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"when my hand start talking, my tongue could only listen. "

Thursday, September 22, 2016

A bleep

That is I.
For so many years I exist
On this everchanging radar.
Somedays I bleep brighter,
Somedays slightly dimmer
and somedays none at all.
One thing for sure,
however bright I become,
I remain a bleep.

Not that I'm complaining tho.

I can assure you I'm a pretty happy bleep.
Because in this everchanging radar,
A handful of souls, good souls, saw me
The bleep.
And I, the bleep, can't be thankful enough.

So even though I might get jealous of the stars that shine so bright in the night sky,
I can safely say this for sure,
I won't change my place as a bleep for anything, even the star.

Because anyone can appreciate a star, but only a few,
Exceptional souls,
can appreciate a bleep.

Tuesday, June 21, 2016

Metal

You see,
If you didn't take care of your oral health,
Your gum might not be strong enough
To support your tooth,
And as a result, your gum bleeds.
When that happens, you will accidentally
Taste your own blood and swallow it.

You see,
Blood tasted exactly like metal, 
Like if you lick the metal tap, 
The weird and pungent taste,
Like something that has been left out
 in the sun for too long, it turned bad,
Rusty and nauseating.

You see,
I tasted blood right now,
And sadly it's not from my gum,
It is from my head
It is from my heart.


Tuesday, February 23, 2016

death sentence

before I face God,
I have a confession.

I was never brave before,
as I had always chosen the safest route possible.

I was never courageous before,
as I lived my life hidden behind a mask.

I was never totally honest before,
I convinced myself that I have shed away the mask,
but all I did was making it less thicker and that's it.

I was never wise before,
as I sowed wisdom into people's mind,
feeling proud that I made changes to people's life,
but rarely take heed of it myself.

I was never truly humble before,
as I consciously parade my blessings,
but acting as if I'm oblivious of them,
and secretly snickered at those who doesn't own them.

I was never the person I made people thought I was.

It used to be hard to live in that facade,
but as time passed by, 
the facade has turned into my second skin.

Now, in this spot, I have been stripped bare.

Everything is transparent.

There's no mask, no hole, no facade, no nothing for me to run and hide anymore.

It is strange. I previously thought this transparency would kill me.
Instead, I feel somewhat--



elated.

But, what difference will this realization make now? It is the end anyway.

Devastating as it is, there's a fact that I couldn't change;

the end of me is the end full of
regrets.