But in the silence 

Of the night...

The stars gossip.

And for every conspiracy 

The moon leans over to hear.

And they hush for awhile...

As I whisper my prayer.

As if they are all listening...

As if they care to grant

All these fervent wishes 

That I keep.

 But if I fall...

I'll fall hard.

Fall deep,

Then regret it later.

Gather the lessons,

That I may not need ever.

All for the after thoughts,

That I'll ponder

When I get older.

Of Dusk and Flavors

 

Denials

 Oh! But I swear

I tried not to smile 

When I saw your face

Again for the first time.

Oh! But I swear 

It's that little butterfly 

Playing inside my heart

That made me do it.

Oh! But I swear 

I no longer had feelings 

It's just the beating 

Of my heart you're hearing.

Remembers

 But I remember it all

So well like

The rivers remember all the rocks

That seeped through as it flows.

I remember it all

So well like

The waves remember the shores

That touched its edges as it crashed.

And I remember it all

So well like 

The rains that never touched the ground,

As it evaporates while hanging but never falling at all.

Murmuration

 You are soaring high

But never against the tide,

Like a flight-full bird 

Who believed he has the freedom.

But did it ever cross your mind

That you are just a follower,

Of whatever life has to offer.

And just as you thought 

You're in heaven...

Alas! It's murmuration.

After Forever

 But after forever 

Could we meet again 

By chance?

In a crowded streets 

Or in a cafe?

Would it matter if 

You don't even recognize 

My face.

I know my heart 

Will skip again 

With just a glance of yours.

After forever 

While our hearts are changing 

Healing yet calloused,

Can we meet again 

By the second chance?

In a couple of years or ten

Does it matter?

My heart will skip again

By just a glimpse in your eyes.

After forever 

With our lives older

Maybe wiser and colder,

I hope we meet again 

By another chance.

I kept a butterfly 

Just in case

To make your heart flutter 

By just a single smile.

The Gold and the Water

 The gold may glitter,

The gold may have it's price.

But the water has its value

It's worth brings forth life.

So let me remind you that...

You are like the water...

Soft but not fragile.

You can endure whatever shape and temperature life has to offer.

And most importantly...

You are not what you "have"...

You are what you're "made of".

Your wealth does not define your worth.

For Art is a piece of mind.

 

 But it always goes back...

Goes back to that same line,

About the girl you say I shouldn't worry about.

And with all my thoughts overflowing,

I pour my heart in a cup

To make it empty.

So I could unlove you.

Magic

 Oh but you used to believe in magic,

The flying lights, the colours and bubbles,

Until reality has bitten you.

Marks of it's teeth are still in your flesh,

As the poison travels toward your heart,

Darkening your soul,

Dimming all the lights until they're no longer shining,

And the antidote you're needing 

Was just a hoax,

Leaving your faith...

Dead.

Like a love lost,

You continue to exist but no longer living.

And isn't you,

An epitome of a vampire

Who lost his life

But continues to live forever.

And isn't  magic after all,

To still live when you're already dead.

 Once upon a time...

The world was an apple.

Until life caught us all up in the middle,

Then it turned into lemons.

Fallacious Beautiful Truth

 But never put your faith 

In your memories.

Oh! For they are but fragments 

Of little lies,

Shades of white and gray,

And all the colors of the prism.

Transcends as anamnesis

Of how you want to remember 

The things that happened 

And how you wanted it to be.

Altering the history 

Of your own version of stories,

Tales of folks

Created by your reverie.

Your memory is a poison 

Forging its way as an antidote.

From lies to becoming your beautiful truth.

Your fallacious beautiful truth.

Rain and Coffee Mood

The blend of scents 

Of coffee and petrichor

Coalesced with the breeze 

Of early autumn blow

Melding and caressing 

Senses so appealing 

Finding its way

Zephyr to my heart.

Home in the City

I've traded my memories 

For the oblivion 

Of the space between happiness 

And sorrow.

To float.

Numb.

And in the shades of greys,

I heard voices

Of the ghost 

Retuning back.

And so my heart remembers

Those memories 

That I've sold a thousand forgotten times.

And in the glistening drops of rain,

A Hiraeth envelopes my soul.

Reminding me

That you were my home

In this busy City.

A Delicate Flash

 But we were never meant to burn,

Not even embers 

To keep warm

In the midst of the winter.

We were just a spark.

A fleeting moment of light.

Not even a smoke to trace

What once were.

We were a delicate flash.

A kindle too weak 

In the midst of a blow,

To even form a fire.

 There is a place 

In your heart 

Called abyss.

A place where thoughts are buried.

In oblivion.

But neither theories nor algorithms can explain,

How these lost memories 

Traces their way back.

Familiar and forgotten feelings.

Fragments of pain and bliss.

Mosaic and abstract.

Into one masterpiece...

Blended into distinct emotion.

Peace with My White Dress

 And in the silence of the night

I stopped screaming.

And I whispered in the most sincerest 

And tranquil way with the wind - 

"I forgive you".

Absquatulated with my supposed to be fate,

Time doesn't chase me anymore.

I've made peace with my white dress a long time ago

Anymore

 But does being strong makes you happy?

Does your scars makes you braver than before?

Does the past and the memories makes you feel nostalgic?

That even the ghost that you're most afraid of

Doesn't make you shiver anymore. 

It can haunt you but you're not scared anymore.

 We created lots of memories

Without a story.

Somewhere all along we lost the magic of making beautiful tales.

Myths of love yet untold.

Blended with pain and chaos.

Somewhere all along.

We die unrequited and unknown.

Algorithms

 And in the midst of grey

There you are standing,

Between the space

Of memory and oblivion.

A tormenting phase

Of tristesse.

Moving forward...

Breathing...

Beating...

But the heart can still be unlock

By your algorithms.

But if we are to collect stones, how will we know which one to throw?

And if we are all graphites, how will we know which one will turn into diamonds? 

 But somewhere

In a distant parallel 

We are ourselves 

But the better versions 

Having the impeccable closure

Painful 

Peaceful 

Beautiful.

I didn't know it was my chance 

Until I stepped back.

And now you remember me

As the girl who run away.

 A simple 🥂 for the beginning 🙏😊❤️

If you can't read notes...

Then listen to it,

Sing with it,

Dance with it.

Who says music is meant to be read, anyway?

Climb with You

 There's a difference between the person trying to help you to get up when you're down...

And the person who goes with you to the bottom just to climb with you again.

Tarnished, But Never Broken

 Paper Dolls, beaded bracelets and alloy rings,

It is a rarest find...

To have it tarnished but still... 

Not shattered...

Never broken.

Thoughts and Ponders

 Ever wonder why in “ALMOST” all the great love stories you have read or heard, one of the lovers falls in love first before the other will finally feel the same way too? Did you ever wonder why they can't fall in love at the same time?

Well, I've realized that if two people will fall in love at the same time, at the same velocity, at the same force, at the same acceleration... then they will land at the same time. 

If they will land at the same time... then they can never catch each other, right? Both of them will end up hurt, broken and shattered into millions of pieces... then they can never be together.

So each love stories are designed to be twisted in a way that one of them falls in love first so that when he/she reached the ground, he/she could catch the other one when the time finally comes for the other one to fall too.

 On the other hand, if the first one who fell broke down into pieces, then the other one could gather up all the pieces to make it whole again.

Beautiful Hearts 💖❤️💝

Beautiful hearts

Entangled with strings,

Both broken and attached.

Creating chaos,

Reflecting ugly illusions ,

Tampering all the colorful truths

With black and gray imaginations. 

But if we look back from where it all came from,

All the ugliness traces back

To one true thing...

That they are all beautiful hearts 

Just entangled with strings,

Both broken and attached.

Creating chaos,

Reflecting ugly illusions,

Tampering all the colorful truths

With black and gray imaginations.

Heartbreaks and Music

Because when heartbreaks become music,

And pain becomes your home,

There is a deep sense of uncomfortable belongingness,

An awkward form of happiness,

Springing forth from the embers

Of once burning and scourging flame.

Something Beautiful and Meaningless

Something beautiful and meaningless 

Rooted from something dire but meaningful experience,

Has become one person

Carrying his past, present and future.

He could not unload any of it,

So he just made himself stronger,

To be able to bear the weight of it  all.

 It's ok to sa NO...

But it's not ok to say it in a rude way.

 Be thankful for the tears

For it cleanses your soul.

Be thankful for it

For it washes out the pain in your heart.

Be thankful for the tears welling up to your chin,

Be thankful for it stays below your nostrils,

So you can still breath 

And not drowning by your own tears.

Margin of Error

But Math is a constellation 

Of numbers in the vast galaxy of theories.

And even the insignificant stars has a place in the sky

And so are all the numbers infinity.

But Math is an art

In the mind of its beholder.

And so it thought my heart,

To love all the numbers...

But only keep the One.

 

And so I learned that One is greater than a thousand,

One is greater than infinity.

One is the sum

Of all the numbers in the probability.

And with all the conversions, 

The variables and fractions,

I learned that in the margin of errors,

One is constant in all the equation.

The Chance

 Are you ready for a chance?

Cause this might be your last.

I guess we don't need to be ready all the time,

We just have to jump when we feel like jumping.

Let alone the world to watch your madness,

Let alone if there's somebody who will catch the fall,

Let alone the after effects, 

Just live and savor the moment... 

The feelings...

And just be happy.

Of Sparks, Smokes, and Embers

 I touched you for a second and it made a spark, 

But that spark burned my whole lifetime.

But maybe the burning flame in my heart,

Could turn all the bad memories  into ashes. 

And when all the smokes and embers are gone,

And all the memories of warmth has been forgotten, 

I'll hang a glow-in-the-dark star,

To make me believe that once I caught a spark.

The Myth

 But maybe you're not a myth,

Maybe you're not a fantasy,

You're just a rarest kind of something,

That is hard to find on earth.

And if someone else found you first,

The thought of it  makes  my heart aches, 

Makes me jealous and wanna cross all the lines,

To get there where you are.

Through the Lens (P3)