each other.

they hug at night
sleeping with a smile
waking up with laughter
they tell each other secrets
that no one else can know or hear
they hold hands when no one else sees
they kiss when the night comes by with a breeze
they make love when their hearts are ready to be free
and celebrate a love no one else can compare in life's brief history
so they smile, laugh, cry, share, take care, understand, protect each other
the promises they hold on tightly to, those promises they made during beautiful nights
of staying true, regardless of ups or downs, happiness or sadness, together or separated


they will be together, no matter what.




p.s: i call this the stair-case poem, and a solo ending. haha

stab my heart.

stab stab me in the heart

yes you can

try to bring me down

you think you can?

tear me to pieces

push me until i fall

no i won't give up now

i have gone so far

i have given it my all

i won't succumb now

it's too late to turn around

the road not taken has been picked

i won't lie 

i am scared

i do feel like death is following me

everywhere

stab stab me in the heart

i won't give up now

i have gone so far

i have given it my all

i won't die 

not here, not now.

p.s: burned-out.

dead.

take this heart of mine

smash it into tiny pieces

any way you like.

take its little pieces

and burn them in a fire

or drown them in the ocean

or lock them in an air-tight jar

suffocate them to death.

p.s: i feel like i don't matter, sometimes.

human(s), only.

in what way can you tell

from a person's laugh and eyes

that (s)he is really human?

from the way (s)he stares

what words (s)he chooses to utter

how human can one be?

from those carved smiles

to the little twitches of the noses

and those twinkle in the eyes

are you human?

from the way your arms move

the loudness of your voice

the slight whimper of your breath

can you be human?

from the way you walk and the

way you stand

from the way you hold my hands

the way you kiss 

the way you please

are you human, for me?

ah but there is only one way

to tell if one is human

if we can see the heart

and the functions of the other's brain

surely we can tell

if there is indeed a human

living in that attractive shell.

p.s: over-rated.

little blue birds

those little blue birds

innocent they look

spew nasty words

of wisdom

those little blue birds

carefree flying

always moving

never stopping

those little blue birds

fast and agile

always current

never a burden

those little blue birds

they see and hear

they chirp and leer

and they also jeer

those little blue birds

they tell the truth

hardly lying

not always compromising

those little blue birds

the little bullets of death

masked by structure

or lack thereof

those little blue birds

they change things

all around,

all the way

those little blue birds.

p.s: even the littlest things change you.

so much for a poem.

take my hand and come with me

to a place we both have never been

where i heard the grass is green

the air is free

the water's fresh 

and full with fish

don't you want to tag along

and go to a place where we both belong

together forever and all those ding-dongs

where we'll sing love songs all night long

this poem may be rubbish to people

but it's the best one i can think of

the structure's not there

the rhymes doesn't fair

i am not a writer

just another dreamer, caught in reality's lair

so forgive me if this poem is nothing

compared to Shakespeare, Po and Kipling's

but what i can do

is write what i feel

this poem best describes how i feel

tired, stressed, loved, and complicated

and whatever it is in between

oh! wait. 

i thought this poem's about going

going to places where 

where? what?

where dreams exist and reality doesn't

oh wait.

i already am at the place.

it's all in my head.

all these while, all along, in that tiny space.

p.s: this is how i feel right now : crazy.

#notetoself

i have or had, plenty of things to write but i have or had been preoccupied lately with things that i have ignored you, oh-blog, to the extend that you are now so dusty and neglected. life's been fuckin hectic and yes as usual, as the semester draws to a close, all the assignments are piling and the lecturers all want them in one go. how exciting is that?!

in another unrelated point, people should just stop and think more. i should do this more. instead of being irrational, we should think and stop and stare and think. get me? instead of occupying our minds about other people that we don't actually like, why don't we think of happy thoughts instead, or thoughts of people that make us happy? i mean, there really is no point in getting stressed out about other people when we have ourselves to care for. 

i should practice saying things i really mean to people instead of talking behind their backs. oh yes, i do this too. 

if it is of other people's business and not of yours, please don't be so nosy about. it really isn't nice or cool being nosy about things. stop procrastinating. it's not good. always adhere to the original deadline. 

oh i once was talked for throwing all my emotional rubbish on Twitter. i have stopped (kinda) doing that but it seems other people are following my footsteps. so interesting, right? it's interesting to me as well that some people keep talking trash and being angry at other people for other people's faults but actually, in reality, those people are doing the same thing. funny right?

i think we should just all live in our own bubbles for sometime, or increase more of "me-time" instead of being  bound to something. and we should all once-in-awhile stop being so unnecessarily judgmental and stigmatize people and discriminating them. we're humans after all, we all have our faults. 

i know saying bad things about others behind their backs is a natural thing to do but i think we should all tone down a bit yeah? and one more important thing, we should not make assumptions. ok, maybe we should to some extend but we should at least know the levels of our assumptions. making assumptions doesn't help in anything really. or much. so stop, or tone down a bit. 

and oh, stop stereotyping. it's not good for anyone. it doesn't do justice on anyone. 

p.s: #notetoself