey.

envied by the current generation,
able to see the light of the world,
i wish the ancient would understand,
the craving i’ve been looking for.

“the world is full of danger,” they say,
and i deny not what they say,
but life is never full of roses,
so why still must i stay?

i wish i have another life,
a life that is full of rhythm,
so beautiful yet so deadly,
and not as melancholy as already is.

hurt and agony,
this torment i feel inside,
will it diminished?
i can’t bear it anymore,
its consuming me slowly.

in every field,
every latitude -,
of my heart; pounding,
wondering and patiently,
waiting for you to come home.

be extra cautious,
i rifled very throughly,
for information,
that might help me bring you back,
safely and sound from the war.

living in a world,
like calm streams yet furious,
but my wish was void,
by more potent arguments
from the elderly people.