Ends to Embark

Implied from the way you play on cues 

Agitation melted through your exquisite muse 

Seek for the bias of obsolescence 

Here I am, your past luminescence 

The palate of my soul was longed for your latitude 

Stardust sent as the boisterous glimmers above the black wings of my altitude 

Admiration reverberates through our rhymes 

Stolen implicitly from the vibration of our lines 

Flowered hill 

Meadow of our thrill 

Butterflies were we 

Together collaborated in a whisper of glee 

I live as a chanter of black rose 

And you are a shadow of living prose 

We are like we no more 

As we are stalled and closed our linking door 

We are questioned by our lost 

We are disguised in a crescent light accost 

Encrypted through the echoes of longing 

We are the omen of the beginning

- Y. W -

Remained Tone

As Time Breakeven

Spindle of Anima

Give me a shelter to interpret these feelings

A locus where my brain could redeem the shackles of its echoes

Domination of intrigues try to play on my guile

I wish someone could fathom the grains of these ambiguities

Pardon for the perplexity which occured beyond my capacity

Half of my soul was hijacked by delusion

Trapped by the dreams which yet ever attained

Commute in the same rotation, my hope never sustained

I owe too many words and drama

Hey anima

You let yourself churned in silence

Your guts are not equal to the enthusiasm which soar

Being a fiction hermit in my own kingdom

Shall I amused by the potion of devil's words

Seems like I take a journey on a ferris wheel or a spin on merry go round

Which having the same tracks but serve a distinct point of view

A Mother's Ears

It's been fourteen months, since I hear you

I heard your first scream that suddenly stalled

Nervous voices whispered beyond the room, where I got stitches

Fears burst gently, but finally fade along with your second cries

Upon my chest, I heard you breathed

I heard your first thirst which was the signal of your hunger

I heard the tiny beat which caressed the surface of my skin

The rhythm raced with mine, and connecting our soul

My happiness still yet satisfied 

The doctor came to prevent you went home

The levels of bacteria in your blood remained high

For the first time, I heard a crack within my core

In one morning, after our morning walk routine

Not as usual, I heard you were voiceless, but your hands were shaking

I turned your face toward me, white eyes and blue lips was your answer 

You had your first seizure, I heard nothing, but shattered 

Today, I heard you giggle

Your tiny steps echoing your strength, fulfilling the room of my faith

It's been forteen months, since I hear you

I hear a new hope, I see the new you

The Gratitude

I am grateful for everything that happens in my life

Still trying to be grateful in the situation of losing people that I love

Devastated, 

Being insulted, 

Humiliated, 

Laughed at, 

Maligned, 

Utilized, 

Harmed, 

Abandoned, 

Ignored, 

Even alienated

Still grateful when people looked down on me 

Underestimated that I was the one who was not able to do anything and looked stupid

I'm grateful because with everything that happens in my life

I learned to accept it 

Be wiser in viewing any circumstances

Thoughtful in making decisions

Be a better human being for people I loved

Severe mental life teaches me not to pity my life

Yet,

It teaches me how to be stronger from day by day

Cherish every moment that would happen from now and then

Life never hard 

Since I learned how to always be grateful to Thy

The owner of destiny

Paradoxical Premise

Stands on the land of heterodox

Who's the mightiest God of all?

People live and die on their equivocation thoughts

Those who exclaimed about the God who never fall

Inversely proportional to what they always do

Who's the mightiest God of all?

Seekers, believers, heathens and philosophers with their point of view

All still seeks for the truth and uphold one they call peace

Inversely proportional to what they always do

Compiling the ideas piece by piece

Who are we without all these idealism?

All still seeks for the truth and uphold one they call peace

At the end world leads to anarchism 

They failed to adhere what they create

Who are we without all these idealism?

The idea of God and religion become skeptical trait

They failed to adhere what they create

Stands on the land of heterodox

People live and die on their equivocation thoughts