This riverlike feeling never gets old.
Sometimes it feels like you're drowning in a middle of the road,
Sometimes it feels like it washes your dirt away,
Sometimes, swimming against the current is the only way.
Words, are like water. They flow. But never backward. Be good anyway.
It is that wind on your cheeks,
that bird chirping in your ears,
that small wave on your feet.
It was never those gentle lies.
Let alone love be the core of it.
Even it is mean breaking and aching.
Let alone love be the core of this.
I'm scared that—
I see people without souls;
I see human without humanity;
I see creatures without empathy;
We're just simply an entity—
out of love
you fix the environment.
out of greedy
you pluck the beauty away.
Once upon a time
there was a cactus
it can be seen–
can't be touched.
Thus, value yourself.
it's not like adjacency pairs
good morning comes with hi
good bye with seeya
it's good day, fck you and thank you.
for every song that i've heard
it's all for you, with you and* **** *you.
away from others
closed to each other
and brooding together
youve clutched my arteries with your similes
i am sinking in deep in the ocean sea
though it's hard to breathe
breathe it anyway
it doesnt always take a balloon to **** out your breath away and give you headache
how yesterday overwhelmed me--
why am i seeing so much inhumanity these days
including towards another human being or even towards animals?
its so savage these days
the older you get
the more stupid ******* youll be
come on earthling
stop being such a heartless being.
as the talk of nouman
as the write of khaled hosseini
behold such beauties in their wording
I helplessly fall in them
I don't know whether I'm too strong or too dumb to let you go. Too strong that I thought I could handle this or too dumb when I finally realized that I'm not. Too strong that come into realization this round we're living won't have any goods or too dumb that can't even living a day without thinking about it. Kinda nice to know that I still have a heart to feel the hurt. Thanks, you.
are you a cactus?
so mesmerized to look at yet
so much blood when be touched.
*cos i fell ******* you
and it hurts.
why loving is so hurting?
because we got life to run
so dysfunctional one.
Am I the bad one for adoring three musketeers that sharing none of mutuality of each piece? One's for guidance, one's for comfort, and another one's for understanding. All of them have come and stay for quite awhile. And share the same place -- in this little crib of heart. Am I the bad one yet?
Or am I just a messy one?
to know my pain
twas best not know my face
to know my deeds
twere best not know myself.
if i could ever run away
it's not gonna be in your arms
because it's been **** close
Roses are red,
Violet is blue;
And this poem is meant for *you.
This world is a place to learn. Just breathe.
it takes Dali to know surreal; and
it takes you to confuse what's real.
you know how homed it is to you when you have nothing to return to unless to them.
my cat died.*
*I die a lil inside.
Mask is a rare piece in tangibility
a commoner in intangibility.
how poetic human can be;
once is longer than--
twice or thrice,
because you came and remains.
dust species under my bed
nothingness within my words
searching for a thing worth my wills
shut yourself up.
distance yourself away.
close your eyes tight.
for a long lasting impression, nay?
the bloodshed of tears
rip the pearls of ocean sea
thus, we lie.
It hurts for a cut
because we know how it felt seeing the blood.
this yet more than that,
seeing a little soul, its tears, it sneeze, its shivery, its cries, its hard
for the love in a cup
of people by heart.
*Please get well soon, buddy
You're the cup of my tea,
You're the bitter of my twenty.
hooking up with melody and its content,
getting lost in my own imagination.
Song* *it is.
"It's not about literal. It's about how technical you can relate with things that's happening in here. Searching for a meaning over places you've been, or will be. Take all the time you want, for not everyone is there for you when needed the most.
Regardlessly, it's your life to make sense with, not theirs." -S
live your own life, lil soul.
Erstwhile, I need to brood in the bucolic
for giving away a dulcet of dalliance
that becoming a scintilla to my sempiternal urge.
It's a Turkish song
it's beautifully written
with such appealing letters
that slowly beat, drib drab
this shady shape heart
which echoed thru'
all these rearin'
There lies something soothing in the language you yet don't comprehend.
Try listen to them for a moment.
Just a note, not a poem.
You can be like* Haiku while--
everyone else is rhyming with
I don't see any stars
I.* do. see. it.
As the moon begins to rise
As my devils too--
Start to conjoin,
This is bad.
I saw the glimpse of your smile
while reading out my love
for I, calling on your warmth
before you, falling in, another love.
Always in confuse
like spinning wheel broke its fuse--
never in amuse.
btw, is this haiku all about? 575..
the leaves look so lively
with its birds resting sleeplessly
as I recognise the sun shines passionately
unlike my back of mind, deadly--
parting it ways from gay to blue, intensely
yet longing for no more, lovely.
I wonder where were you
since the last hey
Hold on, we are going home.
Wash all your dirts away,
paint new color to the newest you,
scrub them like 42-carat diamond into you,
we're finally coming home.
look me to live
read me to know
sing me to sleep
walk me to old
poem me to death.
she wrote, writes--
like the sun, rises
until she doesn't
like the sun, sets.
everything has a deadline.
I don't know what is this feeling
my eyes kinda burning
my head's kinda spinning
and my heart fastly beating
all the memories flashing
like a recorder ever playing
this is so frustrating
I don't know what does this mean
*probably, been missing.
in a middle of ******* up
in a middle of faking things up
is there any difference?
**I don't think so.
she choked her up with--
"you don't understand"
after for decades being with her
and it hurts so bad
she ripped her heart with
"no you don't get it"
after they've been through together all the time
thus it hurts really bad
she told her all her bitter
she asked her for the shoulder
she begged her for home
she gave her all without a pause
yet "the don't understand" stings the most.
what does it mean to be lonely?*
*the unwanted feeling.
the no one cares feeling.
the no one left for you feeling.
the no one ones feeling.
the saddest feeling 'cause everyone is busying with everybody but you.
that kind of feeling.