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Your fragrance lingers on my nose
The way your soft fingertips touched me,
is what I miss right now.
That day, you said that your smile is so special.
Like sunflower and sun,
you always smile softly to me.
"My smile is yours completely.."
"No matter what seasons there might be, I'll always be your sunflower,
searching for my sun."

Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter, 4 seasons,
I'm Missing You.

The moment when we spent our times under the blooming trees.
The times we spent strolling around the heat.
The path that we walked through together with orange leaves leading us.
The way we cuddle each other like penguins on the Arctic.
I'm missing it all again.

You once said that  L  O  V  E  is forever,
but then you say it's a never ever.
A heartbreak story within 4 seasons :) Hope you enjoy!
Let's go back to history
Where TVs aren't voiced

Let's play a game,
Where you guess what am I thinking;
without me voicing it out

Let's do some quiz
Where you guess what am I feeling right now
behind my masked self

Let's do some roleplay
Where you become a psychic
and me giving you the telepathy

I wonder...
Will it reach through...
archived Oct 2018
Filling up a new tea to my empty cup,*

YOU.
Never knew I was being missed after a long time

that the voices inside my head decided to greet me every night lately.
It's been a while since I wrote something here, but things have been so hectic lately, and I just felt like coming back with my thoughts for the past few missing months and years. :)

archived Feb 2018
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!
random stuff, searching for more inspiration now.... :(
"Life is a ****"

Life can be a ****, dragging you down to the utmost depressed state.

but

Life can be a ****, like those cute emoji that everyone loves.

Life can hit you so hard, but
Life can also bring you to heavens of joy

It all depends on how you perceive yourself against the world

Life is a ****,
be the worst ****
or the loveable emoji.
so which path will you choose?
happiness or sadness?
either way, cheer up and have a nice day! :)
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.
it may be weird and meaningless, but I'm trying to make the same sound ending for this time :)) feel free to comment my work, since that way, I could improve on what I'm lacking... Thanks for reading!!
All my surroundings are new to me, nothing seems familiar, but I finally got used to it. People changes, and so as their status, but...
*My time has stopped, since that day
I don't know the exact reason why I just can't let go of my past, but time keeps moving on...
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
Please read the bold letters :) Vertically~
I've always thought that I have healed myself from the open wound before. But I've never realized that all this time, I'm just covering up my wounds along with the changing of seasons.

The spring breeze;
    that blows my past worries away with the dancing sakura petals
The bright summer sun;
    that reaches upon my darkest corner, showering me with its
    utmost warmth
The changing color of leaves;
    that turns my life resolution from monochromatic to vivid hues
The cold white snowstorm;
    that keeps piling up, upon my open wound

Not even the four seasons could ease the pain,
Nor the mesmerizing landscape could help me escape
Nothing, but myself to end this war alone...

Till the ends of time, until another season comes;
these struggles keep goes on...
archived Jan 2018
A sigh of relief,
and reassuring smile.
Finally figured it out
with a second glance;
noticing that familiar presence.
There you are,
"Figure Red"
a sequel to Figure Red storyline
I need to step back right away,
before I would start anything again

I need to back off and let it be
before I would be falling deeper into you
Recently I did found someone I'm interested to, but somehow, it doesn't feels right to start liking this person. Things just got really hard and I'm confused now .__.
Don't carve me out, I am not a diamond
Because I still got a mask to hold on to.
I can't let this facade loose, so I can face on the world

Nights after nights
These juices keep seeping inside me,
Getting me blinded by those artificial lights

Holding it high, grabbing it by the fragile neck
Pouring it all at once, shots by shots
As I keep dawning myself till I can't hold on no more
Darkness started to invade, putting me to have a good night's rest.
archived April 2020
Take     five    
my friend
take five for your soul
things have been hectic
so loosen up a bit
from the tensed up thoughts
and endless lingering affection
we needed at the moment
     take      five    
for a moment
rewinding our soul back to its origin
where we could see everything so clearly
rewind, take fives
at this moment
so we could communicate to ourselves
better again
archived April 2020
I'm walking on a tightrope, with no balance and net below.
Swaying back and forth with an old weak trapeze.
Putting my life on the line as the dagger hits the rotating wooden board, and so the lion roars, me vs lion.

The festive tent tinted with red,


*I have left a memory that day...
I made this during my peak point of stress, it does sounds a bit strange, but I still wanted to let out my stress though this poem :), moreover, I just got an idea to use circus as my theme, Hope you enjoy!!
If they say that life is a chosen path,

why do I always ended up choosing the darkness in my life,

even if there's a slight spark of light sneaks in the whirlpool inside me,

diving into the deepest pit of my soul.
I just realized recently and this thoughts keeps haunting me... why do i choose to be sad and  depressed everyday, letting my tears down secretly even though nice things happens in my life...i don't know why
Your feelings are valid
Your differences are unique

It's okay to feel assured when others don't
It's okay to step back when others sprint

Your feelings are valid
Even if it goes to extreme
It is still valid
not sure if it's a poem but just crumbs of my thoughts

archived May 2020
Words cut thru swords
Spreading far like wildfires
I am here standing in dire

Dive deeper so you'll discover
but I won't meet you there
Back on land
my mind is a mess. my thoughts keep circling around.
I've dug a huge hole inside my heart,
where each and every darkness are being kept inside.
But YOU suddenly come to rescue me from those dark pit of my soul,
dragging me out of the cold, and spreading your warmth to me.
Just a bit tangled along the way
Things have been looking a little bleak
As if I've made these static sound myself unconsciously

Ruminating over and over
If I browsed over my memories
Will I be able to find my answer?

Midnight whispers lullabies and twisted thoughts
Projected with bizarre utopian visions
Since when do my head is filled with these

Somebody,

Please

Unwind me

Just like a wind-up toy
Maybe I'll restart my own being altogether eventually
archived April 2019
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.
I have faced a lot of things in life, but not even once I thought of ending every pain I faced...
I guess I'm such a coward after all.
My color is white, I stain my days with rainbow
nothing particular..just my simple white life
In the corner of the room
Crouched down, trembling
In the corner of white walls
Loomed over shades of grays
lost in my own thoughts trapped in my own dark mind
All I see within the pure white paper are blots of black ink.
I have a lot of work to do that it blocks my way to update my poems. :( i really wish my work is done, but somehow, it piles up...

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