… rather than butterflies. I was young and naive when I had my first skips of heartbeats. I was childish back then when we ended up carving our names under that old maiden tree. But I grew up, and I realized what you meant with your darkness that the facade of light absorbed all of…
Read moreLet me color your world dear.
And it’s okay if we sometimes use our wrists as a canvass. It’s okay if we hold the knife as if we’re pertaining to the finest brushes ever made. It’s okay if we cut our souls out, get our hearts tattooed with flaws, fail and fail all over again and love like it’s always our…
Read moreHow’s life, childhood friends?
Like most other friendships, ours also ended with the cliché clause, “we just stopped talking”. I tried but it was harder than I thought. I’ve realized that we were so in love having the best time of our childhood years, we were so happy running and playing random games in front of our houses, on…
Read moreAnd if ever you’re longing for my presence,
just visit me in the place where I am resting forever. Don’t forget to bring the most beautiful flower in our garden and my favorite liquor, you know how much I love those. But darling, I love you more than anything in this world, we may not have the best father and daughter bond in…
Read moreDetach
You were never made just to please others with the things they thought you don’t have. It has always been like that. Perhaps, you’d be scarred if you choose their happiness over yours or you’d be selfish for choosing yourself instead. It would never be easy having the love you wanted for your own heart….
Read moreTell me how it feels?
And perchance, somewhere in time, we will cross each other’s path again and by that time, I would be lying if I tell thee that I have forgotten every single pain you’ve caused — the pain that I’ve carried within my psyche. Those unsavory noises still hunt me in my sleep, in my darkest moment,…
Read moreCan you still be my poetry this time?
You can stop writing if your pens ran out of ink. You can always stop visualizing metaphors for someone who never loved sugarcoating, and the expressions you showed really didn’t matter because after all, every piece would end in a period. You can always stop heartbreaks from being the subject and Schoenberg’s complexity to transform…
Read moreYou are too good to live in this cruel world.
Starting from this moment, I will no longer be able to hear your soft barks every time you see me. Starting today, I’ll practice myself to stop looking for your shadows and the gentle of your hands. You’ll be remembered — not as a dog who served for our kindred for how many years but…
Read moreDo you still think of me like how I always think of you?
Whatever we do from moving on and forgetting — in every night we wasted for a cream-colored paper aching for the metaphors we had in mind — we always end up looking down to someone in a white-tucked glee on a wooden chair by two in the afternoon. Whatever we do, we always have that…
Read moreLet me come back like…
… it’s the third of May — messy hair, tucked pajamas, and a face of an almond-colored brow. Let me come back to where I was used to when I thought I couldn’t find myself the moment you broke a part of me. Let me come back to where I’ll forever stay — like a…
Read moreAnd if only our afterlives exist,
I’d still wait for you in a place where flowers bloom but never wilt. Because in there, I found you first in our present — and in there, I’m sure I can find you again in our next. – El
Read moreGrandma was right.
Falling in love is the best part of living. It brings out the creativity you’ve been hiding. It makes people strive hard just to impress someone they love. It could lead you to write hundreds of poems and compose millions of songs. Love is so powerful that it could change someone’s entire life but sometimes…
Read moreTo the man I’d always dream before
You should greet me for waking my mornings up realizing how good my sleep was — because you weren’t there. I had my cup of milk and it felt like living a life without you as a part of it once. And I should tell you — if only I had my chances — sleep…
Read moreMaybe.
But maybe I love the stars not because I love darkness and loneliness and comfy blankets tucked under during my 10 PMs. But maybe I love the stars not because of anxiety attacks or childhood beliefs of shooting stars granting wishes for my 15-year old innocence. But maybe I love the stars, not because of…
Read moreI was the words…
… who you never tried to read, I was the song you never wish to listen to, and I was the beat you never tried to dance. And even if your hair turns gray and might vanish me in your memory, I will always be the art waiting for you to appreciate me. You will…
Read moreToday is when I’ll forget…
… how your lips told me stories of happy-ever-afters after a hurricane. Today is when I’ll forget your smiles that showed me a magical world behind the roaring thunders. Today is when I’ll forget how I felt comfort in your hands for the first time in lightyears and how your eyes trapped me in a…
Read moreEven if my name doesn’t sound the same way for you,
even if our hearts would never meet the way we do, and even if we are destined no more — I’d still hope to meet you in the next life. Because in there, my heart would still beat for you.” – El (Meet me in my afterlife)
Read moreLost
Everything seems calm Like the emptiness of my palm Not until you came again And disturb me in my gin I gave you the purest love I have You gave me flowers made of lies But I am still and forever be a fool I still love your fake love after all I am fierce…
Read moreAnd suddenly, we stop talking again.
All those laughters and dramas we shared are now part of the past, our past. Now, I am just a memory on your mind slowly subsiding, slowly fading and will soon to vanish. You might forget every details of me but I treasured you somehow that I have recorded every memories of ours on my…
Read moreThe wind shrilled and screamed…
.. on a windy Friday night. It was so cold yet we are still sitting on the white sand at the edge of the seashore. I look at my watch and realized it was quarter to 11 PM already yet we are just there admiring the beauty of the different shades of blue that the…
Read more