Thursday, October 23, 2014

When Strangers Meet

You grab me by the waist
Slowly owning me
With your bare hands
I unbuckle your belt
Thinking this could finally be right
You take off my crumpled blouse
As you look at me with your lying eyes
On top of you
Kissing your damp mouth
As I sigh
Not of relief

Monday, September 29, 2014

30-Word Story

I wish I was able to do more of that with you.
That could have been the two of us, you know?
But hey, cheers for getting your life together! 

Sunday, September 14, 2014

I used to love the rain

I have a good idea, and then I get this sudden urge to run to you, and tell you all about it.

I come across a beautiful song with crazy melodic lines, and I want you to listen to it with me.

I've got a lot of time to spare, and I think of wasting it with you.

I can't solve a math problem, and think about asking you for help.

I have a bag of chips, and it's you I want to share it with.

It rains, and I remember you. We used to exchange stories with the noise of raindrops hitting our roofs, not minding what the storm brought.

Thursday, August 14, 2014


You are like the epitome of a sunny day. I don’t know how you do it, but you have this way of making everything funny when life is actually full of bullshit. 

You are the smartest person that I know, and you don’t even try. I love your thoughts, and there was never a time when I haven’t learned a thing from what you said. 

You are too genuine and I still have to get used to that because its still so overwhelming every time. 

You have the most beautiful eyes. They’re small but they see through my soul. I also love the way they squint when you laugh.

And how can I ever deprive the world of the person that you are? I am more than lucky to have encountered you in my life. 

You’re one in a million, and I am so in love with you. 

Thursday, August 7, 2014


the sun’s up 
and so am I 
go down 
break my fast
coffee drops 
on my lap
hung up 
from thoughts
of yesterday
put on 
my monday dress
walk to my destination
laugh to forget

the moon is up 
and so am I
go up 
put on the sheets
on pillow cases
closed eyes 
pretends to forget

Friday, August 1, 2014

Painted Faces

I like meeting new people. That first wave of a hand. That exciting moment when you just freak out because of a discovery that you actually listen to the same bands and meanwhile, you grow really fond of each other. All those getting to know process excite me. It's strange though how despite all of these, something will still be amiss. Something will always bring you back to an old face. 

Tuesday, July 22, 2014


Strange how I get this sort of comfort through the conversations we have. They’re like a constant reminder that I will always have a venue for my very personal thoughts and feelings. I used to hope that this thing will be given its second chance and turn out to be something more, something stable once again. But right now, I’d say I’m content. There’s nothing more I could ask for than this. Those nonsense remarks of yours keep me sane. The random-laughing-for-no-reason moments will probably be the best. Even if we don’t often say it to each other anymore, or perhaps not at all, I think we both know that the love is just gonna be there.