*For the soldiers that enter but never leave the battlefield. I bid my loved ones quite possibly the last time As they watch me stride off to the battlegrounds This roaring in my ears I hear Should fear be this loud? There are shots and red and unblinking eyes It makes me wish to run… Continue reading A Soldier’s Last Entry
|| Noun || I wanted you to love me, so I became everything you love. I was gentle, caring, sensitive, easy going. But I'm not going to be that person anymore. I realised I was nothing but a colouring book to you. I'm not some object for you to recreate, I'm someone for you to… Continue reading Storybooks
_______________________________________________________ "You can't have a rainbow, without a little rain."
His lips was against my wounds Sealing them up with a kiss From then on I thought it was okay to fall Because my wounds will always heal Yet his lukewarm breath is no longer there To breathe onto my cuts and make them feel sane So I made a ghost out of the past… Continue reading My Past
Admit it, we have all destroyed ourselves and torn ourselves into little shreds on purpose before. For the sole reason of wanting to see who will be waiting to clean up our mess. And when we find out there's nobody but us at the end of the day, we unravel even more as if there… Continue reading Abstract Art
|| Noun || I've seen many cases of so called Love. If love is to be stuck in screaming matches and broken empty houses, I'll pass. - a.h.
I've never been to the Great Wall of China nor to the Nigara Falls. Never travelled out of Asia nor visited a countryside. Never flown a plane nor travelled by sea. But my heart must be mistaken: I feel it beating and pumping as though I've done all of these, whenever I'm with you. -… Continue reading Travelling The World In A Day
My writings are about you. You when you're asleep, you when you're talking, you when you're holding me. Maybe I'm obsessed with trying to weave you into my world of words and stories because I wish to find a piece of you in it that nobody else has. And even if they are just falsified accounts… Continue reading The World Of Lies
There's this song I listen to every night to fall asleep It tells of addiction and sweet nothings And whispering dreams As the first chords struck the strings in my battered bones I hug the blankets tighter and closer and up to my chin Staying in this state of meloncholy warmth Of flashblacks of joys… Continue reading A Song That Jests At My Wounds
I think it not but they think it blind Do you think it so? I think it is merely just misdefined By those who boasts and make a show Those kings who rule with feelings They sit under the sycamore tree like a fool Think of others as their backings While making themselves artificial mules… Continue reading Separate Entities