Cut

I saw my reflection on the mirror
Agonizing toward parts that've gone
Mounted stuff on the floor
Give them none
Sympathy or more

Remedial

The youths stood in line
Outside the glass door
Pretend to be fine
With their shaking core
Their feet were in pain
Their eyes were blur
Fixing the ruin
Numbers of poor

Untitled

I hang your face in the clouds of romance

My feet shift toward you in awful craze

Thumping around you got me amaze

How breathless i absorb in your gaze

Happy to confess, I love you daily base

Crush

Windy night of scary potions

Turned to be sprinkle of red strawberry emotions

Warm fuzzy touch me on my skin

Wrapped me in

Glamorous mind of teenage fantasy

Will you be my baby?

Is there any twinkle in you?

Or i simply got blue?

Because i barely touched the ground

When you’re around

Uncertainty

Talking to the mirror
Looking at the sunken eyes
Aware of the present terror
And its horrible price
The pain burst in a gallore
Somehow prevent me from cries
Is it the fear talking more?
Or the wisdom that dies?

Walls

Tons of bricks standing
Keep away the grasses off my core
Views of vibrant street I once walked is attempting
So are the wind and weather like music in a roar
Among these walls I'm breathing
Shut the windows and numb the floor
If the wind come freezing
Am I wrong to close the door?

About writing

It is easier to read super thick books rather than writing a single paragraph.
I can spend hours dealing with unfamiliar words in an ebook that pops up on my laptop screen, writing and finding their meaning, even memorizing (some of) them. However, it is not that simple to write, simply just to write something on a blank page.
It is true that writing takes courage, a great deal more than just a skillful hand dancing on a piece of paper or wry mind that forms list of words. It is also true that, sometimes, my extremely high expectation on what I will write is killing my own strength to keep on writing. In fact, while I'm writing this down my inner critics keep yelling that my grammar is not right and that I can find better vocabularies to describe my thoughts.
I don't know for how long, but I determined to write everyday no matter how many BSs that I'm going to write, because sometimes those piece of shit writings is not bunch of shit writing at all, they are diamonds.


PS. So far, I've changed my blog's title three times already. I think I'm going to change it again and again until I find the right one.