I miss putting my soul to pen
Though it is dull,
It might,
But I know I still have it ----
For I believe in my soul.
It will never perish,
Nor age, nor fade,
Nor die.

Life treats me kind.
This isn't what I expect.
This is so good to be true.
It's a trap I guess, I know.

My life tastes like wine
It gets better as it ages.
This is so good to be true.
It's a trap I know.

Your body is a chariot,
Of Gods and kings,
Of powerful and almighty.

But I don't envy them,
I don't count how many had riden.
It doesn't matter.

It doesn't matter how many hands had held your hand,
Or had combed your hair,
Or how many lips had touched yours,
Or how many arms had embraced you.

Your body is indeed a chariot,
And our souls as the diesel.
Without each other we can't go far.
For as long as I am the last passenger,
Your chariot shall never be wrecked
For our souls are infinite,
Thus, my darling,
No bumpy roads we cannot pass.

You are the earth.
Your soil is a fertilizer itself.
Everything grows.
Just like how my feelings grow
Whenever I'm with you.

The heart of your ocean,
I always see magnificence to it.
Though it's deep and dreadful,
I always wanted to reach the bottom.

Your trees are amazing.
I am lost within the wildness of your forests,
Within the maze of your ruins.
But It's okay anyway.
It is your maze, therefore
The only end is to be with you.

I am just the moon distantly looking at you.
You are the earth.
I revolve around you.
You are my world.

I walk on a beach at noon
And find myself wishing.
I think there are no falling stars,
Only at night.

She will never come back.

I see a starfish and pick it.
Then I just play pretend
That it can grant wishes.
It never happens.

I was so young then.

Wishing is for children.
Hoping is naive
But accepting is reasonable.
Now, I accept it.

She will never come back.

Long time ago
When swords were power,
In order to find glory and gold,
The king and his army must travel
Across lands and seas,
Pray to the moon
And talk to the stars.
But this time,
He traveled alone
By his sick horse
And a bended heart.
He didn't find treasures
But a unicorn.
A single-horned mythical creature.
It magically and enchantingly seized him.
He continued to travel with the unicorn.
They flew to the sky,
Climbed mountains,
Dived lakes,
And exchanged moments.
Not long enough,
The horse came back
Better and stronger
As it followed thru his prints.
The king did what was needed to do.
He left the strong unicorn
But wrote a note on a tablet saying:
"a heart may forget but the memories never will".

You bring forth to me
A jar of melody.
A music, all made
From sweet poetries.

I have it fallen
I have it broken
I have mistaken

And now I spill
My last poetry
As you wish
As you expected it to be.

Though its property
Of fragility
Shan't hold the lines,
I shall continue to spill.

Though its pieces
Turn to debris
I shall always keep it
For I once owned it.