what's the worst that i can say?

things are better if i stay silent

so long and goodnight

First Time Here, Miss?

her dress was
stark contrast of
how she move
how she walk
how she talk

the sexy little red dress
is a waste
it doesn't match your
skin tone
neither does it match your
self

think i don't see her
blushing?
of the exposed skin?
think i don't see her
nervousness?
the helplessness in her eyes?

i hope this is the first
and the last time
she went here

pity is not my cup of tea
it ruined my evening

Simple Pleasure of Her Life

she walked by
a window
and she smiled
savouring nature's youth
is her simple pleasure
of life

she went to
the main door
patting gently
the furry ball
until it blurted
a soft 'meow'
cuddly little things
is her simple pleasure
of life

she went down
the road
her gaze wasn't off
of him
being loved
is her simple pleasure
of life

she sat before
the screen
typing fast
pouring her heart out
being free
is her simple pleasure of life

One Night

it's late at night

mother's gone
Flora's starving
home's a mess
so
i heated a can
of chicken soup
for her soul
or her hunger
hm
i wouldn't know

while mother's
perfume linger
with so many
others'
of men
seeping unseen
from her room

i keep stirring
with tears in
my eyes

trying so hard
in my head
in my heart
to make things
right
normal
when
it's not

hm

Hey You

can you rip my thoughts
off
the nothingness of my mask?

you might want to refuse

thorns inside might hurt

Changes, Changes

in a split second

your gaze changed
mesmerizing blue to
frightening crimson

your grin changed
charming lopsided to
one polluted with fangs

your grasp changed
from gentle hold to
a hardest grip

your feeling changed
lust for blood
replaced something else

one moment she
the one loved
next moment she
the one lost

The Kisses

butterfly ones

the intention hidden

the feeling trapped

behind your lopsided grin,

evil one

I Really Really Wanna Talk Like Him!!!!

the young


or

the old


it mesmerize me every time he talks

with such detail

with such manner

with such calmness


it's like he paid for

every single words coming out of his mouth

the mouth which had tasted every single

parts and limbs forbidden

seriously,
bitch,
your opinion is one of the worst
oh, just because we
can't
satisfy everyone,
we don't have to apologize?
AT ALL?
FFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU

On 14 February

i've been deceived

i've been left out

i've been forgotten


funny

how it stings

when you find out

the things

others want to keep

from you

Attribute for Hannibal Lecter

just what is inside you
a devilish monster
or
a confused soul?

just what are you thinking of
when another life lost
is there
a war within yourself
or
a peace formed inside you?

just what do you feel
tasting it when
knowing it's just like yours?

Unspoken Love

when we sat here together
under the maple tree
leaves beneath our feet
clouds above our head

i would look at you
as you chirped happily
and i noticed little things
about you
the deepening wrinkles around your eyes
the whitening strands of your once pitch black hair
the eyes, seasoned, yet fresher than they've ever been

how i appreciate your existence
your strict streak
your annoying kindness
your surprising logic
did not chang after all your past years

i'd very much like to spell
my affection, frequently
but i wasn't taught so
but i wasn't designed to
openly open up myself

so

i stayed there listening, hoping
you would know from my gaze,
or my smiling face
just how much i love you,
dear mama

Awww..... T_T

Pencil: I’m sorry

Eraser: For what? You didn’t do anything wrong.

Pencil: I’m sorry because you get hurt because of me. Whenever I made a mistake, you’re always there to erase it. But as you make my mistakes vanish, you lose a part of yourself. You get smaller and smaller each time.

Eraser: That’s true. But I don’t really mind. You see, I was made to do this. I was made to help you whenever you do something wrong. Even though one day, I know I’ll be gone and you’ll replace me with a new one, I’m actually happy with my job. So please, stop worrying. I hate seeing you sad.

I found this conversation between the pencil and the eraser very inspirational.

Parents are like the eraser whereas their children are the pencil.

They’re always there for their children, cleaning up their mistakes.

Sometimes along the way, they get hurt, and become smaller / older, and eventually pass on.

Though their children will eventually find someone new (spouse), but parents are still happy with what they do for their children, and will always hate seeing their precious ones worrying, or sad.

All my life, I’ve been the pencil.

And it pains me to see the eraser that is my parents getting smaller and smaller each day.

For I know that one day, all that I’m left with would be eraser shavings and memories of what I used to have.

sing to me

sing a bit more

because your voice is melody

because your words calm me

because now happiness isn’t free

so sing to me

sing a bit more

heart of glass

a smirk

and a crack formed

an insult

and a bit shattered

one betrayal

and some darkened

slight hatred

and some crashed

heart of glass

thin

frail

vulnerable

fragile

under the sharp eyes

beneath the deep frown

within the silent lips

every obstacle met

whether

it broke a little bit more

or

it harden and be strong a bit more

which

entirely up to you