when worst strikes again

tonight, i die as i sleep
perhaps tomorrow..
God will give me another chance to live anew again.

riddles

hands might not move touching you,
yet it is firm holding you.

voice might be distant talking,
yet the words care to embrace you.

acts might be aloof and withdrawn,
yet senses are apt to feel you.

stare might be blank,
yet the mind is full of you.

what great distance between two souls,
when the sentiments are always mutual.

we can be better than this
yet we live astray..

when all we have is a short moment..
the long hopes are far to trust.

new leaf

time to go back to basics..
then reinvent thy self again.

a promise

if the feeling of 'anxiety towards life
yet still hopeful on what's ahead together with you'
can make up for the idea of happiness..
well i guess.. i can be happy after all..

i don't know if you can ever be happy with me
but i'm willing to try everyday to make you..

lost advents

most of my memories leak out to unseen spaces..

hard to be remembered..

and might never be retrieved again..

it's a case i can't avoid..

a sickness i'm immuned of..

i feel the fear sometimes..

afraid that i have forgotten the most important thing..

that in a matter of seconds..

here, as i wait..

before the exact moment i even realized that it has already come..

it was already gone...lost to the spaces unseen.

strangely familiar

drowning in shallow water..
being lost in an empty field..
feeling so alone in a crowded place..
tired yet doing nothing..

the irony of this numbing pain.

i have nothing to say with my full thoughts.

best mistake

 

the day was supposed to be fun..
but you happened to be at your best
and ruined it.

thanks as always...

wordless

the words running in my mind are all foreign now..
gibberish and puzzling...
yet intriguing at the same time..

i wait, til i learn to translate the thoughts and spill it out...

in time...sense will make me.

yellow ribbon

i believe there are still honest leaders among us.

the ones who make a change for peace and freedom.

the true heroes of our kind.

countdown

days are calm and quiet..
seems like the time patiently agrees,
awaiting the inescapable change..