poem

  • Should Let You Go!

    I should let you go!
    Even your T-shirt has let you go.
    But I just can’t.
    Your woody smell still invades my snouts when I think of you.
    A save heaven of smell especially when I have your white-T against my skin.
    I once felt safe, not knowing it was slowly turning me into an addict.
    An addict that could not…

  • Oops, I Beat You At Your Own Game!

    Oops, I beat you at your own game.
    It was never my intention, but it sort of happened.
    At last, considering how long I have been playing for and kept losing. 
    The fingers on my hands and feet aren’t enough to count the amount of times I have been defeated. 
    But not anymore!
    Finally, I’m able to pinpoint exactly where…

  • The Shining Knight That Never Returned

    My shining knight left and hasn’t returned.
    He said he was coming right back, but that right-back has turned into an eternity.
    Hope he knows his little princess anxiously awaits to hear the galloping of his horse.
    Late at night, she dreamed of him trading along the castle entrance all victorious after being gone for so long.
    All excitedly…

  • Change

        You tell me she has changed; maybe she has.
        Not because she wanted to, but because life forced her to.
        Trust me: she misses being the carefree and wild girl; she once was.
        Unfortunately, that girl is long gone without any trace of ever coming back.
        The memory…

  • To Be Free… Is What I Want

    Free like the wind caressing the air on a windy day
    Free like the birds flying high above the sky
    Free like a leaf floating down the river
    To be free is just what I want…
    But somehow it feels so out of reach
    Retain by fear, judgment, and self-doubt
    Like being locked up in a prison where no bars are…

  • Tick-Tock, Tick-Tock

    Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, the fast ticking sound of the clock gradually invades my mind as each second pass by.
    Patiently I sit in front and watch the hands of the clock go from one number to the other.
    It wouldn’t stop telling time, doesn’t matter how much I want it to stop.
    Instead, the hands of the clock…