lips and roaches

Poetry, Strange

Your lips
are the rim of an aqua coffee mug
crawled on by roaches
I would never dare let mine touch again.

Yet your voice
is the sound of an expensive violin
stroked by a fine bow
I loathe how it could still disrupt my ground.

things get bleak


Some bridges burn
Some things get bleak
Some people hurt
Some friends don’t speak

fate is the enemy


The boy who cried move
was the one who can’t let go.
The girl who cried please
was the one who walked alone.

The stance that they took
was the fate they received.
But the fate is the enemy
becoming distant is the creed.

not welcome


It’s in that moment
when our eyes locked
and your gaze
doesn’t feel the same
that I felt shame
for entering
a maze
with no end.
But then again,
I wasn’t welcomed
in the first place.

nothing stays here


Yeah, he was.

He was my first kiss.
And it felt right.

It felt so right, honestly.

But I had to stop.
Coz he has a girlfriend back then.

He was in a relationship.
Which he eventually broke off.
For me.

And if you look at it
from a third person’s perspective
I’m a bad girl.
A relationship-wrecker.

I’m a slut
as what the society
would love to call it.

Though nothing
more than a fiery kiss
a much-awaited one at that
ever happened between us.

Not even our own relationship.

For even though
love begins
doesn’t mean
love grows.

And stays.

Daily Post’s Complicated




It was
the first time
and it wouldn’t
be the last.

I watched
my heart
lose its mind
with a mask.

The self
grew fonder
to the man
in the dark.

Two bodies
dancing vile
in a room
full of spark.

Discover Challenge: Opening Line

the sexiest relationship


“The sexiest kind of relationship in this world is true friendship between a man and a woman.”

I don’t think I need to say more about this quote. Only that it was from the Korean drama series “It’s Okay, That’s Love.”

This is in response to the blog event Writer’s Quote Wednesday.

The Sun and The Rain

Short Story


The sun and the rain met earlier. He waited for her. They seldom see each other, and he misses her. Their love is one that you would call complicated, forbidden even.

What the rain dampens the sun dries up. When the rain arrives the sun fades out. But in times when they can no longer endure the rules of the universe, in times when they terribly miss each other, they defy their gods and misbehave.

Oh they make the sweetest pair when they meet. The searing heat of the sun breaks the frigid chill of the rain, making the perfect condition one could only wish.

Gentle, fine, steady. They make love like they can hold each other forever—not rushing it even though they don’t see much, couldn’t see much.

The sun and the rain met earlier. Their time was short, their relationship forbidden, but they love each other.

And somehow, that was enough.