For Father & Mother

Swimming in the sea of despair 

Looking for Mother and Father somewhere

They promised that they’ll come back in Winter

Patiently waiting for them by the river

There goes Mother with her new lover

There goes Father trying to recover

And I am still here by the river

Stuck with the thought of us to come back together

Pick me up

Big sister pick me up, pick me up from my misery

Big sister pick me up, pick me up Depression is killing me

Big sister pick me up, pick me up I’d rather be dead than to be here

Big sister pick me up, pick me up I’m always with Anxiety

Big sister pick me up, pick me up and help me please…

Venus and the Crescent Moon

Venus shines bright after sunset
It’s waiting for the Crescent Moon at the outset

The sky is wrapped by darkness
Here comes the Crescent Moon of dimness

The celestial pair aligned once again
Savoring every moment without complain

The Evening Star almost kissed the Crescent Moon
But it said its goodbye too soon…

What Happened to Us?

People give in exchange of moral dessert

Would you give in, or go berserk?

People urging about positivity

Just for the sake of levity

People might wait a little longer

Some might be weaker, some might be stronger

Do you think we all deserve this?

There’s much to reminisce…

NEW TRAVEL BLOG

Hi fellow bloggers,

I’ve decided to have a travel blog so that I won’t be writing just out of sadness. It is up and running! I would really appreciate if you visit it 🙂

I just recently went to Taiwan in search of cherry blossoms, and it was majestic! I have included some tips on how to go via train/bus in some areas that I’ve been to 🙂

Hope I can hear from all of you!

link: Sleepy Panda Traveler

P.S

Will still write poems in the future when someone breaks my heart again or if someone makes my heart feel whole again 🙂

Thank you ❤

Tinker Bell

I can be your Tinker Bell

Even if Wendy did you well

I can be your Tinker Bell

Even if you didn’t catch me when I fell

I can be your Tinker Bell

Even if you have issues to dwell

I can be your Tinker Bell

Even if you loathe my whispered words that tell

I can be your Tinker Bell

Even if you lock me in your marble cell

I can still be your Tinker Bell

Even if we part ways and bid farewell… 

The Sky & The Sun

The Sky is crying again

I wonder who caused her pain?

The Sun hasn’t visited since days

Her longing for light might decay

Leaves dancing to the sound of the wind

Clouds hiding the Sky’s sorrows from behind

Birds singing rainbows of tomorrow 

An afternoon sunshine, may She borrow?

Sheets of rain, changing weather 

Rippling moonlight on water

Rolling peals of thunder

Until the Sun won’t matter…