tingling.

do not rush,

listen and hush,

grip the old brush,

and paint the garden lush.

grateful.

thanks Almighty,
for every single thing,
for this living
and surviving.

muse

you're my muse.

and that splint of light

through the glasses.

look.

she stands there,

on her two feet,

with eyes not wanting to stare,

too scared of what she might greet,

she is nothing but despair

for her own reflection is a threat,

that fenced herself from the inside,

besieged what is great,

yet, she is a self , resisting the tide.

so she gazed,

into the mirror,

and her eyes,blazed

her heart begins to whisper,

"she is to feel blessed"

april

April’s 

When it strikes eleven, 

And you were in joy,

Choosing flaws over perfect,

Under the midair you hear them telling,

Never to turn never to look back,

What is left doesn't mean regret.

Only a chapter made to train,

How to live a worthy life.

infliction

infliction.

that glaring eyes will never stop

chasing flaws in ghastly look

while your wits start to slop,

adversity is, but beyond the hook.

midst

if i were to hope,

   i would hope for a better in everything.

because for things to be better,

   it needs so much more than you  think

surprisingly.

nightingle

oh dear night starry night
     i just wish you can swish me the wind
that carries words of love
     to the people by the sea
to the people up on mountain
     telling them life is broad
spread their wings
     awaken their thoughts
believe and don't just stop
     'cuz much more awaited.

dine and roses

him
the way she holds her cup of tea,
  the way she glances back after saying goodbye.
those are one of a kind.

her
the way he folds his sleeves up,
  the way he carves a smile after putting up serious tales,
those are one of a kind.

medley

the raft of life,

is not always on a still stream,

nor do on a harsh slap of wave,

it is on both,

for us to think,

that life is meant to be ventured.

cuando

cuando

Sighs are air and go to air. 

Tears are water and go to sea. 

Tell me, girl,

when love is forgotten, do you know where you are going?

published

frequently,

     she shared things 

     she was unsure of

     knowing those would haunt her back

     if things didn't work out

     if things fall apart

     however she didn't quit

     because

some memories stay while the rest slips through our fingers.

beauty

every so often

          we fight each other.

ever so often

        I think of you.

wildflower

he
  the sun at dawn
  the moon at night

she
  the wildflower on ground
  the rose on spring

they both
  stare the same bleak sky
  and wonder
  and wander

fallen

withered
with her is a hope

she clamps so tight
believe in
so much

only that,
the word of denial
changed everything.

like the bouquet
she keeps,
without sun
nor water.

who is to be blamed
than her own self
for believing too much
risking hopes.
ended the love.

sheer

let the tide sweep the same her

and brings back 

a different

one.

quest.

will you still
      be the one who stays
      when the crowds left
      many won't
      and that is okay.