Are you an important person?
Why must you be on my mind day and night?
I wait for the wheel of fate to point to the West,
The galaxies implode and the glories rejoiced and
they reinvigorate a drunk man-just for you.
Are we there yet? To Maisa.
I want to be received
into your dark world.

The pleasure you get is unfathomable.
The look and the shame;
the rich and the lame;
will bend your morale until you burst into a flame.

Sometimes,
you have to get drowned in a well
so the other person can treat you well.

Oh, and
you have to be a stoic sculpture
so people can focus on the sun.

The midnight sobs and screams
so you hear their passionate deams!

I sat by my wardrobe,
the last season, dim-witted clothes,
waving and flashing
to my face.

I took down a bright orange jumpsuit
packed it with lacquer boots
in a trunk that has
a label on it: 'Shipped to Shawn's Place'.

So I guessed they should be the last pieces
that had our wedding kiss.

The wooden planks we trod on
to reach my childhood friend's house
are now rusting from spewed blood
whose life was deemed less than a stray dog.

The rain that day was like a downpour of evil
unleashed from the pit of hell,
crushing my friend's mother strength to be alive
because she just received a dead body
of  
my childhood friend in her arms
whom she loved with her life
was taken by evils.

When I was by her
crimson-stained body,
She said in a very soft voice :
'Promise me,
take my mom away.
Please take care of her.'

The cool rain and
everything around us
don't mean anything anymore.
She is gone.

Heaven will receive you, my dear friend.
Your virtue shall be lived forever and ever.

I'm going for the Death.
I've been begging it to take me
since our first encounter
through a mutual friend.
So I can be liberated from the worries,
insecurities, pains-
that didn't have enough time to be healed.

My head will soon hit the ground
it will gently welcome me with warmth,
for my indescribable anguish and trauma.
It understands me.

My mind is confused.
My heart is burning,
Cold tears are gushing forth like a spring water
I don't know when
I will stop breathing.
I want to lay down
on a soft time, if I may, dear Life.

You were my world.
The reason for my motivation.
You feel like you must step on my dream
because they take time to bring dollars.

You want me begone-
away from the world
away from all, I treasured.

Yet, I had hope
I really had hope
that one day
you would change and
see me as a human.

I'm wrong.
You will never.
Goodbye, my precious tears,
to grief that's useless to others.

Let's go our ways.