There is an
A r t  in every
h e A R T
Whichever way
Expressed,
It is the soul speaking
In binary. .
Hoping to find the
Right body
When all throughout
They're in it!

But it still search
For what is  k n o w n
Thinking it's u n k n o w n.

Every art
Is a question but sometines
They are our answers,

I can do things
M o r e  than  these,
But my will has been
Refusing these past few years.
R e d u n d a n c y is killing me.
I am just a form, finding its' substance.

All I know is
I need to be on the same cycle,
Same pacing and same struggles
Of the people around me. .
Or else I will lost the way they are tracing so graciously. .

My happiness resides on the smallest things, but the world is asking me
To be bigger than this. .

Keeping myself interested
In life
Is one of my priorities.
And now, I wonder

*What's next for me?

I told myself:

" I need to make this man a poem. "

So here I am, reminiscing an ordinary day. . .

I was one of those,
Who do not care:
University political parties, campaigns
And all the blabbers they make.
Scripted promises turned
Public speaking competitions,
And yeah, i t   i s   h e l l !
But that day I heard a voice so deep,
E  c  h  o  i  n g   in space,
pounding through my brain. .
One of the clearest voices
I've ever heard, there he is
Standing for campaign.
And my wrong, he's full of vision
and selfless cause, giving my belief
a  s p e c  i al   e x cl u si o n.

A year has passed, with ordinary days
Lurking by. .

He transferred in our block,
From there I thought:

" I would want to know
              this person more. ."

There was no love, I'm sure.
But there is a jolt of mystery
On his face I'd die to solve.
I exerted  n o   e f f o r t,
but my curiosity is pulling strings,
I got to know him better.

One of the most well-rounded person
I've ever known,
Oozing with confidence
In everything he do.
His  ph il o so p h i e s
deserves a trophy too!
He is someone that
I would want to be
If I were a man, that I am sure!

We competed in a class debate, I won.
And there I thought,
That my achievement is worth
a  no b e l   p r i c e
worth the sought.

There is no love, but there is
f or e v e r    ad m i ra t i on.
To the voice which is not
just a perfect tone,
But has the best echo that deserves
a   w o r l d   c a l l .

There is consistency,
There is substance. .
The only thing I hope for is
May his beliefs not eat him
Coz too much meaning,
Brings sadness on his face.
A face which looks like
He discovered a problem
O u t   o f    w a y s,
Like cancer on its very last stage.
His wits are too powerful,
I see it killing his happiness.

So I wish him the same things I wish for myself:

To think less of what others deem
as   n o n s e n s e .

I am broken into
f  i  s  h  e  s.

It sent water
Gushing down
My  c h e e k s
Somethin'that
Lacks integrity:
A loved one
Being kidnapped. .
Taken away in an
E n v e l o p e,
And I can't remember how
I am crying
Over a paper.

D r  e  a  m  i  n  g*
We immerse ourselves,
In *different reality,
And we wake up not knowing
If we already did.

E v e r y d a y
I open my eyes
There are alot of things
I want to say,
Words left unsaid,
Deepest secrets,
Beyond regrets. .
But with every thought,
It seems to choke,
My voice is buried,
Deep down this earth.
I might be thinking
Of the wrong person:

A p p r e c i a t i v e  but
U n d e s e r v i n g

I might be making
the same mistakes again. .
And those words so precious,
Will just  d i e   on   a i  r ,
Then, I might lose the will
To spell it again,
To the right person,
Who's not here
Y e t .

A      s t ro n g   g r i p
Will   s u r e ly   h u r t. .

The only words
I wanted to tell you is:

T h a n k   Y o u

Coz that's what we're
W o r t h  of .

"I love you more.."

A love with a *dash of pain,
degrades my side of the scale. .
Now, what do your words entail?

Should I give you more or
Should you give me less?

"I love you too.."

Would be best.

My heart almost fell
Between the  g a p s  of our fingers.

What we pursue in life,
Is definitely two worlds  a p a r t .

It is what you do that I admire.
Those digital art,
Those vivid sketches
Transpiring before my eyes. .

Thats why I said:
It "a l m o s t " fell.

But I caught it when they said,
You are someone who prefer
Grinder, over Tinder.

Then, *Will you be my bestie?
Huhu

I said:

          Love is without  e g o  . .
   but it comes with  s e l f   r e s p e c t.

And so, I said it.  
Just to defend my ego. .
We are but the same,
So do not weep
Even a single tear,
Or a single sigh
We'll just call it  " q u i t s "

This is not love, indeed.

All for democracy. .
W e  f o u g h t
History has turned its records
Blood spilt on every pages.
Journey long forgotten. . .

All for democracy!
Majority wins. .
So when majority is wrong,

Colors,
Are   m o r e   c o l o r f u l
When painted on your lips,
My little darling!
I'll show you how
To make the world blossom w/ dandelions
With a  g e n t l e   k i s s !
I'll teach you how to send it flying,
To reach boundaries,
Not even spaceships can reach.
I'll give you millions of it,
C o u n t l e s s   as the stars,
Lasting like the skies.

As years leap in harmony,
Those lips, will sing
Music not even heard of.
But I will keep it in tune.
Make it a curve
Like a  s m i l i n g  m o o n !
I'll make it as many as
Your favorite gumball machine.
Cause I will be your witness
And I shall  n e v e r  f o r g e t
Those lips
That called me in a name
I'll die to  p r o t e c t . .

You are in love when
You write conversation scripts
In your phone's memo.

But then, that moment
N e v e r    h a p p e n e d .
A single antipcipated question
Was never asked. .

And it turns out
That nothing works
According to your plans.

You ended up,
Embarassing yourself.
Then you write again
But now, a defensive script.

And it turns out,
You are just making a big deal
Out of things.

You are in love,
When nothing works according to your plans. .
Coz its always your plan
To show the best side of you
And you realized there is
N  o  n  e .

So you fall into depression.
Thinking you are never enough

Love is not suppose to make you feel
  **L  E  S  S

"Romance is just an extra in life
It's okay to have one . .
But I decided not to chase for it. "

Life is made out of
T r i a l   and   e r r o r .
And you always do have a say on
What to try.

It's a   m  a  z  e   we're solving.
I've always seen the way out.
But let's just say, I ignored it
To play this game with you,
To spend time knowing (you),
How strategic you can be.
But I end up losing time. . .
Time, I should have spent
O u t s i d e  this crazy box.
And somehow, I've been imagining
Seeing the ends of your eyes
Always looking at me.
Hmm, might be wrong with that evil smirk!
This is a   l e t t e r   I'm shooting to the sky
In jet planes, clouds as ink.
So. . Look up! :

"  I     J U S T   G O T    O U T . "

*PS. I'm wondering till now, if you've also seen the exit all this time. . XO

One day I was seating,
Looking at the sky.
Oh, how it felt like
I got that realization,
That my life could end
In an   i n s t a n t   today.

And  H E R E   I    A M,
With my unfinished businesses.
Wondering if life always end
In the middle of thinking:

" What could've been my life, if I chose this. . . "

. . .brought tears to my eyes,

I am free. But,
I feel utterly **helpless.