Are you okay, are we okay?


Between us there’s nothing more to say.

A silence is what we really need.

A distance is a lot more better.

Whenever we talk,

there is misunderstanding.

If we don’t there will be confusion.

and then the question will left hanging.


Are you okay, are we okay?




Papers filled with so many memories

left unseen, scattered everywhere

wanted to be seen

willing to share what it says.

An image of a young lady

all put together and created a story.

Behind those brown eyes

no more traces of lies.

If only those stares speaks,

those eyes so complete.

Little did everyone knows

she suffered, got hurt.

A lot don’t understand

what was those picture shows

but if you’ll look at the other side

you’ll learn there’s hidden emotion

beneath those smile.

Those faces staring at me

reminds me of my own sad story.

Because that girl in the photographs

represents my past.


Into the ground


I tried to fly

yet I can’t find my wings.

I drop to the ground

with nothing to hold on.

I fought being dragged down.

I grip into the darkness.

I struggle to survive

and keep on breathing.

Life have been drifted away

I’m barely alive

When I closed my eyes.

Everything stops.



The language of Seoul

I spent my few days in Seoul searching for an answer only to find out that there’s a lot more than having to seek for my “whys” in life. Seoul is a place where love can be felt in almost all places. It’s a place to love, be loved, to find love and to start a new life and even shares your own frustrations. Seoul is and will always be in which you can express your feelings, where you can say what you truly feels through songs, letters and poems. Starting from the streets, cafe, restaurants, buses, trains, historical places and even on walls and staircases.

I fall in love, I fall out of love in Seoul.



If it’s love


If it’s love we won’t call it a one night stand.

If it’s love I won’t be hurting this much.

If it’s love there will be spark whenever we kiss.

If it’s love I won’t feel any regrets.

If it’s love we will treasure every seconds, every minute, every moment, but then we never did.

If it’s love it’s worth the risks but then again in the end everything doesn’t make sense.

If it’s love I should have called you mine.

If it’s love everything will stay as it is and will never ever fade and die.


Thai Fried Rice

I step inside and seated.

The first thing I noticed

the place is empty

and I realized

it’s just you and me.

I flipped through the menu pages

of random dishes I never tasted.

I was about to try something else

but I just ordered fried rice instead.

I may look dumb there

because you reach out to me

and said something

instantly I replied “there’s no need”

when I didn’t even hear what you said.

Well, ¬†that’s me.

When I look at you

you do look like someone

oh fuck I said to myself

I fall for that face

your black shirt

your black jeans

the way your jeans hangs on your hips

your sneakers

all really fits well

I keep staring at you

praying that you’re staring at me too

but my mind is just playing tricks

and my heart feels like thumping

dumb dumb dumb dumb

And then BAM!

I caught you’re looking

fuck again I said to myself.

then I stand and walk away

still with an untouched fried rice on my plate.