Darkness consumes my sight,
My mind dies for tonight.
And when the sun rises,
I will be awake with surprises.

you taught me that books and pizzas would go together.
Like the Italian-kind-of cupcake that I ate; chocolate cupcake stuffed with sour cream. Like *** and TV shows—fries and ice creams.

You made me feel what it is to be human again because I think I was;
You let me read words, stories, and poems that made me feel.
You have made me chuckle with your jokes.
You have made me a poet of your soul.
You have made me—
Today, you have.

The heart that desires;
The heart that can **** a soul.
Never will you live.

Starry starry night,
A star is shinning so bright;
It's light years away

Dark skies, no rain pours;
A disease that never cures
Only death will come.

The* monster;  the  man.
I  was  the  man;  the  madn­ess.
Will  I  ever  be?

Look! I see nothing;
A foolish man, I remarked.
A fool, that was I.

Cold; having a very low temperature. What do you expect?
Dark; having no light or less. What do you expect?
You can’t chase the wind nor can’t you say something without words.
You can’t see without your eyes nor can’t you say something without words.

What do you expect? That your head will be underneath your feet?
What do you expect? That your feet will be above your head?
How foolish it could be? But still we think likewise
How wise it could be? NO. It will never be wise.

The way we dream when we sleep
And the way we sleep when we dream
All will be for nothing
All and that it means everything

Look for the path or way and not walk on it?
You can’t question without asking
Having the solution but not solving the problem?
You can’t live without thinking

Say again; say it all out loud
And think again; rethink everything
This is for anyone who reads this
What do you expect?

I threw my heart like a rock
I threw it towards the sea of love
But then it skips, like a skipping rock
And I thought I would never love

But it sinks in the middle of the sea
It sinks like the skipping rock
And which I have never foresee
That I would fall in love; like the skipping rock

But then, I realize, my heart have sank too deep
That no one could ever keep
I was meant to be like one of those precious stones
But now, I am all alone.

is a romantic thing to say sometimes
But still, I don't know why



**I do

Death screams for life;
Life screams for death.
They don't simply whisper or ask for it politely.
They're both desperate; obssess.
They want it, NEED IT, and screaming for it.
And once they have what they wanted, there will be no more but nothing.

You always try to organize spaces
And you never wanted those spaces to be just as adequate.
You tried and have many revisions
For you never wanted it to be simple
And you see spaces as some kind of small universes.
So, you wanted those spaces to have so much considerations.

Now, you're already done about planning and made your blueprint.
And so, the building is about to be built.
For days, months, and years, you tried to press on what was planned and you never wanted the construction to be inaccurate.
You really wanted to show the architect that you are.

In the end, those spaces and all that you worked for was not meant for you to have but for your client.



You were my client.

I stay silent; say no words
As I lie on my bed, just thinking.
I stay silent; feeling the cold
It's 4:45 am but still breathing

The night seems to be passive;
I felt nothing but curious.
I tried to be expressive;
Still, nothing comes out but slumberous.

seems to be twisted
when I said those words.
And trying to suppress my soul
from being irrational...


No, It was my
Heart.

Away; I went off.
Agreed to wait for our love.
I came back, you're gone.

Sometimes, I like to draw
Sometimes, I like to sing
Sometimes, I like to play musical instruments
Sometimes, I like to paint
Sometimes, I like to dance
Sometimes, I like to act like someone else
Sometimes, I like to be slow
Sometimes, I like to be fast
Sometimes, I like
Sometimes, I love

Everything happens, just sometimes.

The words of the deep,
Tells us to think before death;
For you'll think no more.

The heart is burning;
Flames that burn souls--undying.
Let love extinguish.

Hear
See
Smell
Taste
Feel

And realize that you're in the world of people who has these.

The sun rises in the morning.
The moon shines in the evening.
Yes yes, they do.
Just like you and I.

The river runs.
The lake stills.
They all do.
Just like you and I.

People die,
People live.
People love,
People hate.

Like the wind,
Love comes.
Just like you and I,
You came.

The hands of a clock moves clockwise.
The time moves forward; leaving each day.
And you left like time.
Nothing special.

Trying to create a melody;
Like a path where I can follow
Do Re Mi ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Let the music flow

Sometimes, you just have to let it go
Because it's just another day
A day to learn and grow
And when there's no other way

"I felt like I was emotion-impaired; heartless.
And I dread for nothing but life--"
I tell you stories of mine like how death tells a joke.
But I have known you for days and never talked about infinity
Or gone to Marianas Trench

But there are so many words that I should be telling you;
You should know that we're made up of atoms.
And these reflected light--hoping you have read each word.
Because, I can't tell how light should travel or where
like freedom,
like words, like languages;
Like art

is like a sleeping monster
It devours anything;
A monster that grinds
without teeth,
and swallows without
it's throat

Painless as it seems
but it has very large stomach,
and very long intestines

I'm sorry, sincerely;
For my selfish heart and mind.
May you live with love

I don’t really know what to say in this empty document but my soul tells me to do so. I have nothing to say, really. So, maybe, I’ll just start with anything:

I met this girl, I think she’s beautiful—or maybe just her face. I don’t really recognize her way because I don’t really want to observe or analyze her movements. I don’t know. I always see her. Almost everyday. But I don’t think I really like her. And because, in the first place, I don’t really want to talk about it. She’s about the same to all the girls that I saw before. She’s nothing new. Just like how people discover something; she’s not really new, I just discovered her. She’s a human being just like me—nothing special. I think, I always meet people on the way… but… do I really need to consider them as NEW PEOPLE or WHAT? I don’t think so. It’s hard to tell which is new and which is not. We might consider something to be new but in the first place, those things only come from other things too. Maybe the only new things that can be considered are our ideas, thoughts, and how we think everyday.

They told me I could be
anything that I wanted to be
So I picked a picture,
Putting the pieces together;
Worked hard.

Now,  I'm here where I wanted to be;
Seeing the whole picture.
It's all worth it.. or maybe not.
Maybe I could redecorate.
Maybe I could be something more.

Tired, I went to bed.

The next morning, I woke up, and everything was on fire.

Bold and strong, you stayed
with a selfish heart and soul.
You left and changed it.

Is a real thing, for sure.
You could die, or survive
But more importantly,
You could be the greater threat or
the cure