5 years on,
yet it still lingers in my mind.
that fateful night,
when i was engulfed by the flames,
and taken into the dark.

it started peacefully at first.
we were friends-- no
we were great friends
a powerful bond that could not be broken
but sadly,
that alone were the boundaries.

i started falling for you.
day by day
hour by hour
minute by minute,
it grew stronger.
an overwhelming feeling it was
what was it called again? oh right, love

after a year or so,
i finally confessed
even if the inevitable response will reach my ears
"i'm sorry but its better if we're just friends"
a smile crept on my face
as i wept inside.
but thats ok,
because you never seemed to have left my side
you were always there for me
a great friend indeed.

we'd always exchange smiles at each other
and sometimes, they'd last a second too long
and you would turn away to avoid it from being longer.
oh right you have a girlfriend
i guess it did hurt me but what could i do?
we were only just friends

but i ruined it.
that bond we used to share snapped in a split second
it was at that fateful night,
where i lost my path to you.

it has been 5 years
and i am sorry.
sorry for being such a nuisance you had to be "friends" with
sorry for loving you at the first place
sorry for making you feel so guilty for not loving me back
but please
at least
give me one last chance
one last time to be next to you
one last glance
a smile
a final burst of laughter with you
because even if this will just last for a short while,
at least
it gives me hope that we can be friends once again.

as he stared at her from afar
in a sweet, loving gaze,
with sweaty palms and a hesitating voice,
he never really realized
that someone else
loves him the same way he loves her.

one who wished to fly,
     a man of great metaphors
     whom we'll surely miss.
mentor he became,
     taught us many ways of life
     before he took flight.

you once said i was like a shooting star,
shining,
bright,
beautiful.
you said i could easily light up anybody's world
as i fleeted in the sky,
i soon realize
that every shooting star
has a breaking point.
every shooting star,
gets crashed on the ground.
and when i crashed,
i thought you would be there to save me.
but then you found your galaxy
and now, i'm just a rock from the sky

*a.f

i saw a beautiful star in the night sky.

while staring at it from a far distance
under the moonlight,
i was mesmerised by its luster,
inspired by the light it gave.

as i got closer and closer,
i fell in love with the pulchritude
of its flaming infernos.

as the distance between us slowly started diminishing,
i stood there still smiling,
thinking,
*"someday, you'll be the death of me"

to dream is a bliss,
to imagine is happiness.
fantasy is a wonderland
filled with duets and slow dances.
a colorful place it is
with trees and bright flowers throughout
complete with perfectly light blue skies.
but
somehow,
reality found its way
and pierced right through,
creating deep holes and gaps
that
you
just
can't
fill
those holes will forever remind you that
it can never be real
reality is a dull world filled with never-ending dark storms and withered flowers.
to dream is a bliss,
yet
to daydream forever slowly becomes a nightmare
full of such lethal pleasures.
and so
as i break my wistful trance,
i find myself in an abyss called life
where no one knows when they'll hit rock bottom.
i look up in the sky,
patiently waiting for the storms to end
wishing to find a rainbow.

call me crazy but i'm still in love with you

try picturing a bird in a forest.
stuck on a branch of a tree,
unable to move on its own,
unable to go forward into its journey,
unable to venture out on its own adventure.
why, you ask?
because a part of it is broken,
a part of it is holding the bird back,
a part of it made the bird unwilling to step back out on its two little feet,
a part of it thought nothing will ever change.
I pass by numerous crowds everyday
and see people being plastered with fake smiles and phony laughter.
that’s when I realized,
we all have broken wings
trying to hide the pain and sadness inside of us
because we are scared to show it,
too scared we wont dare to take a risk and fix it.
but life is full of risks, right?
a risk to get hurt,
yet a risk to be healed.
so then maybe,
the world is telling you that before you can fly,
before you can be able soar through the clouds and feel the wind brushing through your whole body,
that you need to know how it feels like after using your own legs to walk throughout a very long journey.
maybe the world wanted u to know how it feels like to get yourself wet after swimming through the oceans to reach your destination.
maybe the world wanted you to know how it feels like to get dirt underneath your fingertips after digging and crawling on the ground.
maybe the world wanted you to know better.
just because your wings are broken,
it doesn’t mean you are too.
we all have broken wings
and yes, they may hold you back..
but only if you let them
just because some parts of you are broken,
it doesn’t mean you cant overcome every obstacle the world throws at you
so when you do fly,
never be afraid to look down
watch as you let all your fears and doubts crash onto the ground.
and the once vulnerable small bird finally learned how to soar into the sky on its own.

he looked like a prince
but like every other,
he was searching for a princess.

a title i was never born with,
nor bestowed upon,
and never to be seen as such.

"what's your favorite place in the world?", he asks her.

the girl stops in her tracks, unwavering but astonished. she looks back into her past.

she reminisces the dark pandemonium she had been trapped in for too long. one of narcissism, hate, and judgement. amongst it all was the light she continued to admire yet could not grasp. right now, her light is asking her that very question. she stares blankly at the boy, gaping at the thought that he asked her of such. the boy smiles.

"high school cafeteria", she replies with her eyes gleaming of nostalgia. a small crescent-like smile forms on the bottom of her face, looking down on the floor.

the boy chuckles and fleets his mind to the same memory. his face lights up and grins widely. the girl chuckles back as her heart breaks when she realizes that…

*his light was someone else