There is always a hope for everyone who believe in magic.
There is always a scratch of hope for everyone who can find the lights
There is always a way of getting hopes for everyone who pray to God
And,
There are always a thousand ways to get a hope to everyone who stands for Love.

Love is stronger than everything.
In love,
There's no anger, destruction, or destroyer.
Love is pure,
If you can keep it safe and sound.
Love gotta find you,
If you never forget how to find love too.
Love will always come to you,
Whenever you feel alone, sad, or depressed.
They always comfort you, no matter what.
If you keep believe in them,
And not destroy their pureness.
Love is not painful, love don't lie, and love doesn't betray.
It depends on how you get into
If you wanna get a good love, do a good life.
If you wanna live forever,
Find your hope in your love.
Not find the love just in case you got your muse.

- dlx

I'm standing in the rain
Under the lamp street
Shelter under the lights
A million lights,
Sky, stars, and the moon
I owe them
I envy them
They wake themselves to make the others sleep well
Without compromise and agreement
They're willing to burn themselves so that people can stay warm
They're not afraid of the dark
Even if they are alone in the dark rainy sky,
They keep struggling,
Not because their job, but also their hearts and soul.
They live for the nights
To make people feel the night with a warmth of their skin.

Dear,
Sky, moon, and the stars
Thank you for your lullaby.
To always keep me dream awake at night.

- dlx

Sometimes we try to hide our feelings,
But we forgot that the eyes can't lie.
Our eyes can speak,
Louder than mind.

If only your eyes look at me
The way I look at you
Revealed my thoughts of you
All of my thoughts
And is all about you.

- dlx

You know
It's like you holding into something.
Unseen. Untouchable. Unnoticed.
But you keep holding it.
Unstoppable. Undescribeable. Unbearable.

-dlx

Meet someone in a perfect timing and a perfect reason is everyone's wishlist
But the reality is just *****
There's no coincidence at all
If you want to meet, just say it
If you miss him, just call him
If you need, just ask
If you love him, just let him know the truth

Well, I believe in a quote ;
"Coincidence. That's an explanation used by fools and liars."
Well, lately I've been finding a lot of dating app
Which always say that meeting someone is just easy as downloading the app, faster than you think.
Wow
Just wow
You can't just easily trust anybody among their social media, like
Photos, status, bio, that's all lies
They just wanted to prove that they have a good apperance so they can get a lot of chats
But it's okay, 'cause at least they try an effort.

Besides there, I believe in quote ;
"People fall in love in a mysterious ways, maybe just a profile picture on instagram."
We don't know right?
We all do

Well
I'm just waiting here and hoping that there's a coincidence will come to me.


- dlx

I miss you
I don't know why
But true, I just do.
We don't even know each other
We don't even know anything about us
We even still ask each other questions about who we are
We didn't even talk to each other, looked at, or meet
But somehow you are always there whenever I need you
You might not ever present now, to held me like what others think about us.
But someday, maybe it could happen
But now is now, tomorrow is tomorrow, and then let it be a distant memory.
What I feel this may be hard to guess by anyone, like they know everything about love, they thought they're pro
But when they found out about this, whether they still remain as a pro?
It seems big no.
Because this feeling is indeed hard to understand, even you, or me.
No one understands,
Until it makes me like this.


- dlx

sting of the slap and salt from the tears,
our knees grazed and our hearty laughs,
ringing, resonant. the smoke from our
cigarettes, overwhelming, customary,
the spill of a drink and the shake of a head,
we retire; another night, parting,
left to our fears.

velvet scrunchie
balled up money
I feel funny I feel funny
wet feet
dead meat
you and me
are dead meat

ripped tights
bug bites
another street fight
my wings are damp kites
forgot a light,
can I *** yours?

scratched disks,
you are the sound I missed when the record skipped

someone said I belong in a trash bin
broken chin
crooked grin
too thin too thin
tattoos made with a safety pins

yes she was star lit,
lying face down on the carpet
I love her this way
wish she'd pass out here everyday

I got voicemail again!
I write these letters
and you never respond
would you like me better if I said something nice about your sweater?

I feel sick again
fever, chills, muscle aches
it only happens when you flake
it only happens when you flake
I think I have the flu
ya I probably do
this cant be heart break
no it cant be heart break

you call me glum chum
I think I know why
I haven't smiled in awhile
I have scars on my thighs
I drink wine, get high
spill about how much I hate life

you call me glum chum
but I wipe crumbs off your
mouth with my thumb
don't play dumb
don't play dumb
also don't swallow your gum

They call me schizophrenic
And say I talk to things that aren't there.
But they have been there since I can remember.
They talk to me and I listen.
But sometimes I wish they would just go away.

They call me pyro
And say I set fires for fun.
But it is a fascination with the beauty.
The colors and the movement are mesmerizing.
But that kind of beauty can be hard to control.

It's not my fault that I'm like this.
Ignorance isn't always bliss.
I'm okay. I promise. I swear.
I'm not crazy, don't you care?
Trapped inside this padded cell.
Living in this white-walled hell.

They call me cutter
And say I slice away my problems.
But it is the emotions that it releases.
I imagine the flowing blood is my anger and hurt.
But those feelings come back and the scars don't fade.

They call me bipolar
And say I can't control my emotions.
But it's not my fault.
My mind changes them to extremes and I freak out.
If I could stay in control I would.

It's not my fault that I'm like this.
Ignorance isn't always bliss.
I'm okay. I promise. I swear.
I'm not crazy, don't you care?
Trapped inside this padded cell.
Living in this white-walled hell.

They call me sadist
And say I find joy in peoples' pain.
But it is the high that I get
From the hurt and humiliation
That makes me crave it.

They call me psychotic
And say I have "lost touch" with reality.
But my reality seems real to me.
I am forced to live in the "real" world
When I liked mine much better.

It's not my fault that I'm like this.
Ignorance isn't always bliss.
I'm okay. I promise. I swear.
I'm not crazy, don't you care?
Trapped inside this padded cell.
Living in this white-walled hell.

They call us troubled
And try to treat us with tests and machines.
They all want to "fix" us and make us better.
They just want us to be the way society wants.
But that's not who we are...