The story of a boy who was summer warm
and fell in love with a girl winter cold

during spring,
he met a girl named Amber
who was the complete opposite of him
the girl told him about her life
so full of sadness it makes him flinch
but he was still summer warm
and the girl was still winter cold

during summer,
he brought the girl to picnics in the park
where they'd fly kites together
he made secret wishes of them being together, forever
as they lay on the grass, gazing into the sky
but he was still summer warm
and the girl was still winter cold

during autumn,
he'd make brew tea for the girl in the mornings
and they'd sweep up the orange piles of leaves
he'd read books to her under the trees
and take pictures of her when she was not looking
but he was still summer warm
and the girl was still winter cold

during winter,
he'd give the girl kisses on her red cheeks
feeling the touch of her cold, frost skin
she told him she hates everything about her
he told her he likes everything about her
and promised the girl he will always be there for her
but he was still summer warm
and the girl was still winter cold

spring to summer, autumn to winter,
he never did anything for the girl anymore
because she was gone as quickly as the seasons change                                                                now the boy is no longer summer warm
and the girl was still winter cold

"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)"

14 March 2015 2:33 pm*


Once in while, you need a breath of fresh air.

Once in a while, you need a chat using pure eye stares.

Once in a while, you need a giggle with a friend and a stroll.

Because that's what true ones are fore.

17 April 2015 5:41 pm*

Greenish hospital-like bed sheets, caged windows, and coldness.

nothing but mere sounds of kids playing outside in the distance, and birds chirping their freedom away.

I've always observed birds; I loved how they had no worries and flapped their wings to new places whenever they felt like it.

I admire how they get to see places I want to see, explore things I want to explore. But, no. I stay behind a huge wall instead.

Sipping my regular poison at 5:00pm, and reading until the sun gets swallowed by the sky, leaving room for the kingdom of darkness, and its king: the moon.

Every one would symbolize the moon as the loneliest thing in the night sky, I agree, but here is my thought: it has an army of stars to accompany him.

The sun, however, shines in the day time, even if it stands alone between 9 orbiting planets. This taught me that sometimes when you surround yourself with people, it doesn't mean that you are happy.

You feel alone. I understand the moon, I pity him in fact. And I am jealous of the sun.