peppermint

the
smell of your
hands is therapy
to my broken heart.

2021

The Gravity Of Grief

The gravity of
grief is pulling me
to a dimension of
chaos, wanting me to
confine in a dark
where love story is
not allowed to be spoken.

2021

The Damage You’ve Done

The damage you’ve done,
It destroyed me spiritually.
The damage you’ve done,
It hurt me more than death.
The damage you’ve done,
It sabotaged my happiness.
The damage you’ve done,
It gave me hell on Earth.

2021

Your Necessary Self

I did not ask. I did not wish.
There’s always an element of surprise;
I didn’t know. I didn’t envision.
What’s not there before has lavished me with
sentiments and nostalgia.

You offer your necessary self.
I’m astonished, astounded, startled.

2021

Stars At The Tips Of My Fingers

A cup of house blend coffee, hot on a windy dusk. My pair of eyes and my whole face reflecting on a glass window while I write this random lyrics not to drag anyone down but to comfort the existence of my sorrow. Reminiscing the early years of my life, loneliness taps my shoulders like drops of rain drenching my head until I cannot see what’s ahead of me. I close my eyes and forgive the child who devoured the wrong plums. I pacify myself and slowly move in the direction of the lampposts, entirely defeating the darkness that has been there from the very beginning; and freedom is a perfect antidote to a state of great distress. Endings have ended. Memories have frozen. I still write my delight, my misery, or my true love. My other treasures are the stars at the tips of my fingers.

2021

china doll

there
are tiny sunsets
in your eyes and your
curls are cute waves
of the ocean.

2021

sunset

if you only want.
if you only need.
but there are limits.
there are boundaries.
you only get the things
that are meant for you.
you only love something
that is important.

2021

The Element Of Hate

How can I call you
my next of kin
if I’m the element
of hate?

I was the root, the seed,
the germ of an envy.
My presence was terrible
than troubles.

How can a child
blamed for something
bad that he did not
commit?

I was the element of hate,
the root, the seed, the germ
of one jealousy that triggered
a big home.

2021

Outside

Our
feet share the
same road

outside
where dust and
stones cannot rule.

A day
is not enough
to save our thousand nights.

2021

stance

the
urban wind breaks
me into several
pieces of different
personalities.

2021