Tender Ember...Barred and brandedto be forever unlovedI was a tender emberseeking solace from above...

Time is not ours and we would not own it. It does not wound us to say so.from the prose poem INNOCENCE

And you know what the worst thing was?The worst thing was that nobody ever believed how hard we tried.

Open the fridge and putMy heart on a plate.I'm just as you leftme, and I taste even betterleftover.

We need each other yet, we bleed each other of the very life we are all drowning in with one another...

The future belongs to all who, refusing to look back at the past move ahead with the clock as it ticks.

If you are a dreamer, come sit by my fire. For we have some flax-golden tales to spin; come in! Come in!

Life is so beautiful and so short that anything that makes me feel less than too much is nothing at all.

we are two like-minded creatures too well-matched, both equal halves of a whole not altogether wholesome

White IrisThe iris danced acrossthe ancient Grecian skiesgliding with her embossedsatiny milken sides ...

Everything I do you are here to give me an assurance that I will succeed. What an awesome Father you are.

MotherHushed and sacred silencefills the dawning skyI ponder in this momentof our journey which is nigh...

Kesalahan bukan milikmu.Tapi milikku seutuhnya.Aku yang bersalah.Karena tak mampu mengendalikan harapanku.

I think maybe today a poem I hopeafter breakfast I start tryingpulling it out of my own gutmostly by force

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