You're the scar
that everyone insists on
rubbing their finger in.
"Oops,"
they say as the blood starts
oozing again.

Then they leave me to
nurse my own wound.

There’s scars you’ve left behind
in me, on me,
emotional wounds
never vanish.

Flagellated this face,
choked this heart,
gushes of red-stained tears
from these lacerated eyes.

Scarify my cheeks
with streams of
white-hot memories
…**** you!

art has
no discounts;
it creates habits
which you can't support,
it creates
leftover
cigarette buds
which are suddenly
so attractive
and smokable.
it cuts scars
right open,
makes them
ripe
for seeding,
it rots the seeds,
proceeds to
plant them
in any
visible sore
and then,
one day,
you're suddenly
decaying.

art has
no discounts,
only one form of
contract-
"sign here
to agree
to a lack
of food
and an increase
in the rate
of your
mental
degeneration".

art has
no discounts;
yet here I sit,
writing,
because there's
no
universe
without
it .

People come into your life not for some reason but with a valid reason. They knock at our door always at the right time, never late, never early.

Some stay for a while, others may leave and then, they'd come back. You enjoyed every moment while they were still visible to your eye, audible to your ear and tangible by your touch.

Along the way, they made you laugh, made you cry, and may even hurt you. But, don't point fingers at them, don't blame them nor even desert them. Just keep mum and embrace the scar as a lesson learnt.

When it's time to say goodbye to these people, never hold back. Not everyone will make it to your future. Some are fitted to pass through to teach you lessons in life.


Should the day come and they realized your worth, that person they left behind may never be that same person again. And, that's for certainty.


I shed a tear today not just because I lost a friend. But, it is hurtful knowing that you were true to yourself as a friend. And, that you didn't actually lose a friend, but you just woke up and realized you NEVER had ONE.

people write about love
how forever sometimes feels alone,
that somewhere there is perfect one,

people write about broken heart,
not about those things they are attached to,
or how people are still holding onto old scars,

people write about loss,
how at the same time
a person is intimidate yet so tender,

people write about emptiness,
why memories never fade away,
or how they forget themselves
on the way of loving everything and everyone,

people write about prettiest smiles,
how joyfully they walked under the stars,
miles and miles,

but here i am
half broken, half in love

perhaps i don't write about
people who leave,
i write about those things
who stayed behind,
i write about moments
which feels like butterflies,
i write about you
so broken yet alive.

Choking on my doubts
Drown in indisicion
I couldn't wrong again
But if i could, i'll rather die.
Will you love me forever?
Because I know, i will.
Would you give a hand,
Or left me sink?
Sink in your eyes,
They like emerald sea
Thoughts of past tear me inside
They won't leave
I destined to live in sorrow
And die in disgrace
I must forget
Every word you said
And burn down
Every bridge i made
I will pray for you
And bury us alive.
This way we'll be together
Forever and ever.
Are we need each other?
Not anymore.
Will i die without you?
No. I already died Before.