Spiraled with emotions and rose petals, soft pink hues and yellow shine;

Holding grace and serenity beside, she flows easy like wine.

Lurching to pour her comfort, she makes comfort look so easy;

Floats to sprinkle, floats between blue and grey bubbles so lazy.

Skin on bones and shine on skin, and yet, they don’t glance around to fathom.

*.✧

Ardor like darlings, hidden and rare; she burns warm until they pool her cold;

Clumsy to fall and scoff at her own break; she reaches until they flinch the hold.

Everything at once still slacks some, obviously not perfect for maybe theirs might;

Talks and argues turn to fights,

she strides away, pushes and fails the slide.

*.✧

A present even when she’s not, reaching and holding, she grasps;

Tease she stretches, giggles that erupt, but the butterflies refuses to last.

Forlorn she mourns, regrets often on the fluffs, in soft pale skin of her palms;

The moments sob by her side, twisted pity flows from the non living,

While the vicious, they forty winks, serene and calm.

*.✧

Shameless to reach, to whisper the long to them first, she plunges self;

Picking the crumbs in content she hums, isn’t she an elf?

Foolish to feed the vultures, as they build their nest, a gleaming pedestal;

Under the façade of tactless she glances above, candor the shadows mull.

Slick and coy she muses to fool the beyond, the vain.

*.✧

Leaps to share, maybe she jumps to conclusions, to word the worry;

And still she retreats the soft skin she mumbled in, fearing the fury, the worse.

She waits for the comfort to replicate; what comes is vacant, vacant and cold;

Pointing finger in directionless void, she rages and blames her bold.

Never a word escapes the space; she settles it inside, cares like a baby

For what if they crush the fragile? Thoughts made of glass?

and yet they don’t glance around to fathom.

and yet she exists between hazy greys and floating blues while the pitch void stares.

*.✧

A girl so easy to love; why can’t they love her?

Spiraled with emotions and rose petals, soft pink hues and yellow shine;

Moves holding grace and serenity beside, flows easy like wine.

The potions we take are coffee, wine and tea

Staying young and beautiful while dancing to Clair de Lune

A pocket watch to keep our minds ticking

Blazers in tartin, bottoms in plaid

Always a book in ones face or in ones satchel

We’re the tainted students with a dark past and future

So we may kill our darlings and speak in tongues

We may write in poetry and letters but it’s all because we belong to a different era

The first time you ever rode a bike,

you realized now you won't have to sit in the back with your brother,

your dad taught you to balance and how to paddle,

and soon you got so much better.

Remember in 5th grade when you thought French was the hardest language ever,

and some how you still managed to ace the test,

your sister taught you that.

Remember when you had your first date and you were so nervous,

you weren't even talking to me,

I could see through your shirt because of the sweat,

so we had to end it sooner and had to and call your brother.

And on second date you got me flowers and chocolates and said sorry

somehow you were still sweating but less this time,

I knew your brother taught you that.

And in senior year when you didn't understand a word your teacher said in calculus,

but you somehow managed to pass his class,

well.....,

your teacher taught you that.

and the same year you were so afraid to dance at a party,

I could still feel the sweat on hands and on your shirt,

but you didn't lose your rhythem,

I taught you that.

.

.

Remember your first heartbreak in freshman year of college?

everyone does,

you weren't eating much and you barely talked to anyone,

dared if anyone ever started talking about her,

you couldn't stop crying,

it must have felt like you were dying,

but you got through it,

you moved on,

you started laughing when we mentioned her,

"I was so stupid", you said

who taught you that?

....

Nobody...

and I know because I was there the whole time,

And nobody was supposed to teach you that,

you kept pushing everyone away,

and you got better,

the same was you got better at riding your bike,

it took months and months for you to learn but this time with lots of drinking, crying and sobering up,

but you made yourself better.

.

Sometimes you don't need anyone to teach you stuff,

You will eventually get their by yourself,

It’s a loose mind thing,

Curing myself as a whole 

Cigarettes and latte

Tyneside Cafe

Emotions

Long term thoughts 

Observing life

Painter comes through, painting the scene... the empathy in me.

Mataku berbinar kala pantulannya kudapati pada sebuah cermin Pipiku terangkat membentuk seutas senyum manis Ada yang membuncah didalam sana Detaknya mengalahkan suara-suara alam

Ku tanya pada ibuku apa yang terjadi. Katanya, “kau tak pernah tahu kapan cinta hadir dalam hidupmu”

Atas dasar kata-kata yang tak kasat mata Atas dasar hati yang tak berhati-hati Atas dasar diri yang tak awas diri   Atas dasar hati yang tak memiliki kuasa diri

Ibu, Aku jatuh cinta

Black is my hue,

Mask that covers me,

I can see only darkness,

Behind that is fulfillment,

I hide my personality,

Yet it is not the reality,

I live in the cave, that i can't express myself,

Yet with the bats coming out at night,

I'm a scout of humour,

Who gare honour,

I am a strong man,