with you

i will not promise
but i will write
as much as i can
here in my heart
you'll never be forgotten

since life is a work of art
i hereby sketch you
in words that i know

i will make you alive
that even in your absence
i'll still be standing here
to see and embrace
the past that i spent
with you

Journey with Lucy

in the darken room we hold
the imperceptible light of the candle

blackout must have taken away
the light that we borrowed to see

insufficient oxygen
for us to inhale

determination moved us
to travel along with the past

the ten-day journey
the recollection

the walk, the climb
the talk, the laughter

on foot we go
back to our memories

that has lead us to know
what has happened
and what is coming

this life may bring us
someday in the future

the journey with Lucy
thus taken only
in the classroom with me.

they didn't know it's real meaning

anger, fear, envy, jealousy

what more do they know of me?
what else do they want from me?

isn't it me who knows what is best?
isn't it me who can tell how i really feel?

yes, i feel disappointed, frustrated
i resented why they judge me more
and not knowing me instead

i could have been open to them
i could have told them
that i need understanding
than the judgments
they throw against me

how sure are they to know?
that i doubted and i regretted
from the fact that
they didn't know its real meaning

Lucy

Lucy the light , my light
you who belong to sky of diamonds
that made you as brilliant
as it is -- you are
who embrace the darkness
you encounter
and savor the pain you undergo
in your journey
they all made you stronger
and bring you to light
as i am now looking up to you
how can i be like you--strong, tough
and never fail to adjust
at whatever changes may come
wonderful Lucy like diamonds
polished by the past
and by the nature of time
that desired to tear you apart
but never succeeded
for you're unbreakable
i am dazzled

the seed

the seed will sprout
enough to carry a nest
of birds that may fly
beyond the clouds
while you and I
sit down at its foot
of the former
grain that we planted
our hairs maybe white
but our love is never fading

Should I?

should i say hold me?
should i ask you to love me?

what should be the right thing to say?

yes, i want you near me
for my life is hell
without you loving me

memories i dreamed about

i miss the times we've shared
the kisses, the hugs
and the teasing we've made
in the bed we call our own heaven

but now it's fading--
you hardly see me and my cravings
now i'm lost without the caresses
and the romances once told to be ours

hopeful we have the old pages again
and read the thrilling words
of "i love yous"
that makes me warmer
while we're on our way

but those...
will just be memories
i dreamed about

The wicked witch

The wicked witch has fallen
when he desired to catch the silver shoes
but never did he succeeded
when the girl turned toward her
and pour down the water
he never expected to be the answer.

Poor witch,
now he's just a memory.
He's just melted away with
his greed and avidity
for power to procure the girl
he longed to have as his possession.

Morning Blues

cool morning
cool thinking
collecting memories
from the dreams
i had in my sleep

cool beginning
a terror in the end
just like the rain
that falls simultaneously
with my tears

hardly recognized
deceived by the smile
my face is wearing.

No words

I haven't told you what's in my mind
I can't dare tell you honestly

I wish I had the courage
I wish I had the words

I hate but I'm scared
My heart has felt the worst

I swear I never hurt anyone
I used to be
Now I regretted.