POETRY | MIST

she dwells above the cloudbanks
each mass forms heavy raindrops
she grows sunflowers with her tears
until there’s a whole garden of fears

Continue reading “POETRY | MIST”

Advertisements

POETRY | STOLEN GLANCES

In a place

where the sky touches the sea

and all the universe wakes up

westward across the horizon,

you walk towards me

Continue reading “POETRY | STOLEN GLANCES”

MAGNUM OPUS

I always wanted to write him a poem; a poem that will describe him as the poem itself. This is my 3am thought. I am neither Lang Leav nor Michael Faudet but I breathe in poetry and he is my favorite one.


You are one great of a color;

yet to appear in a canvass

You are one great of an art;

like the London red bus

You are one great of a scenery;

whom inspired this piece

You are one great of a bliss;

making me feel home and at ease


You are one great of a star;

that lights up my whole night sky

You are one great of an ocean;

where I can drown and die

You are one great of a plateau;

filled with exquisite flower

You are one great of life’s wonder;

the world yet to discover


You are one great of a word;

my lips like most to utter

You are one great of a calligraphy;

my hands can’t muster

You are one great of a conundrum;

I have yet to comprehend

You are one great of a poem;

with love I have written