#wholesome
On a warm March day
The wind blows through my hair
I know it'll get colder
Or maybe it'll get hotter
Who knows with this weather anymore?
I just know that things are okay right now
And I should savor it while it's still here.
I want to frolic in fields of green and yellow
To explore unseen areas of forests beyond the brambles.
Oh to envision the world through the lenses of a child again
Where everything is new, saturated, and curious.
Go running in the backyard barefoot
Look at your reflection in a puddle
Stare at ants in the driveway for hours
It's all the little things that make life worthwhile.
Mar 18
Mar 18, 2026 at 11:01 PM UTC
Click. Clack. Click.
Message received.
T
h o
e
has responded.
I smile, opening our chat.
Click.
Clack.
Click.
Message sent.
It sure is great
Having an
O e
n n
l i
Friend.
Mar 18
Mar 18, 2026 at 2:18 PM UTC
To talk about everything and nothing at all,
Moments shared,
Breaths and pauses lingering like wishes,
Silk- thin feelings,
Flowing through your fingers like ribbon,
Kissing your knuckles,
Relaxing each tensed muscle,
Breaking free from the locked mind of pressures,
Just one,
One being next to the other,
Talking,
About everything and nothing at all.
Mar 11
Mar 11, 2026 at 5:58 PM UTC
Tonight feels like a quiet love story
the kind you almost miss
because nothing explodes,
nothing announces itself.
It just…happens.
And I’m writing because I’m afraid
if I don’t,
it might slip through my fingers
like something too soft to hold.
It began simply.
Durian with my girlfriend.
Laughter.
Then just us.
I thought it would be another ordinary night –
his presence, my comfort,
nothing more than that.
But at a red light in Taman Sea,
in the hush between cars and street lamps,
he looked at me the way he always does –
gentle, unguarded –
and said my name.
"I love you."
Once.
Then again.
And again.
Like he needed the words
to land somewhere permanent inside me.
When we reached my house,
I asked him to stop the car.
Just for a moment.
I told him when I started loving him quietly –
how the words lived in my head
long before they dared reach my mouth.
He listened.
Really listened.
And his eyes filled.
Seeing him like that –
so open,
so soft –
made my heart ache in the sweetest way.
Then he asked.
Not dramatically.
Not loudly.
Just honestly.
“Would you like to be my girlfriend?”
I said yes
the way shy truths come out –
soft, almost invisible.
He teased me.
“What did you say?”
So I said it again.
Louder.
Clearer.
Yes.
I would love to be.
After that, the world felt new.
Soft touches.
Lingering glances.
Smiles we couldn’t hide even if we tried.
We laughed.
Completely stupid.
Completely happy.
2.18 a.m.
A soft turning point.
A quiet beginning.
That was it.
That was the moment.
I don’t think I’m in love.
I know I am.
I’m in love with him.
Only him.
And somehow –
oh my god–
I’m a girlfriend.
And he
is my boyfriend 💛
Dec 18, 2025
Dec 18, 2025 at 8:57 AM UTC
Goodnight, Moonlight;
Rest you well.
Allow sleep’s embrace to pull you under their spell.
While death may not take you under his wing
For now let the bells of the sweetest dreams ring.
Apr 1, 2025
Apr 1, 2025 at 12:55 PM UTC
I’d tear the sun from the sky,
Lest it burn your eyes;
Pull your ship from the grasp of the sea,
Lest you succumb to its depths;
Quell the winds of the raging storm,
Lest it ruffle your hair.
Apr 1, 2025
Apr 1, 2025 at 12:53 PM UTC
She can sleep in my bed
He can rest on my head
She can answer my ‘whys’
He can ask me for tries
She can comfort my sadness
He can translate my madness
But it’s not that easy
Love lies when it listens
Love cries and love dies
Love hides its decisions
Love’s unwise and love flies
She can light up my heart
He can shine in the dark
She can heal my disease
He can warm up my breeze
She can shield me from rain
He can help me with pain
But it’s not that easy
Love leaves after staying
Love does freeze and love sees
Love believes when it’s praying
Love deceives and love thieves
Jan 30, 2025
Jan 30, 2025 at 10:31 PM UTC
Sometimes you're a footnote.
Others can refer to.
Other times you're lucky enough.
To be a whole entire chapter.
Some people go.
So they turn into a page.
As they wonder why.
They're not mentioned,
Again by name.
Other people's stories.
Will stay estranged from you.
While others will weave,
Their way into your world.
We are all just living stories.
Wanting to be heard.
Needing to be seen.
Trying to find a home.
Among the margins.
Of life.
We are all just stories.
With something to say.
That we are here.
Even if it was just,
For a chapter or two.
We all become stories.
At the end of the day.
Oct 25, 2024
Oct 25, 2024 at 7:13 PM UTC
I like you,
Honest!
I like how you look,
how you smell,
how you taste.
I love the exquisite way you carry yourself
And the compassion you’ve always shown others
In spite of their shortcomings.
How you look so beautiful in that dress
at the dance
I definitely stared once or twice
So yes, I like you,
I just wish you would like you too.
Sep 30, 2024
Sep 30, 2024 at 9:56 AM UTC
blip!
wave!
blink.
tilt?
nod…
gesture!!
tilt
point!
shiver…
idea!
reach!
grasp!?
grab.
warm!!
smile!
smile.
Sep 26, 2024
Sep 26, 2024 at 11:27 AM UTC
He left.
I’m not ready to cheer myself up again; to bring all the bright phrases to the point of being so intense and real inside my flesh, I prefer to commit to writing deadly, like there’s nothing more interesting than stamping your departed soul with all the Poets’ nihilism.
Aug 16, 2023
Aug 16, 2023 at 5:47 PM UTC
You can describe
The awe inducing beauty
Of a sun kissed morn
Or of the towering, starry night sky
And never realize it's value
Jul 18, 2023
Jul 18, 2023 at 6:58 PM UTC
Plain as my favourite shirt my life was back then
Smile I could show, an imprint of happiness
To say if I've truly been elated, never until you
Life is euphoric since I've met you
Jolly I am, truly as a person
Though even the cheery, smiles for a reason
From then, every day I show genuine grin
Even ask people how they have been
Life is euphoric, now that I'm with you
Sincere happiness, I could tell, it's true
Though, I wonder how's it for you
Hopefully life is euphoric on your part too
Nov 29, 2021
Nov 29, 2021 at 9:01 AM UTC
How I know you are my best friend:
Everytime something good happens I want you to know
I enjoy your company
I genuinely love you
When I go somewhere I wish you were there with me
I have an unlimited amount of respect for you and you respect me back
You want to help me and make sure I'm okay and I want to do the same for you
You actually care.
My mom loves you
You want to talk about our lives and hardships and don't care if I vent
Thank you for being my best friend. For being you.
Jul 4, 2021
Jul 4, 2021 at 6:07 PM UTC
i turn the volume up,
just like any other day,
"don't be wrong anymore,"
to his heart he says.
she's doing the same pep talk
somewhere out there,
swaying to the music,
i just couldn't care.
cause your words are lullabies
that puts me at ease,
and envelops my soul
against the cold breeze.
in the calmest mountains,
to you i melt,
through the wildest storms,
your fire is felt.
and for every time i doubt
and ask for a hint,
your love bursts in me
like a million soaked mints.
threading oceans for you
could never be wrong,
but if that's foolish,
i'll just sing to this song.
Mar 26, 2021
Mar 26, 2021 at 12:41 PM UTC
What is happiness for you?
Is it seeing the sun shine in the sky or smelling the scent of a loved one?
Or is it neither?
Most people live each day wishing that they would be happy, or happier.
Is happiness a feeling or a choice?
Or is it the right combination of both?
Do you become happy when you choose to or when you naturally feel it?
Or does happiness choose you?
No one knows.
Because the answer is felt and unspoken.
Mar 24, 2021
Mar 24, 2021 at 9:00 AM UTC
she was a spring morning
in the weary winter months
that now consumed him
a dawn indomitable
and like a fresh plucked flower
he sought not the wax
but gypsum
to have her grow again
Nov 16, 2020
Nov 16, 2020 at 7:39 AM UTC
We never came here, our love was too unkind
Two people in love, the extras an escape
Our love became empty, shapeless, and blind
My lungs blackened by the poisonous heartbreak
Nov 3, 2020
Nov 3, 2020 at 4:38 AM UTC
They say that in the final 30 seconds of your life, you see either the best moments, or the entire thing flash before your eyes. I couldn't really differentiate between the two;
Thirty. One of the most memorable performances of my life, the day you caught my eye from amongst the crowd. Twenty-seven. That day my friends and I hung out at the pool and laughed so much that I nearly died. Twenty-three. When we were at your place and I cut and colored my hair, all in your bathroom sink. Fifteen. All of us, sleep deprived, but lazily singing and dancing on the pavement nonetheless because school was out. Eleven. My hands hold yours. Your lips hold mine. Six. The final sunset I'd ever witness. Three. Your eyes. Zero.
Sep 12, 2020
Sep 12, 2020 at 1:48 PM UTC
the walls were crashing down on me
silver sadness poured out of my eyes
i kept running and running
but there was nowhere to go
except pits of black darkness
stumbling, my feet tripped
and i proceeded to fall-
a warm hand gripped mine and pulled me over the surface
more water streaks were on my cheeks
as the goddess pulled me in for a hug
the warm fragrance of animal crackers enfolded me
friendship and smiles in one long embrace
and i wondered why i thought i was alone in the first place
Apr 13, 2020
Apr 13, 2020 at 4:31 AM UTC