I need one right now
I'm tired
Mentally
Physically
Emotionally.
I wish time could stop
for a moment.
So I can calm down,
find myself,
explore solutions,
recharge my optimism,
And be truly
Truly happy.
~jangan singgah kalau tak masuk~
"when my hand start talking, my tongue could only listen. "
Monday, April 30, 2018
Monday, April 16, 2018
Will you?
You will like me
When we smile
You will love us
When we laugh
You will miss me
When everything's peachy
You will want me
When we have a lot
But I hope
You will like me
When we frown
You will love us
When we cry
You will miss me
When the sky's cloudy
And you will want me
When we have none.
When we smile
You will love us
When we laugh
You will miss me
When everything's peachy
You will want me
When we have a lot
But I hope
You will like me
When we frown
You will love us
When we cry
You will miss me
When the sky's cloudy
And you will want me
When we have none.
Abstract painting
Once upon a time
She was white
Blank, perhaps pure,
Like the rest of them.
But then, time showed up.
And Time is an artist,
Word is an artist,
Choices too-- an artist.
They came with invitations.
But sometimes they just barged in,
And they smeared their markings
Of permanent inks,
Harshly, gently, swiftly, slowly
To form their versions of her.
Now she is no longer pure
But an abstract marvel instead.
Some love her, some don't,
And in wretched times, she doesn't too.
There are still some white on her.
But she is now
Painfully, beautifully,
tainted.
She was white
Blank, perhaps pure,
Like the rest of them.
But then, time showed up.
And Time is an artist,
Word is an artist,
Choices too-- an artist.
They came with invitations.
But sometimes they just barged in,
And they smeared their markings
Of permanent inks,
Harshly, gently, swiftly, slowly
To form their versions of her.
Now she is no longer pure
But an abstract marvel instead.
Some love her, some don't,
And in wretched times, she doesn't too.
There are still some white on her.
But she is now
Painfully, beautifully,
tainted.
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