To Kim Jongin (A Poem)

Like every flower that blooms,
on a beautiful spring day,
i hope for a day when i will look into your eyes,
and make beautiful promises.

A promise which i will never break,
a promise that will remind us,
of how we finally came to be.

Recently, i’ve read something that made my heart beat rapidly,
i couldn’t help but enjoy a cup of ice cream,
and pray with much anticipation all night.

i want you to have a good life,
i want to give you love that no one ever was able to give you.
i will care for you endlessly,
i will make sure that you will never get disappointed by me.

Good days will come,
i’m certain of it.
days when we will hold each others hands,
and walk through the memory lane.

The seasons will change,
but my love for you won’t.
i’m waiting for a ‘i love you,’
and a ‘forever.’

I’m waiting for you,
my love,
my bear,
my one and only.

— Kim Jongin, let’s hope, okay?

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What is Love? (A Poem)

What is love?

Love is when you feel happy for him
even though you are not happy with yourself.

When you know that he will live a good life,
with or without you.

When you realize that you won’t be able to meet,
yet you pray for his good health and life.

When you grasp that you’re sea’s apart,
and you keep on hoping to meet him.

Love is Jongin

When you cry for him at night,
when you think about him all day,
when you scroll through your gallery
and smile at his photos.

When you feel pain by just thinking that
maybe you won’t be able to marry him.

When you feel depressed
because he hasn’t posted anything on his Instagram yet.

Love is strange,
but every love is special in its own way.

To- Kim Jongin

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Don’t worry (A poem)

My love, take a deep breath and just let it go.
This life is nothing, 
but a wind that’s blowing.

You’re just a traveler,
a person living on rent,
so why bother with worldly stuff,
and enjoy yourself.

Look at the ocean,
at the birds that fly high,
fill yourself with awe,
and try to smile. 

There’s so much for you to see,
but you can’t do it if you’re unhappy.
I beg you, please don’t worry,
life has many more blessings than just petty things.

So, don’t worry,
live happy.
Take a break,
and let things fall on its own;
in its own place.

— Worrying will get you nowhere. 

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Try to Survive

Why do we hate each other?

What’s gotten into us?

Why do we not understand one anothers feelings?

Did our hearts become hard like stones;
that not even stabbing in the heart with a sharp knife would make you cry?

Why is it that we’ve become like robots?
Heartless and merciless?

When did we change?
When did we become so cruel?

We’re ruining ourselves.
We will be the end of us, I swear.

There’s a fire inside of us that’s blazing violently,
Not even a storm or a hurricane can extinguish it.

We need to change,
we need to be who we were once.

I know it won’t be easy,
but we have to try.

This world is just a test,
so hold on and survive,

because the end is very near.
because believe me, you’re not going to live a hundred years.

— An important note.

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Dancing in the Dark

Our bodies moved side by side,
the old love song played in the background. 

Your hand was on my delicate waist,
a kiss on my forehead is all it takes,
to make our hearts burn intensely,
the night where the stars shine brightly,
are the best nights of my life. 

We would hold each other until the music stops,
we would wish the music never stops.


How one day I’d love to dance

with the special somebody…

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If I were an Animal…(A Poem)

If I could be an animal,
I would be an Eagle.

I would soar the skies,
Hunt with my sharp eyes.

I would stretch my wings,
and sing a beautiful lullaby.

If I could be an animal,
I would be an Eagle.

I would awe the watchers,
I would go round and round in big circles;
above the grey clouds,
I would look down and feel proud.

I would be one with the pink and red shades,
I would fight, I would die,
but I won’t be caged.



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Drip Drop Drip (A Poem)

While the droplets of cold hail fall down on the muddy ground,
A flower blooms, a life borns, and death watches from afar.

Sometimes, people run from the mercy,
Sometimes, they enjoy it.
And sometimes, they don’t care;
Whether they get wet, or get cold, or have runny nose.

As the sound of storms smack against the window,
a cup of hot chocolate must be by our side,
to calm our souls, and ease our minds.

It’s okay, it’s just rain.
but what if there’s a flood,
what if it’s a deadly torment?
A mere punishment?

Coldness wraps us with a bit of fear,
A book for distraction,
or talking for hours with a friend or family member;
would soothe the hearts, and bring close the loved ones and dear.

Don’t worry,
Sometimes, a rain is just a rain.
It’s what most people wait for,
what most people ask for.

Under the rain,
There are laughters,
talks; some vain, some meaningful.

It gives us a bit of happiness,
for most people, it turns out to be a sad day,
threads of meloncholy sway around them,
clouds of darkness follow them.

Drip, drop, drip, drop,
the rhythm helps me sleep at night.
Tranquility kisses my cheek,
and whispers a soft goodnight.


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A Simple Tragic Love Story

Once upon a time, there lived a girl who couldn’t see.
Then came a boy who could see.

They bumped into each other, like any other love story.
Like any other love story, they fell in love as if it was all meant to be.

The boy loved the girl although she couldn’t see.
The girl loved the boy even though she couldn’t see.

Both of them spent some time together, in beaches, in empty rooms, in the park, and sometimes between the bricked alleys; whispering and laughing.

Those days were the best days of her life. She wished she could see him, and perhaps live with him for a lifetime.

But you don’t get everything what you ask for. Sometimes stories have to be left as tragic as they were. To give meaning to their life, to give emotions to their feelings.

One day, the boy hugged the girl. That day she wanted to repeat. She wanted to be in a loop.

Then one day, he kissed her on the cheek. Oh, how she wanted to stop time in that moment and feel the warmth of his lips.

She cried that day. He wiped her tears. She didn’t feel bad that she couldn’t see, but she felt bad for him that he fell in love with her. With a blind girl who would one day eventually fall down and wouldn’t be back up on her feet.

A few days passed, the boy didn’t meet her. She asked the nurse where he was, the nurse said he was resting because of his sickness.

She asked the nurse to take her to him, she refused to do so and walked away.
The girl waited for a few more days. It was painful, her chest was tightening, but she stayed on her bed anyway.

She didn’t know his name. He didn’t know her name. They were just strangers who were strangely in love. Their hearts were stitched.

Like a rag doll they were left aside.

Weeks passed and she asked the nurse again if she could see the boy.

The nurse held the girls hand, touched her cheek and said that he had passed away.
The girl froze in distress, her heart melted away, her sorrows fell down, her body sank below.

She couldn’t believe it, she didn’t want. She loved the boy as if he was a part of her soul, she loved the boy so much that she wished she could die.

But suicide wasn’t a choice. She had to live to keep his memories.
Memories that meant the world to her, that meant the galaxy and the entire sea.

She cried day and night, the nurse became afraid that one day she might die. She caressed the girl’s hair, took care of her really well.

But her tears won’t stop, eventually, like the boy, the girl passed away.

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