One-sided

Feelings that won’t reverberate

Dance and swirl inside this vacuum

Dwindling by the second

You are my mightiest hero, my fanciest illusion

Your entity, a marvel

Mine in your world, superficial

Willing to lie in wait

Just so our worlds would, even just for a split second, collide

Without thinking to take one thing in return

Without hopes to get one smile in the end

Without failing to face this monstrous reality

Without holding on to unsteady, uncertain emotions

- somewhere between December to March poem.

Uncertainty

I know I won’t gain a thing from this but...

Your fragrance was that of an ephemeral mist

 and so one taste won’t ever be enough

One touch would always be miles away from satisfaction

I dig my own grave, as I let you in,

let you envelope me

With those cunning arms

I know I might be exaggerating things

as poems would always end up with these rhetorics

And so I long for you

Like rain amidst the dunes of Sahara

Or a waltz with the northern Aurora

|12:38|July 10, 2016|

Faces

Yes, I'll let him see solely the dead parts of me.

Dead and weak.

Dead and flawed.

Dead and shattered.

'Cause I so despise that people fall for what they see.

I fell for him because he's he. I fell, and constantly fall everyday. Hopeless and cliche, no?

And as I peel myself off the good things I might show him and reveal grotesque scars instead, he'd hate me. He'd be disgusted by my cuts as I miserably fix his fragmented dark self and see blooming flowers in his dead garden.

|16:15|June 25, 2016|

Cinderella

The size of one's foot is never

A measurement of love

As a trail of a one-night dance was only a silver foot

You can never find your Cinderella

In every branch of destiny

Shoes might fit countless feet

But only two hearts could beat

As one, unique tune

And if yours were to thump with every suited foot

Then you are no prince and should dance no princess.




|18:05|April 22, 2016|

Repost (Unexplainable)

I hate the way your eyes perceive, they surely see every little detail in every little angle. I hate the way you prattle, certainly hasty and superficial. I hate the way you tell stories, surprisingly setting everything alight. I hate how I kept myself nonchalant, making you think I hate you. But actually, I don't.


|March 5, 2015|

Repost (An Unexpected Meeting)

Nothing but the sunrise had woken me up from the deepest slumber I've fallen into. I've discreetly asserted myself as someone at fault for I've stayed up until 12. Although I felt like rushing, my body emanated no courage as I moved lazily downstairs from the room where I slept. I knew it. I was late for school.

I found myself portraying the main role for a play I've considered more tear-jerking than most of the dramas I've seen. 

I've failed my own expectation and of those who are around me; if they had one. There was nothing new about it, yet it was sufficient for distress to imprison me. In the end, I wandered inside our campus, preoccupying myself with trivial things. Baffled and vexed, I took little steps, enough to imitate the beat of my heart.

Just a while ago, I unconsciously whispered to myself:
"If only I'd catch a glimpse of him."
Then I shook my head vigorously, realizing how absurd my train of thoughts had become out of the blue.
I slowly held my head up, from the dim screen of my phone to the narrow hallway I was passing by. To my surprise, his dazzling smile showed in front of me. My heart was startled, I felt it flinch strongly. I'm uncertain if that's what people call "skipping a heartbeat." I didn't see his eyes. I didn't know if I was reflected on his spectacles. All I knew and was quite sure about was he was there, and he noticed me. It seemed like he was naughtily blocking my way. I can only present my awkward smile as we passed by each other and after one blink, he was gone. Only now I've realized the bliss I felt was sadly fleeting. I wasn't able to feel every bit of that moment. He, like playing hape shake and match shape sorter, has unconsciously matched this stone-shaped heart of mine. His little things sufficed my longing. Only a glance was wished for, but an exquisite, vivid beam was given instead.


|March 5, 2015|

Repost (Quote from my other blog)

"This life is fairly unfair, perfectly filled with imperfections, and simply complex. Yet we still dance our way below the dazzling sky in the garden of wishes, stirring hardships with a pinch of smiles from our unwavering will."
-May 26, 2014.


PS. Our graduation day ^