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there are times when
you are missing him so much
yet, he doesn't have any idea

but there will come a time when
he is already missing from your life
yet, you don't have any idea
people do move on, right?
January 9, 2017
there are those times
that i read what you've read
watch what you've watched
play games you've played
listen to songs you've listened
just to find you
find pieces of you
in the books
in the movies and tv shows
in the games

there are those times
that i try to find pieces of you

but there are also times
that i found pieces of me, instead

*thank you for those times
thank you, jeden

January 5,2017
you're looking at the moon tonight
gazing in awe of its beauty,
its brightness and glory
in the midst of the cloudy night sky
in the midst of the darkness above

you looked at it very intently
for you'll never see it in that way
for years and for several decades

you're looking at the moon tonight
in the same way i looked at you everyday
For the moon disappears when the day comes.
And I know that you too will disappear someday.

November 14, 2016
the hardest
part of
letting someone
you love
go is
making yourself
stay away
This is the season when nights are long

But whatever the length of time is

It is you who I always long for.
Like really, it was just 5pm when I'm going home from school but it's like 8pm outside. It's already too dark. So I always get sleepy.
October 10, 2016
one night
as I was laying on my bed
words keep on popping out in my head
like a lyrics of a song
that repeats without an end

i let it be
i let the letter, word, phrase
surround and trap me like a maze
but I was just there on my bed
my eyes open as if in a daze

i let the words bounce and jump
on my head, on my body
on my pillow, on my blanket
on my bed, in my room
on the ceiling, on the walls
faster, faster and faster

'til I can't take it anymore
so I get down my bed
pen and paper is what I get
to calm the words that bounces in my head

as i wrote everything down
it feels like I'm draining out
like a shoe that was worn out
and everything became calm
the calmness after the storm
like a very comforting psalm

so as the ink rests on the paper
and the words lay down on the sheet
i tucked all the phrases in
kissed them good night
as I finally get some good night's sleep

so that night
you'll see me sleeping silently
beside the paper with a resting poetry.
It actually happens a lot to me. Not just when sleeping, even when I'm taking  a bath or doing chores or whatever I do the words just pops out. It sometimes stops when I let it slip, but more often, it will distract me too much until I write it down. Well, maybe that's the life we all live.

October 10, 2016
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