My color is white, I stain my days with rainbow

10.
We walk side by side, wandering around restlessly.

9.
Anxiety and Fear creeps between us.

8.
"Trust? What is trust?"

7.
What is Truth.? Which is a LIE?

6.
I could see your deathly psychopathic gaze, staring me sharply.

5.
The dark comes,  the cold breeze fills in our gap, mysteriously.

4.
You keep flinching and fidgeting your pale blue fingers.

3.
"We can no longer be together"

2.
Define Blood,******,Death

1.
One

0.
Zero,
The End of OUR Lives

Yellow, Cadmium, Aureolin, Lemon
It's the shades of your true nature.

Sheen, Spring Bud, Bitter Lime, Lime
It's the other side of you.

The day when I met you is Lemon,
Drowning me into the watery trap of yours
Lemon in Water, that's how you cast a spell on me.

Sour, it's the taste of waiting for you
Bitter, you left me rotten and lost
Sweet, it's when you smile to me
Refreshing, the reason why I look forward toward tomorrow
Plain, the black truth behind your kindness
Sour+Bitter, the days when I must forget about you

Lemon, Lime,
I got addicted to your freshness,

Lime, Lemon
You stir me up like a juice,

Lime
Those dream felt so real

Lemon
I should've known, that I never belong to you, ever.

I'm scared of pain,
I'm scared of blood,
I'm scared of heights,
I'm scared of blades,

maybe that's why ending my life would be

mission impossible for me.

I'm scared of clowns,
I'm scared of spiders,
I'm scared of horrors,
I'm scared of dark rooms,

I guess that's why I seem to live up my days,

holding against all hardships, troubles, and fear in me,

leaving "the end" out of my bucket list,

for all of my cowardliness has saved me instead.

Repeat my name in each verse
Flowing within melodies

Sing me to sleep
A lullaby or a love verse
Take me into a new universe
Every time you say my name

Repeat this tune
And play it all-day
Until the day comes
We could be in each other's arms

through art, it conceals
through art, it reveals

I speak symbolism,
only eyes and mouths that bear the fruition of my words can seek for truth

let the wind blows, let the storm howls
be it a fault or a foul,
only those eyes and mouths that bear the fruition of every truth I hold
could seek for clarity within them all

I was born for agony, not harmony
I was born to ride the waves, not streams

through art, it suppresses
through art, it unveils

Eyes wide open, glancing around
left-right-left-right.
Deserted, dark, pitch-black hallway.

Scar on her left eye
asymmetrical bangs, reminder of the past.
Petite hands reaching the glass ****.
Mahogany cracking,
pale white paint peeling off...












**SHE. HAS. RETURN

He told me tonight's menu is peas
served along with English teas
As he pours down, stain left on my tees
He picked up five pieces
of tissues marked with kisses
                        Feeling guilty, he tucked out a handkerchief of his
                        Surprisingly, it has motifs of fish
                        Embarrassed, he felt really sheepish
                        It's a moment that can't be miss
                        Just like any masterpiece.

Kings,
Have you ever give a thought about them?
Every time they spit out words,
Citizens are left paralyzed.

Isolated, deserted,
Like any mysterious islands,
hated by seagulls and pelicans.

Ruler,
15cm, 20cm, 30cm, 50cm, 1m,
They draw every straight line,
Letting every bold strokes dashing through them.

The Kings, fighting for themselves.
Breaking through every war, alone.
Trapped, lost, and wandered,
screaming their lungs out,
yet no one's there to help.

The Kings, burdened with cold shoulders,
becomes everybody's talk.
"Dominator, selfish, self-centered, loner."
Kings, they holds nothing.

He, who have been crowned K I N G,
wandered in his own world, no hands to reach,
eternally stumped in the darkest pit.
The Kings, the greatest of all,
Perfection

Have you ever give your thoughts about them?









*"SAVE ME"

I am ready to accept my fate,
I am not afraid of this path you have chosen, Lord,

I have no rights to enjoy things in this world,
I have no will to stay too long,

If tomorrow never comes to me,
If my eyes would not open in daylight,

I am ready to take my fate,
I am ready for Your time,

I am here Lord,
I surrender and give all my life back to You,

But if You had Your plan on me,
I am willing to accept that as well,

If You Lord, have planned another route for me,
I will thank you Lord for this second chance,

And I will take this opportunity to give my everything for You,
For You have trusted me all along,

I will walk away from my fears,
I will walk in Your light,

For I,

am not afraid to DIE.

I am not a big fan of chocolates,
I am not a big fan of cheese,
I am not a big fan of snacks,
I never can drink any sodas,

Yes, I consider myself different.

I never had been drunk,
I never overeaten foods,
I never went out night,
I never had been involved in a community,

Yes, I do feel that I am different,

at least I saw it from my narrow point of view.


But I'm no different from the others,

One thing that everyone has been doing for months and years,

Writing poems in Hello Poetry,
expressing each story, or just some random words.

The days when I met you had been 5 nights,
Seeing all stars and sun moves,
I tilted around your centrum,
Forcing me to get dragged down by your gravity,
Leaving me spinning around your orbit.

Everything has been torn to pieces
just like how old roses falls
there is nothing left to show,
not even specks of dust,
from every single side, front to back,
nothing have been left behind.

Hardships, despair, lost,
they say every goodbye comes with a new start,
but what I get have always been a goodbye.

Old dead roses fade away
and so is my existence
the once sharp thorns started to blunt
just like how bland my days have become

But every day is a new life, a new page,
roses will grow again,
prickling its thorns to those who hurts
Standing tall and pretty,
Just like how I will stand for myself,
Rejuvenate and grow
along with those roses loved by everyone
And until then, I will become,
that roses behind every thorns.

Eyes fixed on the screen
scanning through the lines.
Sipping a cup of tea,
or listening to music while reading.
Reading over and over again
to analyze every bits of words.
Peeking back to the home screen
then head back to this page again,
just to **** some empty time.


You have forgotten what you have read seconds ago,
you started reading all over again.
You scan through the white and black background,
and you stopped reading from boredom..

oh wait, don't stop here.







Well Hello Readers, it's my GREETINGS to you!

Admit it.
That you're a potato that grows underneath the soil.

Admit it.
That your roots have been spreading along within earth.

Admit it.
That nobody has tried to dig a hole.

Admit it.
That one day, you'll grow beneath the ground.

Admit it.
That you'll grow stronger roots and eventually a branch.

Admit it.
That you'll grow into a big, tall tree.

Acknowledge it,
starting from beneath the ground, you will gain even stronger roots to hold you up until now.
The planted roots, to support you,
that has grown into a bigger tree, heading up towards the blue sky.

Roses,
Evening Primrose,
Morning Glory,
Every flowers won't please my heart.
May your life
Be happy and joyful.
Every second and every minutes,
Remember me.

Manquez-vous
E**ternellement

You have traveled thousands of miles
From East to West

Resting upon times
Blindly heading toward the future
The times you've taken those fives
It'll bloom even brighter

Now you can run as far as you want
Till you lose your breath;
but not your pace
Fear not, you have paved your own way then

The future is gonna be okay;
and I'll still be here to stay
Till you have reached your destination

15th August:

It supposed to be my grand day,
Where people celebrates my birth,
Throwing parties and hand shakes,
Spelling out birthday wishes,
Gifts,
Cakes,
Hugs,
and kisses.

In reality,
I wasted my grand day.
I sit back and isolate myself.

It was supposed to be my grand day,

But I felt that it doesn't even matter,
to not celebrate it anyways.

It was supposed to be my grand day,

But nothing can stop my dull emotions,
and decided to let my day goes away.

It was supposed to be my grand day,

But no one seem to care about it anyways,
and so I kept my second week of August dull,
avoiding conversations and outings.

2 months ago, I had a dream,
of me, lying down in my death bed.
I screamed out of frustration of being death,
but gladly, it was only a dream,
that woke me up from my bed.

It was supposed to be my grand day,

Where I would be the main character on the 15th August,
Doing things I could not do, and
Enjoying the luxury for one day.

It was supposed to be my grand day,

That I must be grateful,
that I lived,
and aged another year,

But somehow...
These days...

I felt that birthdays are just another day,
and I felt there is no necessary need to celebrate it.

It was supposed to be my grand day,

But these days, I don't even mind about these things,
I am not that old yet, but
Seeing through my days,
Putting a full stop to my timeline
would still be an okay for me.

I never told you that I was always good.
Nor do I told you that I was always true.

Monday, our eyes meet and you wave your hands.
Tuesday, I smile back at you but you ignored me.
Wednesday, today is my birthday, yet you ruin my day.
Thursday, you're taking me back to our spot.
Friday, the last day I could see you... Cutting all ties down, so I'll forget you.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -  - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Today. I see you smiling brightly as you hold her hands
Yesterday. You bought her a special gift for her (It's supposed to be mine)
Tomorrow. You're planning to take her to our secret place, starting everything new, breaking off all the weary past.

but,

Everyday, all I can do, is... *THINK ABOUT YOU

People think I'm mature enough to be called as an Adult.
Make-ups on, tidy looking clothes, all that matters are my outer appearance.
Fancy restaurants, pricey things, and luxurious car. It's what people think that would make every girl fall onto their arms.
Independent, superb cooking skills, tall and slim, it's what every boys hoped for to be their partner.
Throughout these years, I've lived my life, putting every of my sweat and tears to everything I do. Only fatigue piles up my days.

To this day, my messy hair, my bare face, as well as my comfy and casual wear, is what I have to be an adult.
Chilling out at a cute & sweet looking cafe, walking around the crowded city, shopping for useless stuffs, that's what I enjoy during my day.
I'm not good at cooking, I'm not that model looking body, and...
I'm stupid in love...

I'm sorry that I can't be the girl you wished for, I can't be the trustworthy  girlfriend that will shine your days better, for all I am..


                                                is just a Kid at Heart <3