“Tendrils like spreading neath its lurid world,
Sprouting rooted whimsies all the way they-
Enchanted living hues, such with splendor bold,
And ornate jeweled minds domed Abbey.
When I Live With Fancy”
Source: Halcyon Wings: 'These passions feathers are gathering on a winged vision'
“If seasons diseases be, consider human's too, his fate same it's true
Rudest time steels, and murders through fever, pain, amid all in woe.
Swelling then cold, yet numb, in young and old, fearing wildest swell,
See it turns the sweetest singers throats, and morrow, a garland will.
On ‘Seasons A Dirge’-A Dirge
For A Diseased Friend Who Died Of Fever In 2013”
Source: Halcyon Wings: 'These passions feathers are gathering on a winged vision'
“Epitaph
“love had ten thousand flowers
Bloomed on those cheeks, like an angel you came
as haste to earth and
Opened the joys breast until the sun’s has faded,
fatigued with self-heat of burden
Left the world to keep the loads to the enchanting night”
Source: Halcyon Wings: 'These passions feathers are gathering on a winged vision'
“Nature has embellish'd rare as May
Its dew-gemm'd primroses glitter'd up,
To show pride from each budding weed,
Since from skies naught a ray dismay.”
Source: Halcyon Wings: 'These passions feathers are gathering on a winged vision'
“Aku suka melamun.
Bebas.
Lepas.
Tak ada kamera tersembunyi yang mengawasi.”
“It is not the absence of melancholy
Though the overcoming process during its complete presence
That allows me to fulfil my heart with greater happiness.”
Source: The Art of Wisdom: Poems for Soul Growth
“The loud sounds of my mind
blind me every night.
I close my eyes to sleep on time
but the visions come alive.
They remind me of the scars and
the pain in my past life.
I try to move on but this
haunts me in the present time.
All I want is to sleep,
to snore it away, and dream.
But, the mind is a pool of chaos
in which I drown with every swim.
I want to feel better but it gets under my skin
and reminds me of a ship of hope that is about to sink.”
“Sometimes I find myself in the eye of my own hurricane.… He was trouble in my life interrupting my world crashing into my dreams but I was a fucking storm the lightening to his thunder so, what more could a little chaos add but a beautiful catastrophic eruption.”
Source: Vine: Book of Poetry
“With those voices, those lights near at hand, our mother's ashes would lie in changeless calm inside a sealed stone drawe.”
Source: The White Book
“Walking with stones in my pocket
to a place where all the poets go to die.
I am trying to end this pain because, at times, it is too hard to survive.
I wish love hit me like the drops of rain, but somehow i have only found things that cause a never-ending pain.”