Dawn of the Clouds

Different people, Have different characters, Different people, Choose to love or hate embers. Still, One’s hate or love, is their will a focus on “a stuff”. How do our will, Differ with love or hate, when even melted steel, will not change its state. Show me your will, if you want me dear, Show me your will, if you’re loveliest person here. Poof! Time is out, You are no longer in love or hate, I saw your will clear and heard it loud, After I attended your masquerade. Goodbye my heart, Goodnight my love, Good morning hatred, Welcome to...

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White Dream

It sure is a chilly night,hope the bed bug won’t bite,you will dream that life is white,just stay asleep through the night.Close your eyes dear,and set your mind free,there lies a path that is clear,there the dream shall start underneath a tree.It is warm, it is red, and it is me,we shall lie in the beat of two,the sweet lullaby is now sang to me,and I shall then hum the same tune too.As we are about to share the twilight kisswhere white is no longer white,do not be sad and enjoy the blissof being still and I will hold you tigh...

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The 5 things

Hello! So its been a year I guess. As per the headline, lets make it quick on the 5 things that I think its good to share on. Number one: I do not take advice from people who have not been in the situations or problems I am dealing with. Because they tend to give me things they thought would do best on me; which is so wrong; rather than to place themselves in my shoes and try to figure out things from here. Number two: I dislike some girls who keep on complaining about their ages once they turn into twenty. Your life span not...

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Murder

Stab every corner of my heart And play me a Mozart Rip me open from the inside Leave me at the bedside Run over me with your Camaro As I pray for tomorrow Strangle me in Venus While I muffle in emptiness I lost my sanity When you cage me with anxiet...

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Remembering you...

This morning I dreamt about you Moved on, this journeyman does Sweet scents never fade away This morning I wake up Searching for you since the world isn’t so vast like the last time when you loved this man This morning yet I am happy to the fullest I have found you... in the form of poetry and memori...

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Plants and flowers

perfume, he reminds me of a spicey scent, it breathes into me like how lovers bend… lovers bend like plants and flowers sprawled on a stained bed- he told me he loved me- but now he is dead- touch, he adores me of so much intent, content, it stalks me by wire like how lovers grow  and so they grow like fire.. they grow like plants and flowers garnished on black soil -is his skin- he told me he’ll never leave me but now he’s buried in-between- chillis, hot(knot)-tongued squeezing through and through, like how lovers entangle..and those lovers they entangle under sky blue they tangle like plants...

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Rants

Everything takes patience now. Got my first wage. Feel proud of self haha. Still. I ain't buyin anything yet. Coz I havta use it for my next plan and stuffs. Not gonna work for the rest of my life so I will make sure to be organized and systematic in my future plans (may Allah ease). Feels like after this I need to start bringing food from home instead. But always tempted to buy takeouts. But yeah.. hoping that this time I won't have problems with salaries anymore. Hope that I will get my next pay on time and stuff. Hope that things go well. I won't have anything much left. So, yeah. Patience. Be patient is not easy. But...

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It’s that fear of…

It’s that fear of sadness and being sad It’s that fear of being disappointed It’s that fear of expecting too much after telling yourself not to It’s that fear of seeing the people you love walk away from you It’s that fear of loneliness despite the noisiness It’s that fear of having yourself hurt It’s that fear of wanting something but not knowing what it is It’s that fear of having your heart breaks and broken It’s that fear of having to pick yourself up It’s that fear of having to walk in bruises It’s that fear of telling yourself,...

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