I ran so fast in the race of love. Heavy breath till I reach the finish line They thought I was scared to love, so "I" broke his heart and got to the finish line. Was I a bolter in disguise or  An Escapist all this while I've seen many men, from shiny suit hipsters to grey-haired wisdom seeker...Read more

I always find you.  From the smell of my clothes  To the gust of wind moving, like fingers across my cheeks, reminding me how you used to say, "I love you more." Amidst the hubbub in the office, between pretentious people-pleasers, there's always one confident leader. In the confidence of the leader...Read more

Why does my room remind me of you? Curtains are flowing softly in the wind, and my weak, weak hands trying to grab them feel like the head that I touched. The ripples on my bedsheet engraved the silhouettes of you—our love.  My bed and my body feel lonely without yours.  The walls in the...Read more

To make you smile  I drew a picture of yours. Pink and red hearts are in glaor. With each thump of my heart, I drew the strokes of love and the vanishing of morse. I drew a flower, and I drew a cat. Why does love feel real? Can anyone answer me that?...Read more

Mom,  I'm sorry that you saw my blood trickling from my arms.  Tears are dripping from my face. Mom,  You saw my bruises underneath my clothes. I want to disappear; I just want to be felt and seen.  Mom, Can you hold me tight and tell me to survive? Why does everyone's life l...Read more

When I look back, I can see how far I've come. I could feel spring returning. Radiant flowers are blooming, and all the grey frost is thawing.  All the coldness is subsiding. Life is rejoicing.  As I look back on winter as I enter spring,. I saw all my old memories being frozen and then being ...Read more

Who do you see when you look into the mirror?  Do you feel the lingering and echoing voices, bursting voices from the guns of convinced interlopers from the army of conspirators who befriend your lover to turn them into haters? Or, You see, a valiant warrior, although maimed by the words, he's st...Read more

Just like that, everything melted away. My love burns the cigarette to ashes. My heart, pounds, and thrashes  Your lips gazed at my body like a landscape that your eyes had never seen. Melting of rose petals Cigarettes smell all over.  Smoke from the cigarette vanishes in thin air.  So did ou...Read more

"I have never felt stars shining in daylight Nor did I know what love feels like I forgot what love feels like You , made me feel a certain way, after a long despair winter , spring finally, came I could feel the butterflies moving, fluttering its soft wings inside me . It's a feeling that I...Read more

Damsels in prom dresses  Boys in suits and ties  Waiting to get picked up, like for the dream college they are trying to apply to. Dancing and mirth  Beguiling glances of young love befriending the glances of new found true love. Under the lonely mirrorball, they dance to the tunes of the ball....Read more

A glint of gold from his sweet little eyes  I believed it was gold, but it turned out to be pyrite. Beguiling glances that meet first won't make our density last. Tender glances that choose to see you every day, on the days where you don't stare... Those are the ones to keep and take care of....Read more

The eyes that I imagined weren't the eyes I saw. The folklore of young love passed down to me turned out to be a hoax, a flaw. I could see you and even feel you. A tattoo on your forearm of the waves. A dragon fly is imprinted on your left upper arm. I saw your cut on your lips, the way your ey...Read more

Oh-What I've become! I've become a commodity that is traded by many, touched by many, but loved by none. I'm the commodity whose skin has clawmarks and fingerprints of many, indelible, recurring yet forced to forget.  I yearn for the sunrise in someone's arms, but I end up banging people's...Read more

You would again, finally fall in love with a stranger , who was once nothing to you But now happens to be everything. As you both lay down on the meadow of the sunflower, The sun shines its rays on both of your faces. Its rays are shining, sparlsley while you You blush, and he chuckled under...Read more

Your memories are like sugar in my bitter coffee. Coffee before sugar seems to mimic the harsh reality.  But you made it taste pleasant. The dark brown liquid seems to taste fun. But sugar has to be dissolved in order to give the coffee its sweetness. Sometimes people's memories have to be diss...Read more