Hurry...
I'm in a hurry.
Slowly...
Can I move slowly?
Hide...
How can you tell me that?
Duck...
I'm stuck.
They're gone.
And I'm so done.
I looked at you.
And out of the blue,
You asked me;
"Want to be free? Press the button later."
It was a bomb.
How can I be so dumb?

I may look like a wretch,
But I can do sketch,
Want me to come by,
and make your life outstretched?

Don't worry, I don't bite.
I love people who are fond of aplite.

No words
slip from my tongue.
No words
emerge from my fingertips
as they race across the keyboard.
No words
spill from my mind,
trace the recesses of my brain,
leave my lips with the taste of butterscotch.
I have traveled far and wide,
from one pole to the other
then so far west I'm back in the east,
but I still have no words.
No words
to describe this feeling,
the one at the back of my throat every time I speak,
the one tingling at my fingertips whenever I press them against the keys,
the ones zigzagging my mind from dawn to dusk and even after that.
No words
to describe the tightness of my chest,
whether from the way she tucks her hair behind her ear
or the weight of today on my shoulders.
The thoughts --
I chase them, but they always slip away
just as I can feel them in my grasp.
No words, no thoughts, no way
to finish this poem
not when it's ever-flowing, ever-growing, ever-changing, ever-there.

i am broke
i am alone

all i see is dust
in unsettling desire
in temptation
of a better place,
a better view.

You will get
fvcking easily dameged
day by day
in your feelings.

Sometimes
people do not care about
who you are.

And sometimes
people care about you
because they have the same feeling with you.

They just want to know
what you feel
but they do not care
what you do after.

You just feel your feeling
by feeling your feeling
day by day
until you do not feel
again
and again
that you are feeling
every sadness
every madness
everything you feel
you are nothing
about you.

Sometimes
you want to die
but dying do not solve your problems.
Anxiety is like you feel dizzy
in your head when you do nothing
but the atmosphere like want to **** you
bit by bit and you feel in your lungs step by step.
Sometimes you feel nothing.
In feeling nothing
you feel you are real.
The real creature that is you.

You deserve to be happy
one day,
and when you get it,
there is nothing
to care again
about what you feel
in the past.

My shoes **** as I trudge down a seamlessly cemented road. The floor, only slightly lighter than the colour Black. Launching into the wide road where the sky more daringly shows itself, the sun, too, exhibits its colour hue. I can see the reflection of orange in you. The sound of cars are not evident but they exist. The traffic light goes green and the rhythm of its beeping escalates in what seems like less than its promised seconds. 5 steps into the humble gantry I have reached Yomiuriland Station. I buy my morning beverage for 100¥. I think of nothing in that repeated moment while fixing my eyes on the orange-reflected clock.

Sometimes out of the blue
it hits you.
This special feeling coming over you
from long ago
when you were a child
When you were home
A longing for what was
but has gone by.
It’s still inside you.
makes you happy
makes you cry.
It defines who you are
and why you are
the way you are.

Shell ✨🐚

My heart made a promise to myself,
To gift you a love song,
But it tore no holes to whisper sweet nothings from.

My heart played dead in your grief,
When your mother passed,  
As I begged for it to strum and let the rivers gush past.

My heart sensed every blunt knife,
As you stabbed at my armour,
I cushioned it between us, but they only grew sharper.

healing is not linear
it is a balance
an ebb and flow

don’t you know
the work is never done?
sometimes you have to
come undone
to remember what it’s like
to feel complete on your own
to remember the worth
that settles in your bones

there is a whisper
inside your soul
aching with growth
it’s getting louder
can you hear it?

can you dance to the beat
of your fleeting intuition?

can you feel the strength
blooming within you?
coming to fruition
if you just listen...

can you feel the earth
moving at your feet
the mountains
of all the defeat
you’ve climbed upon

you are an echoing
of everything

feel the oneness that surrounds you
the goodness your heart pumps to

that rhythm in your spine
it’s all aligning
with your dreams

there’s cosmic reason
sewn into all your seams
there is nothing you cannot be

you are
e v e r y t h i n g

let it all go
b r e a t h e
there is so much beauty
hidden underneath
so much love still
left to see

and your greatest days
have yet to be...