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1.7k · Jan 2018
love's a land mine
solfang Jan 2018
loving you,
is like walking
on a landmine;
suited with a
vest decorated in
dangerous explosives

one wrong step-
                          and it goes 'kaboom',
just like ticks
of warning from
my puny heart

                                    you hold a machine
                                   and prepared to shoot;
                                   as if I've not experienced
                                   the after effects of this war,

just so I could win,
the peace treaty
of your affection
I love comparing love with explosive— both are not safe to be held or toyed around.
1.5k · Feb 2018
we are all flawed
solfang Feb 2018
the toughest man I know,
will too, shed tears;
the prettiest lady once told me,
she too feels insecure;
the happiest friend laughed,
at the times she cheated death

I truly wonder
if the reason I'm flawed,
is to make me perfect
one day, someday.
Perfectly Imperfect
1.2k · Oct 2018
you don't own me
solfang Oct 2018
you don't own me;
yet you gripped my past
gave me nightmares,
and made me loathe living.

you don't own me;
but you claimed to be
my saviour when
you blindly tied me
to your wills.

you don't own me,
for I won't be owned,
by no one but myself.
Been through few events in my life, where I felt like I do not belong to myself
1.1k · Aug 2018
fell/fall in love
solfang Aug 2018
I fell out of love
with the thought of
falling in love.
I think there's a phase in life where you'll stop fantasizing about love and focus more on what's really revolving around you
992 · Jul 2018
future || present | past
solfang Jul 2018
how can I envision the future,
when I'm stuck in the present,
dwelling on my past.
I find it hard to plan or foresee my future because I can't handle the things on my hand now. I blame my past memories for all of this
922 · Dec 2017
Thigh Gaps
solfang Dec 2017
Thigh gaps,
Wide or narrow space,
Funny how,
The gap between your legs,
justifies whether you're
perfectly shaped or unfit

just by the distance
of your thighs.

I truly wonder how
the objectification
of women started
with a simple spread of
her beautifully shaped legs

from calling her a ****,
to calling her fat.
you seem to have
many names from
just staring at the
legs her mother gave.

if I really have to say,
who are you to
judge that anyway?
I wonder who gave people the rights to judge one another based on how they look, or how they act.
911 · Oct 2018
to the person I am today
solfang Oct 2018
to the person I am today,
thank you for loving
the yesterday's me.
Talked to a friend, learned a little something about self-love.
I resented my past, but today I learned to embrace bits of the hatred and turning it into appreciation.
848 · Dec 2017
cold, leftover pizza
solfang Dec 2017
everyone agrees that you're
tasteless and flavourless
when it comes to
choosing the ingredients
to make the dough for love.

similar to a slice of
cold, leftover pizza,
hated like pineapples
as the toppings,
slapped on like a can of
expired tomato sauce,
cut away like
unwanted crustings,
and being as cheap as
a low-quality mozzarella.

definitely
loved by me
but purely hated
by the entire world.
Literally wrote this because everyone thinks I've poor judgement when it comes to pizza topping choices. (p.s : it's pineapples)
763 · Dec 2017
you smell like the rain
solfang Dec 2017
you smell like the rain,
a combination of
sweet and saltiness,
pleasantly musky
etched to your jacket,
on a cold, wet day.

you feel like the rain,
as our palms held and met,
I can feel your sweat form.

hold them tighter,
my heart feels tighter.

I think I'm the rain,
if not then explain,
why do I precipitate
waterdrops from my eyes,
or listen to my heartbeat
pounding loudly like
cats and dogs,
and my sight is fogged

I'm waiting for the
someone sunnier than I do
where I can form
new love again.
was walking out from the coaches, and it started raining.
could have guessed, as I walked out from the station
I smell nothing but rain
and I'm overwhelmed with immense sadness
760 · Mar 2018
your voice lingers
solfang Mar 2018
your voice lingers,
my hands tremble,
the distance—
so close yet so far.

it was a never-ending passion,
every word you muttered
was another reason for me,
to live on a little longer;
we were chanters—
you're the executioner.

bright lights shone,
your talent shimmers,
your humour;
was the heartwarmer
the stage was brighter
you make heads lighter.

encore, encore, encore,
your presences drugged
the audiences;
and made them want more.

I was lost in thoughts,
as I stood by the railings,
and barriers were formed;
what was the reason again,
that I heard love called?
Attended a James Blunt concert today. I don't really care about what others have to say about him, but it's by far the best concert I had attended.

Regrets: Really should have gotten the front row seat instead of the end row. Probably one of the worst choices I had made in my life.
731 · Jul 2018
acceptance
solfang Jul 2018
when will I ever,
accept the acceptance
of letting go?
There are things in life that I can't get over.
673 · Dec 2019
boy
solfang Dec 2019
boy
your love is a decoy,
because you'll always be a boy,
and my feelings,
is your toy to destroy;

that is how
you find joy
Boys will always be boys– because real men knows how to handle things with care
670 · Dec 2017
swipe, swipe, swipe match
solfang Dec 2017
today on tinder,
swipe, swipe, swipe right,
swipe, swipe, swipe left,
oh, it seems like we matched.

now tell me lover boy,
who's going to spark,
the fire with this match,
you or I?
reinstalled tinder and swipes a number of matches but
why isn't anyone bold enough to start a conversation
649 · Jan 2018
tastebuds/heartbeats
solfang Jan 2018
my taste buds
are probably ruined
as of today.

how can a lollipop,
so sweet and addictive,
be so bitter and awful
in just less than a bite?

my heart
is probably ruined
as of today.

how can my quick
pounding heartbeats,
be pounding normally
in just less than one love?
no explanation needed. love is starting to feel a little bitter nowadays.
a short poem to spark up some inspiration
617 · Jun 2019
worst heartbreak
solfang Jun 2019
my worst heartbreak
is when I learned
to love someone
who isn't myself
self-love is important!
solfang Jan 2018
I hate it when -
the sun rejected
love from the cloud;
and made it
cry every day
during the monsoon,

And yet
the sun still tries
to shine brightly
over the clouds
as if the storm
never happened.
My love was not justified, and will never happen.
Found this old poem lying somewhere in my documents.
579 · Dec 2019
the language of you
solfang Dec 2019
kindness is a rare craft,
yet it's etched on you;
so show the world
what you're made of,

and someday,
the world will share
the story of you,
and they'll speak
in the language of kindness,
the language of you
a poem dedicated to a friend
---
hey Juls (Juliet), if you're reading this, thank you for everything.
thank you for showing us what kindness is made out of.

best of luck in your journey, and may you do what you do best.
take care!
559 · Apr 2019
i think i'm depressed
solfang Apr 2019
my head is numb,
and I'm here to express;
it's looking real glum
I think I'm depressed

I'm taking meds,
wouldn't budge from my bed,
my eyes scream out sad;
this feels really bad.

everyone says,
"it's going to be okay",
but they are not here to stay,
who gave them a say?

I think I'm depressed,
feeling kinda gray,
perhaps I'm feeling stressed,
but it's just like any other day.
big mood.
541 · Sep 2018
im perfect until you
solfang Sep 2018
I was told that
you do not like
my disjointed arms,
my geekish look,
my elongated legs,
my unruly manner.

I never knew
I am imperfect,
until you
pinpointed my
obviously beautiful flaws.
allow me to love myself the way I want.
451 · Mar 2018
so, were we ever friends?
solfang Mar 2018
let's be friends, wait -
no, let's not be friends;
feelings, stop confusing me.

do you know you sound
like two angels bickering -
and then making out?
when you stare at me,
my reflex says run fast,
but all I want to do;
is run close.

you, I really hate you,
annoying *****,
sometimes I want to
slap you straight
into my face, then lips.

and then when I saw you,
behind the ***** windows
with your friends,
and my female best friend,
laughing and sounds of
woos and hoo's -
I give up.

                ***** this 'friend-****'.                                        

you once said,
let's be friends,
and I said, go to hell;
but ten years later,
all I want to say is,
let's be friends,
behind the screens.
Was checking out the Facebook of my first crush— wondering if I should send him a friend request. Partially my fault that a friendship never happened. I was an obnoxious girl back then.
solfang Dec 2017
I wish to be
an infamous serial killer,
that targets love-thirsty men.

I mean,
wouldn't it be interesting
to slash through their hearts,
with sharp, flirtation glances,
or cutting through entrails
to look for stomach butterflies,

what about blowing up their minds,
when I don't respond to convos,
and kneeing them with shrugs
till they beg for attention.

alas,
I was victimised,
before I can even morph into
a cold-blooded murderer myself
then I realise my looks are not good enough for it. oh well.
445 · Dec 2017
Aren't the same
solfang Dec 2017
The eyes you stared
aren't the same shade,
the hands you held
aren't the same size,
your heartbeats
aren't the same rhythm,
and with that,
I'll never replace her
442 · Nov 2019
love at first sight (ii)
solfang Nov 2019
love at first sight
only exist to me
because it's you
You made me believe what I never believed
439 · Dec 2017
your co-pilot
solfang Dec 2017
I never heard of
stories larger than skies,
but yours differ,
I want to explore
a galaxy made from
your broken boulevards
I boarded your ship,
and sadly realised
I wasn't your
ideal co-pilot
Wanted to fix your broken dreams but you had someone fixing it already
422 · Dec 2017
you said love; i say love
solfang Dec 2017
you said I'm complicated,
i say you're confusing,
you said you don't
know what I'm thinking,
i say you never want to
know what I'm thinking,
you said you rather be friends,
i say I want it to be more,
you said you wanted to talk,
i say I don't really feel like it,
you said you're not prepared
to love anyone,
I say you're just not prepared
to reject me properly.

what's the point
in this game of love,
if both of us can't agree
to the same **** thing.
true story.
422 · Mar 2019
cactus.
solfang Mar 2019
I killed my cactus,
distressed and helpless;
it'll never survive regardless.

I watered it more than I should,
for some reason it withstood;
as more affection is never no-good,
but intentions are often misunderstood.

one time I changed its ***
and had a second afterthought.
I then changed its soil,
yet I'm stuck in a turmoil.
these weren't the changes I seek,
for I loathe its spines -
so cluttered and bleak.

maybe I should have gotten
a tiny potted succulent,
or plants with stinger;
perhaps I never even had
the green fingers.
I have friends who were stuck in an unconventional relationship - abusive.
they believe they were changing each other for the better but couldn't differentiate their wrongs and rights.
----
side note: was asking opinions on what hobbies I should take up, some friends suggested caring for succulents - told them I couldn't even keep a cactus alive.
421 · Dec 2017
because every time
solfang Dec 2017
because every time I feel sad,
my mind tells me that it's bad,
to have feelings of feelings suppressed,
there's no difference from the undead.

of course, yes I know,
there's no cure in just one go,
but my heart - even tied with a rope,
there's a glimmer of hope
because every time I feel anxious, or depressed.
my heart says wait, and I wait.
414 · Dec 2017
What's Christmas?
solfang Dec 2017
I wish not,
to write anything,
about love that is
metaphorically
related to Christmas.

how can we forget
that Christmas is
the day where we
rejoice for the Son
and not for the
Sun of your life.

how can we forget
that Christmas is
about giving
your heart to God,
and not giving it
to someone who
might break it.

Alright,
let's get real.

Christmas,
there's nothing
greater than celebrating
the one and only Him,
with words and verses,
written for no one,
but Him.
Jokes aside, Merry Christmas - religious or not! Let's all remember the true meaning of Christmas. :)
solfang Feb 2018
there are no longer
monsters under my bed.

the last time I saw it,
was the last time
I held my milk bottle tightly
in my grips;
but it still left me.

the monsters under my bed
packed and went away,
when I turned twelve
and turned off my nightlight.

the monsters,
       said goodbye to me,
as I stared at the ceiling
the night after my
first heartbreak

I miss the monsters
the ones hiding under my bed;
every night,
as I turned off my lights,
I almost forgot about them

the part of my innocence.
the purity that went away.
One night, I closed my eyes.

My heart tore for I recall the days where I fear that I would not be able to imagine monsters under my bed anymore.
solfang Mar 2018
who says
ignorance is bliss?
well, I'll be ******.
imagine ignorant *****,
surrounding situations
that are in dire attention.

an example of ignorance
is when truth wipes itself
in the face of stupidity,
stupidity can still question,
what is the truth,
in those truths.

imagine being trapped
in a locked glass case,
and having someone
holding the key to it;
but chose to turn heads
and walk away.

reflecting,
maybe ignorance isn't bliss,
maybe ignorance is just
a mask of idiocracy;
and I've been to a ball–
full of masquerades.
No words. Met too much ignorant people in my life to the point I don't have any more words to put for it.
384 · Jan 2018
goodnight, anxiety
solfang Jan 2018
good night, anxiety;
why are you not asleep?
is my mind keeping
you awake?

I am exhausted from your
endless questions about
existential topics,
non-existential topics,
                         worry, fear, pressure

I don't want to talk about
                         my future and dreams,
the things I could had
talked about when
nighttime hasn't arrived

good night, anxiety;
I didn't leave the light on,
just in case you leave
in the loud darkness
but you didn't;
and it's morning again
can't sleep these days, my teeth are gritting.
anxious yet I don't know why
372 · Mar 2019
you couldn't. i couldn't.
solfang Mar 2019
you couldn't love me
the moment you realised,
I couldn't love me
Been struggling with depression; wondering how long will it take before people leave
370 · Dec 2017
icarus
solfang Dec 2017
icarus,
fell to the ground,
because he flew
too close to the sun
and got his wings
melted away.

I,
fell to the ground
because I grew
too close to you,
and got my heart
melted away.
similarly, both of them are irreparable.
353 · Dec 2017
it's new year... again
solfang Dec 2017
happy new year,
never thought that
the current me wants to
celebrate another year;
filled with uncertainties -
but countless possibilities
happy new year guys! had a hunch that it's gonna be a great year ahead
343 · Dec 2017
like true madmen
solfang Dec 2017
Attentive, attentive, I was,
wrapped in your insanity
and hypnotically agreed
to ****** your parents
out of passion and love
for the menacing you.

we escaped chases
like true madmen,
and for a moment you
felt like my forever after.

I wondered why I still love you,
even when I figured that
you sold me out to the cops
and ended up questing for
another partner-in-crime
by yourself.
this poem is inspired by a dream I had a week back.
solfang May 2018
we all fear relationship,
a sunken feeling,
when attachment
weighs you

down.

you fear it would not sail,
with the anchors of
past memories
holding this journey.

when it does sail one day,
I want to sing to
the song of the sea;
the sea of love.

with a voyager
who knows how
to navigate my
rocky emotions;
waves of anxiety
and leads me to
where our future lies.
was having a talk with a friend about relationships.
both of s are afraid of many different issues,
one fell out of love, one is past loving love.

maybe it's just not the right time to sail
328 · Dec 2017
Addiction: Compulsive Lying
solfang Dec 2017
I'm addicted to my favourite
non-existent recreational drug,
cueing in; compulsive lying.

The additional side effects
to my mind, soul and heart,
ain't as bad as I thought.

When I'm being questioned
about my troubling mental health,
I lied straight through my teeth,
that nothing could **** me,
yet I wanted to **** myself
the exact same hour.

I once lied to a friend that,
I will stay by her side
but in actuality,
I didn't even want to
stay in this world

But the biggest lie
that ever happened
is by telling myself
that I will soon be alright,
and lying is my only
coping mechanism

I think.

You know what I love
about this addiction,
is that it's a distraction
from the real harm,
which is self-actualisation,
of my ailing self.
sometimes things aren't the way I want it. And lying makes me believe that there's still hope in this world
315 · Jan 2018
dangerous explosives
solfang Jan 2018
there is no need
to throw grenades
at me; when I am
already a living,
ticking timebomb
spare me your shades, spare me your hates.
292 · Dec 2017
my possible lover
solfang Dec 2017
I am glad,
my possible lover,
that you weren't with
someone that I
don't know

but being
happily together now
with my best friend.
based on a true story
289 · May 2019
glad you got away
solfang May 2019
hey mutual,
how are you doing today?
glad you got away
from the abuse he gave,
and the mean words he said.

mutual,
I remember you,
defending the bruises
and the scars he left,
they were all blue.

mutual,
you were in love
with the idea of being loved,
you weren't in love,
with the idea of getting hurt.

mutual,
we're no longer mutuals,
you're no longer mutuals
with him too,
and that's okay.

I'm glad that help is on its way.
I was mutual friends with this ******* Facebook; constantly saw her updates on her abusive relationship. Last we got connected, I figured she got out of it, and that's more than okay.
283 · Dec 2017
two beer towers
solfang Dec 2017
two beer towers,
two types of taste,
one felt bitter,
one felt sweet,
beer bears sadness,
beer breaks happiness

the first time I
emptied the tower
was the first time
the beer tasted sweet

drowning in my bitterness
of anger and anguish
dazing over my cups,
why did beer taste
sweeter as it brews
through the cracks of
a shattered heart
and bottled emotions

the second time I tried
to empty the tower
was the first time
the beer tasted bitter

laughing with silliness
of joy and appreciation,
couldn't make it past
my third cup,
why do beer taste
bitter when you're
drunk with happiness
with people who matter.
Had a couple of drinks with my friends last night. The last time I drank this heavily was when I broke my heart.
The beers are the same brand but tasted differently
283 · Apr 2018
warm . cold
solfang Apr 2018
warm as coal,
cold as ice,
you reflect
different emotions,
in the same pair of eyes.
something to warm the brain juice.
often I see stories glazed out from different eyes.
277 · Feb 2018
Hello, it has been a while
solfang Feb 2018
Hello,
it has been a while.

it has been a while,
since emotions
start flowing.

it has been a while,
that sadness has
not called and asked
about my feelings.

it has been a while,
since my fingers
tapped to the
beats of my anger.

it has been a while
since I had a good day;
and it's today.
Minus the tiredness, it has been a great feeling these past few weeks.
264 · Aug 2019
just imagine.
solfang Aug 2019
just imagine if it was us getting old together,
just imagine if it was us getting together,
just imagine if it was us,
just imagine.
[warm up post] just imagine if I've more ideas for this.
264 · Dec 2017
peephole
solfang Dec 2017
today I ran away
from a home
structured from
obstructed happiness.

lost and oblivious
in stories of the world,
I ran to the doorsteps
to a familiar stranger,
pridefully named Death.

He screamed at me
from behind the door
and chased me away,
but I couldn't budge
as I realise what love is
the moment our eyes met
at the peephole
reasons to escape from reality
257 · Dec 2017
self-worth
solfang Dec 2017
don't let self-worth,
become something
that's not from
your own self,
but from the
opinions of others.
Something short to start the idea engine.
To everyone out there, remember to stay true to yourself! You're worth everything you think you are!
255 · Jan 2019
my father's road
solfang Jan 2019
I wish it's my father's road,
For my father,
He'll take the right actions;
When strangers make a monkey out,
Of themselves, and induce fear
onto his daughter of flesh and blood.

I wish it is my father's road,
For my father,
Would not allow atrocity
To happen when he's on guard.

I wish it is my father's road,
For my father,
He does not have a vile temper,
But shows real anger when
I'm hurt.

And I'm hurt,
By names my father did not gave me,
On the road that does not belong
to my father.
Grandfather/father's road: A retort to druvera/pedestrian who act like they own the roads. Commonly heard, and said as part of Malaysia/Singapore's street language.

Feels like cat-callers owned the road these days. I live in fear.
254 · Dec 2017
opposite attracts
solfang Dec 2017
the term 'opposite attracts'
is coined for a reason,
when two similar people are
bonded with chemistry,
it can unwillingly cause
an explosive reaction,
that's physically and mentally
harmful to both sides
due to strong, obsessive
bonds for one another

yet when opposite attracts,
a subtle reaction is triggered
with occasional sparks,
and mixes to become
the perfect formula
we call love
Might sound common, but I've experienced explosion caused by similar attraction. Haven't liked anyone with opposite personality though.
251 · Apr 2018
a letter to cat-callers
solfang Apr 2018
Maybe that's why
I prefer dogs;
animals probably have
more culture than you.

the way you take
quick glances at my trembling self
by the roadside,
with ear-piercing whistling—
does that excite you
as much as it scares me?

you made me look at
my long-sleeved dress
and ankle-hidden boots;
yet I question,
are my outfits deemed ******
till it entices your manhood?

I grip my bags firmly
and wallow in self-grief
for temporary relief,
as I fear more than just
compliments threw by
preys on the streets.

should you disagree,
of my brother,
whistling and signalling
your blood-sister,

should you disagree,
of my father,
oversexualising your mother,
then don't be a disgrace
to the ladies watching.
It was a sunny afternoon, and I was wearing a formal knee-length skirt and a loose, long-sleeved blouse. And then there's the cat-calling.
I can't believe I'm drenching myself in sweat to avoid this— and it still happened.

Just stop.
solfang Jan 2018
if the broken you -
can see the beauty
of this                    horrid, horrid world,
then how bad
can the world be?
sometimes, broken people teach other broken ones that the world can still be beautiful
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