-It Has Been A Rough Night, I don’t know what to call this poem. Sorry-

I wish I have a lot of friends
A good number which I cannot count by using my fingers and my toes
but then again,
I am shy

I wish I can comfort myself
A good skill to have especially when you are alone & down
but then again.
I can’t

I wish the world may grant all dreams
A good gift to give that will make people less grumpy and sad
but then again,
it won’t

I wish I can laugh all day
A good thing to do especially when yesterday sucks and the world crumbled
but then again,
you can’t

I wish I can ease all peoples pain
A good talent to have that will make all wounds and sickness heal
but then again,
I can’t

I wish I have all good things
A life that is worth living without worries and fears
but then again,
we all don’t have that

We all feel pain
We suck at things
but then again.
we all have hope

A hope that maybe tomorrow
All will be fine

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 1… 4

The only thing we have
You can do maths
equations & such
Solve it
But you can never solve us

How many years has it been?
Still numbers
Lengths & durations
we can never phantom
Will you run it?
Run it to get to me?

How many more will this last?
Numerals that I have to go through
Things you will never realize
you are way too far
Do you even go back to we?
Has there ever been us?

But I hope you don’t change the numbers
Numbers that can connect me to you
But that’s as impossible as wishing you not to change
‘cause you already did
You have left
Leaving me behind with just numbers

Traveler’s Feelings

It will always feel like a void trying to suck you in
As it walls crumbles and shatters into nothingness
It dissipates the darkness it has
Creeping onto your every bone
Avoiding it is never necessary
According to some, it is a requirement
But I refuse!
If everyone of us tries to be in that darkness
Should we all need to dwell in it at the start?
Why should we try to torture every piece of soul we have?

If torment is such a natural thing,
Why don’t we just punish ourselves with something we really want?
Why are we all try to fit in something that we don’t want from the start?
Why don’t we dare to choose what we really wanted to be?
If the society is so kind & forgiving,
why is there suicide still?

I maybe in the vast
Looking like a lost sheep
Truth is, I am quite lost because I am trying something new
A traveller was also once a wanderer
I maybe wrong in this path now
But nothing is too late
No one is really lost
and you won’t loose anything if you try

You may come in one piece
But you may come out as is
But no one comes out as is
You always come out holding tons of you
‘cause you found & gathered your pieces that were not there before

Don’t Get Me Wrong

I refuse to be you
I refuse to be anybody else
I just wanted to find me

‘Cause I tried to loose my self once
Letting go of me
Trying to be you

My life can never be your idea of life
My struggles, you will never feel
My hardships may not hurt you
My pain may never pierce you

Your happiness could be my sadness
Your help might be my blackhole
Your idea of what is best may be my worst
Your fruitfulness of life may burn my bounty

We all wanted to be somebody
But your version of me might only be your imagination
Your hopes are not my version of what hope looks like

See, success is very subjective
You might see wealth as a harvest
I see wealth as fruits that may rot so soon

If life is a one plot thing
Then our stories will not be so unique afterall
We will be a marching soldier line or a factory of disposable lives

Life has never been a plot
Life is not a story
Life is yours, it is mine and it is everybody else’s
Trying to blossom out of the sprouts of what you truly desires to be

And it will grow
In a forest so beautiful
It does not matter if you are hardwood or a sapwood

Life will always grow in all directions
Left, Right but never down
We will all prosper
Life never dies, never wilts and it does not grow down

So let me live this life
So we may all coexist in a beautiful enchanting forest
Full of trees that grows up & in all directions


February afternoons are the most beautiful

The warmth and coolness that crashes through

Yellow, white and blue streaks up the sky

Humming as they all collide

Probably it’s enchanted

The love that floats along

The lightness you ought to know

Thawing what could have froze

There’s a certainty that everything will be green soon

Melting what has gone too full of itself

Trimming the wools we once were

Turning us into more than what we all are

February afternoons are all a proof

What begins, progresses

With progress, we are all a step closer to another thing

Leaving a conscious trail that we are all moving

But February are the quickest

The abruptness that brings us to a quick start

A reminder we should all keep moving

Reaching what we once dreamt of

Bringing heads up on what has started

Progress to what has become

Hope for those who seek

and a reminder for those who continue to dream

Note: Yes it is already May tomorrow and it is already April today. So this poem has been “lost” for two months. I have just found it today so I am posting it today! wee~!