Poem

Young at Heart

It takes years to build.

It takes second to destroy.

 

We fuck it up by our mistakes.

We reconstruct with our mind and heart.

 

We engage and get rejected.

Then fight back to prove others wrong.

 

We cry and think over.

We adjust and replace, finding the perfect place.

 

Young at heart.

Wrinkles on the surface.

 

We hold hands and wish.

We let go, and screams for our escape.

 

Thoughts after thoughts.

Trying to figure out what went wrong.

 

Only then we realize where we slipped.

Then over and over.

 

Life long journey awaits.

Hide and Seek

You hide to seek what is ahead.

You hide and seek what you have left.

 

Only to express your emotion from your hiding cave.

 

You seek to express your mind with craze.

You hide and seek from your maze.

 

Only to express your mind from your hiding cave.

 

You seek to crave for your escape.

You hide and seek in your comfort.

 

Only to escape from your cave.

 

You hide to seek in your mean.

You hide and seek in your excuse.

 

Only to find what you made your cave.

 

Mind and heart.

Hide and seek.

 

Only to escape from the game you create.

The Art Inside of You

Bucket full of paint with a blank canvas.

As your life progresses you paint it with you passion and emotion of your colour.

Only to express your story through the canvas you have painted.

To share and to inspire through the foot prints you have left behind as you progressed in your life.

The art inside of you.

 

You share and pass on the story you have painted for the young.

The sprit will carry on by those who have inspired by your art,

The art inside of you will never end, even if your life comes to an end.

This is the art you have created for others to carry on.

 

Only to inspire, but not to impress.

This is the true form of art.

Do not fear the death, but fear that one day you will not be able to inspire one’s life.

Even if you slipped time to time, this art will only progress.

 

Perhaps this is the art no one will ever put the price on,

but only to observe what you have painted through the eyes which shine for you.

 

This is the Art inside of you.

Language is the road map of a culture

Language is the road map of a culture. It tells you where it’s people come from and where they are going- Rita Mae Brown

Overheated

Smoke is rising up from my heart.

It is now overheated.

 

It is a good start.

Now I get to leave it alone.

 

Standing on the start line.

Now I finally see things around me.

 

Up hill, down hill.

Left and right.

 

I don’t know where I will be,

but I know I won’t be here any longer.

 

I have to drive through things I never faced before,

I am not scared, rather excited.

 

Can’t stop me now.

Time is running out.

 

Putting some gas to myself.

It should run me for awhile.

 

I am good to go.

I am better off to somewhere else.

Flammable

I am flammable.

Your one world can make me go on fire.

 

The feelings I have now is very flammable.

It can light me up anytime soon.

 

My heart is flammable,

and there is string attached to it.

 

You have the fire,

so just let me heart explode.

 

With the explosion,

I will send my fireworks.

 

I will send them to your world.

I will send them to your eyes.

 

So whenever you are ready.

Just light me up.

 

I am just so flammable with you.

Quotes from “Catcher in the rye”

“Among other things, you’ll find that you’re not the first person who was ever confused and frightened and even sickened by human behaviour. You’re by no means alone on that score, you’ll be excited and stimulated to know. Many, many men have been just as troubled morally and spiritually as you are right now. Happily, some of them kept records of their troubles. You’ll learn from them—if you want to. Just as someday, if you have something to offer, someone will learn something from you. It’s a beautiful reciprocal arrangement. And it isn’t education. It’s history. It’s poetry.”
― J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye

Plastic World

The world you live is the world you create.

Everyone has their own world, with their own set of rules.

 

When two world collide, the inspiration will begin.

One will teach you the love you seek.

Another will teach you the life through their mistakes.

The real beauty in teachings of life.

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Life

Life is an adventure.

Where it begins when you are born.

Where it ends when you are dead.

 

It’s a mess.

It’s a maze.

 

There is no ending.

So you gotta face it strong.

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