I was facing death
Straight in the face
A sigh broke free
Out of apathy
I lacked the words to say
So I simple shut my eyes
Waiting for my demise
But the reaper
He walked right by me
I spit to the floor
and called to the shade
"You *******, that's right, walk away"
His laugh was stark
But hardly chilling
And with his grim, dead, voice he spoke
"Just you wait, your day will come"

Don't know why I'm happy,
To see the forbidden sun,

Don't know why I'm worried,
To hear the dumbness of its words,

Don't know why I'm relieved,
To hear its soft cry,

Don't know why I'm alive,
even at little things,

Don't know why I'm happy,
that it's him.

And Don't know why,
Even a short time,
Meant so much,
A dream that meant so much,
But fades.

The aching body
demands to be held
But the anxious mind
Over-rides with
No chance
in hell !

What does it mean
when you feel absolutely nothing
as someone (my mother) tells you
they miss you?

Why don't you reciprocate?
Why don't you feel their love
through a phone screen?

sighing through the evening,
i can't help but feel that sigh.
i'm pausing for a moment,
but the moment passes by

there's a sense of loneliness that creeps up my heart at 2 in the morning. it is the loneliness that i have felt since you left without any goodbyes.

i look up and see nothing but the emptiness of a dimly lit and cold room - shivering, not because of the cold breeze the air conditioning blows but because of the lost of the warmth from your words and presence. maybe, you can drop a message or a note? something that can remind me of you, oh God, who am i kidding? everything reminds me of you.

it is the stuffed toy that still lies on a spot beside my pillow, hoping that somewhat it can give me comfort.

the glow in the dark stars on my cabinet; because you've always loved science, the stars and space.

my brother's bedsheet; just because coincidentally, he had to have it in your favorite character.

some poem that i've scrolled through; just because the words fit you like a puzzle.

just like that, everything is all about you.

you always seem to find a way to make it back into my life without knowing it, nor wanting it. because in reality, all these are just my excuses to remember you, even if you don't remember me at all.

Butter hued flowers,
From tip to toe, the tree sighs;
Burden of beauty.