Rain

Awaken at night
I glance at the window
Dark clouds everywhere
And thunder one could hear

A drop of water rolls down my cheek
Where are they from?
I wipe, and a little stream forms
I am weak after all

Dewdrops on windows, drop by drop
I tell myself, it's going to be fine
Close your eyes
And the rain will be over soon


What should I do?
The rain becomes heavier
And my heart aches more

What can I do?
I look around, all I see is you
I can no longer hold it in



1153am
22/11/2017
Bintulu

My Imagination

I want the fall
To be the way I want
I wish the gingko leaves to be half-red
And half-yellow
I wish the maple leaves to be half-red
And half-sky blue
I desire the fields to have
The colours of the rainbow
And flying dragonflies
To be green, blue, and yellow
And frogs are croaking
With big eyes
Sing by the pond
On a rainy first day of fall


Still, I'm left with a broken heart
For what I want, wish, desire
Remains true
In my imagination


Borrowed, 637pm
Bintulu

The Boy/The Girl

The boy,

          He thought he knows the world
          That he is not afraid to sleep alone
          For problems he drowns with alcohol
          And bruises mend with smiles


The girl,

         Appears abruptly
         Four feet tall, she moves the world
         Though clumsy, with shaky hands
         She cruises through, strong and bold


Yet just another day, he speaks to himself,
No heavens amaze him, no dreams too great to fight,
Yet that day, he knows he is done for,
For his senses and soul, lost to the scent of that one cologne

And that's the day the boy meets the girl.


Written 1147
Paragon Bintulu
9/11/17

N x S

We are like magnets,
Lovable pieces,
With unique faces,
Much affection,
Much attraction,
Much inseparable between us

Leaves fall, flakes melt
That night,
Not a single star in the sky
You turned around
We grew apart
We became strangers



7/11/17
Prescribed in KL
Grand Millennium
2134

Wholeheartedly

You read it
But I doubt you'll know what is it
Wholeheartedly, an adverb
Divine, yet undefined
A mother's love towards her child
Or a man writing his vow for his bride-to-be
Or simply
Devotion of a gardener and his farm
Passion beamed by a conductor in an orchestra
Dedication of educators that know no boundaries
We are all, had, been on the same vessel
To give all out
And expect no returns
Solely it's worth it
Solace found in eluding fears and scars
Fuels the only desire
With never ending
Yet always gratifying
Sense of belonging
To love loved.



Scribbled Tower 1 Level 60
1825 6/11/17