Golden ribbon lines the room,
Sweeping eyes, impending doom,
Plastic smiles light the way

Clinking glasses, set them down,
Making jokes, inducing frowns,
Everyone's an enemy

Awaiting that one special face,
I walk around in somewhat haste,
Glancing around secretively

I close my eyes and count, one two,
Not knowing you're across the room,
It feels as if I'm lost at sea

Three and four, opened the door,
Five and six, black shoes go click,
Voices around chat mindlessly

Seven, eight, surrounded space,
Nine and ten, my eyes open,
You're still hidden, and so I plea

Ever-changing eyes seek me out,
Learned my tells, know me throughout,
I wonder now where can you be?

Till I see your smiling face,
Walking slow, a tortured pace,
Finally, you're here with me

Dresses and suits rule the pack,
A sea of jewels laced through with black,
Let's glide about like royalty

Chatting, charming as we go,
Through these crowds, I hope you know,
I'm wearing this smile for only you

Secret looks and hidden smirks,
Make this night one of the first,
It's time to float comfortably

Home again, it's nice to say,
Tonight was a sweet escape,
Did I say you looked august?

Leaving now, those playful eyes,
One last smile, it will suffice,
I shake my head, you're enchanting

{ n.j }

I don't think that you understand
that my mind
revolves around you
in the sense that you are the Sun,
and I am the Earth.

And if you are the Sun,
and I am the Earth,
that makes my thoughts the people.

The people are polluting
and weakening the Earth, darling
The Sun is slowly, but surely;
killing the Earth.

And, darling, sometimes I get scared that
the Earth is going to waste away,
and the light from the Sun,
will go out
completely.

{ n.j }

An electric shock runs deep inside me,
as my eyes reflect into yours,
returning to me
the fiery desire you hold within.

I see you; in one glance I see all of you.
Piping chills, icicles forming, a sensation
you mean always to deliver to me,
portraying your beautiful spirit.

A portal of green, snaked with dark
forests, moving me to your heart.
A comfort that exempts me
of all strain.
Like bathing in sheets
of silk.

Truly soothing.
Warming.
Chilling.

Your eyes.

{n.j}

Can I have you?
Can I have your morning eyes
and late night yawns?

Can I have your deep sighs
after a long day of work,
and joyous laughter
from watching your
favorite shows?

Can I have your frightening
holler when you’re angry,
and your low moans when
you feel pleasure?

Can I have the tears that
streak your face when
you’re down,
and the heart that beats
within you to keep you alive?

Can I have every part of you?

{n.j}

There were times I wondered
If you were seeing the same sunsets I was
And I wanted to just call and say
The sky is on fire
It's orange and red and pink
It's really something you should see
But I'm worried it didn't quite look the same
From where you stand
From where you were
So far away from me

{n.j}

With a glance you stole,
you, too, took away my heart.
I don’t know how you did it,
but please don’t spill the secret.

With a single touch from you,
you, too, sent shivers down my spine.
Like an electric current that went through my skin,
I felt excitement; adrenaline rush.

With a single word from you,
you, too, broke my heart.
After all, it was just for one night.
A night of passion that ends with good bye.

{n.j}

Reasons why I write.

Why? Because in writing I can tell everything I feel using words that are so deep for me. In writing I can express what I currently feel, I can use different point of view for my problem. For me, there are no nonsense post because  we wrote that and all of our feelings are in there, in those words, in those beautiful words.

I love to write because I’m a shy person. I start blabbering nonsense things if I get shy or  even when I feel like I’m gonna get embarrassed for that. I’m a shy person and in that case, I can’t tell people what I really want or what I feel towards them so instead of speaking with them, I learned a new way to communicate and that is to write.

In writing I can be everything I want. I can be the cruel villain in my life telling stories why I hate myself; I can be the girl who secretly have a crush on someone and stalks him everywhere. In writing I can express myself, I can tell here what I feel towards a certain person in my life.

I just love it, I love the feeling of posting it, seeing someone liked it and commenting at it telling me that they can relate to me or telling me that everything will be fine. I love the feeling of it, after clicking the publish button. No one can make me stop in writing.

I admit, I may not be a good writer, but, do you understand now why I write?

{ n.j }

I miss

The air in your lungs
when you breathed out sighs
of alphabets that came out
as vowels of my initials.
I'd like to take you swimming
one day,
because the sighs will turn
into gasps underwater
but from you
it will still sound as beautiful.

I remember

The veins tangling up
beneath the crescent of your eyes
You had never noticed
the way they lit up like glowing moths
trapped inside a mason jar
when you reached out for words
but flowers bloomed instead.
Just like what Earth would do
when she had enough merriment.

But you never notice anything.

If I could,
boy I swear I would,
take that smile of yours
and inject it directly into my blood stream

my parents once warned me
about drugs
sold on the street
never take those
once you did you’ll be addicted for the rest of your life
but never the ones
with teeth
               and a fluffy pinchable cheeks
and a heartbeat.

{ n.j }

If you looked inside her heart
You’d find a deep cavern
A lonely spirit trembling in the corner
If someone strums her heartstrings
A spirit quakes in fear
of loving, of falling, of being broken

She has made many mistakes
Doesn’t want to repeat
She has been dropped once
Shattered to pieces
Lie scattered on the floor
Like the pieces of a puzzle unsolved

She is terrified of love
Afraid she would not be able to solve the puzzle
Eventhough she has all the pieces
She needs to take a chance
and find a spark of courage

If you looked inside her heart
You’d find a not-so-empty cave
A hopeful spirit curled in the corner
Looking up to find a light
In that light she sees the picture
And is finally able
to solve the puzzle

{ n.j }