To the unreached dream


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Broken dreams
Free spirit soars high

In the sky of hope
Kindles and tickles
Pieces on the floor
It will someday be whole

Fragments still defy
Echoes of mercy
In your life, lifts light

Your presence is a gift
It has been, as always..

(I wrote this yesterday for a friend. We had a nice talk about unattained dreams and hopes, but life goes on. I believe God has a greater plan and besides, it’s never too late. He said “Sometimes, you just have to motivate yourself, because there’s no one else to motivate you. I salute him. I think I just found a long lost brother in him.)

“Coffee Girl”


That secret poison I drink
With my heart kept pounding
A light-bulb in my head
Thoughts flow in my bed

Like a river across the mountain
I was into place I’ve never been
Creatures and events happen
You watch it like a sequel

A stone in a brown liquid form
Drown my mind in the storm
But a fish will always swim
Upstream or downstream, but it won’t drown


Movies, Poetry, Love – An addictive potion to taste.


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Seriously, I fell in love with Jane Austen’s love story.

You were walking in the woods.

Then you meet someone arrogant, then you meet love.

And you were caught off guard.

Then the sea of emotions drown you in.

You feel you can really fly.

So you write and let it out.

Then when it’s all there, you give up.

He gives up.

Then after summer and spring, he chose someone else.

Then you meet his daughter.

Then she asks you to read.

With pure innocence that you were once fueled by his father’s presence.

That’s just so horrifying and inspiring.

Becoming Jane 2007 Movie Cover taken here:

Becoming Jane 2007 Movie Cover taken here:



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Have I got my May wrecked
On the twentieth when you stepped
Did it forward to his February
Does silence gives me a sanctuary?

Will you dump the cloth if not mine?
Why am I feeling wasted over time?
And on a white car
Do crossroads give rewind

And if my feet got sprained
Will there be someone to get here
Will he bring a bottle of iced tea
Paired with biscuits and cold drink

Will he get in an office Wednesda-te?
And see me laugh, see my eyes at night late
Will he wet his hair in rain?
And wait for my sweet revenge?

If my memory serves me right
You should have not left that night

But I ran first and left you crying
Now, what makes sense is really nothing



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You were long hidden
In every rhyme I write
Lies your shadows beneath
Lives a memory of friendship

The moon always tell
Tales of you when we’re under
The same sky we both breathe
A pink candle of love you lit

I was young and knew nothing
That we could be something
I stopped living when you leave
In stories I write, I started living

Pieces of ship, found on my notes
Drowning in the river where I throw
If butterflies have told me back then
It will all be different

It’s a matter of choice you made
As you watch me go in a road I take
You will still be a shadow
No matter what I do

“Last November”


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Last November
Do you remember
You held my hand
Til we land

In the air
We smiled
Floating, flying
Swimming, sinking

In the Spring time
You said you’re mine
But you’re back
A man I don’t recognize

Bushes and campfires
Elusive dreams in my eyes
You brought them back to life
You got me back

Last November
You were sweeter
We in one sweater
Under a freezing weather

“Where were we?”


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Twenty five in December
I was a dying ember
Her sweetness, I resemble
Her pale skin, I don’t assemble

That coffee I vomit
She says she’ll commit
A birthday card can say it
Hidden meaning, so you resubmit

So you took a sip of tea
And you were so surprised
A drop from my eye – tears
Guess I needed some advise

Where we we, darlin?
Is it still 2013?
Or maybe you were caught past
It’s me you’re with
Should haven’t took fast.

“Run after rain”


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We passed the trail
I saw an old train
And you told a story
Of your love gone debris

And that memory
I can’t deal entirely
So I left you talking
And draw a lane – walking

Yes, you cross the white lane
two steps closer to fame
When the game is over
You will no longer feel me

My tears got the rain falling
And I ran after them, calling
Fifty horse power won’t get me
Any man, anyone like you

Memory Lane


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I got down
And see the street lights
The cars passing by
Stuck in the headlight

I’ve seen bestfriends become lovers
We’ve eaten their left overs
What’s left with us,
Is the piece of junk way back past.

I’ve watch lovers love
Like I did before
I’ve watched them fall apart
I’ve felt their beating heart

Baby there’s no ticket to the past
There’s nothing you can do
We didn’t make it last
Just throw your love to the past

“267,580,800 SECONDS”


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I was trying to rewrite
A love story that’ll never come back
Mornings that will not happen again
But will age with a broken fence

You said I put colors in your life
But as time pass by
You take away my colors
Til I’m black and white

But I’m not numb to feel
I’m just dumb to think
Does age excuse my foolishness?
Does experience explain your fondness?

Thrice the pain when you said hello again
I was like a machine that can’t reciprocate
So I write in a poem to throw my feelings away
It can no longer be us, at the end of the day

74,328 hours I spend thinking
But even a split second won’t get me anything
The value I gave to our moments together
Is the same price I’m paying to get you off my head


“Loud minds: Silent mouths”


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I walked in the lane
Where you stand beside
The pits got me in
While you talk, I’m shattered

And I wondered why I can’t
Collapse and leave that card
We were so close walking
While my heart flies a distant taking

If you can see how unlikely
Your smile when you felt lucky
But I’m tossing your luck

My mind speaks so loud
I have to close my mouth

What does it says?
Baby you don’t know how to read

Monster eyes, don’t look at me


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Husky eyes
They stared at me
Like a terror in the night
I’m being terrified

Soundwaves get so low
To where creatures howl
The thread inkling looks to thin
Cells explode to their looks within

Bluff, puff, bloody eyes
Don’t stare at me
I can get no sleep
Please let go of me


“Ode to one who had broken smile”


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You’re a young soul
So quick to believe
So deep to dream
With a little self-esteem

So you waited for the train
But it did pass, you’re vain
So you shed the pain
And put it in the letters of stain

In your younger years
You believe love exists
So I held your hand
And covered your eyes

Your senses are speaking
Universe is in your heart
Though destroyed dreams had you
And made your smile broken,

You still wear your heart on your sleeve
And to that I was astounded to believe.




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The sound of your voice
is like a drug to my soul
I so long to hear everytime

Our eyes were so connected
Before we knew we’re intoxicated
We’re already infected

You’re absence is so devouring my strength
It had got me conquered
Though I never wanted another

And in my youth if I love you
Will you promise to not leave me
When I’m old and lonely?

If I give you everything
Will you share a smile each morning?
Will you kiss me each evening we see?



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