stuff i like

snacks like raisins and strawberries
food dressed with barbeque sauce
onions and pickles in my burgers
every slice of salmon belly sashimi
every colour and flavour of cotton candy

a huge soft bed, fluffy pillows
wrapping myself in a big thick blanket
sinking in bean bag chairs
listening to acoustic covers
listening to the sound of the cello

the woods, not rainforests
falling leaves and then falling snow
furry big huggable creatures
like big bears and fat pandas
like sulley from monsters inc.

cliché love stories that have:
childhood friends becoming a couple
or arch enemies who end up together
or just really cute scenarios in general

finishing a book or a movie
shopping for clothes alone
snuggling and cuddling, long hugs
very long naps during the day
very long hours up at night

doing stupid things with friends
taking ugly photos of one another
jamming/screaming out lyrics
sharing memes and inside jokes
sharing secrets and memories

writing things and snapping photos
playing songs on the piano by ear
going to airports and train stations
reminiscing at the funny bits of past
dreaming vividly about the future

the long distance runners

she wasn’t interested in running
there’s many things in her hand
she sorted her priorities
running wasn’t part of her plan

he does have a liking for running
but it was difficult –he knew
he just could not see that
his wish will come true

she wasn’t interested in running
however she answered yes
he does have a liking for running
and it became the start of success

running was never easy
running long-distance was harder
though there’s no speed limit
time couldn’t go any faster

the journey is desperately long
the finish line is horrendously far
there were pit-stops here and there
but they’re hard to reach like stars

eyes on the road, they ran
on each other and God they depend
hand in hand, no giving up
they went towards the end

and when they finally covered the distance,
they begin another new beginning.

This Kid is Special

First impressions betray you. They always do.
It somehow reminds me of a kid I knew.
He is tall and lanky. He always smile.
He rarely stays calm and tends to go wild.
How did ‘special’ become such an offence?
It just simply did not make any sense.
I was genuine about it ㅡreally I was.
But his face turned sour ㅡfull of remorse.

This kid is special. He still is.
The people I’ve met, none were like him.
He doesn’t fit in a group, he’s better alone.
Deep down inside, he wishes to sit on a throne.
Everyone will bow down, everyone will respect.
He seems arrogant, like a man in a top hat.
In his heart, he wasn’t ㅡhe doesn’t know it himself.
I want to whisper it in his ear that’s shaped like an elf’s.

He was bullied. He is torn.
He was overshadowed. He is in forlorn.

No one sees how great he is.
Except me, the one that he would not miss.
I am no one. I am a nobody
-but we can save that for another story.

He is picked. He is frowned upon.
No one understands him.

This kid is special. He still is.
Nobody sees it. How could they miss?
Look what you’ve done! Look at him now!
He isn’t accepted; no one would allow.
All of these things that you did not see.
Aren’t they starting to show more clearly?

Cigarette between his fingers. A little won’t hurt.
A bottle in the other hand; seeking comfort.

This kid is special. He still is.
His features are well, I wouldn’t mind a kiss.
He is a brilliant boy. Amazing and witty.
The jokes he repeats never fail to be funny.

There is a dark side to everyone, however.
Never look forward to his -do so remember.
He will do nasty things, he will make you cry.
I hid my tears well so don’t you ever try.

This kid is special, but no one gets him.

What is inside that tube in his bag?
It looks peculiar and there isn’t any tag.
It’s just powder; it’s nothing much.
Take a whiff or more and it’ll give you a punch.

This kid is special. He still is.
He dearly loves his mom. Truly a bliss.
For day and night he tends to worry
That mommy will not be here when he will marry.

Where is he? Oh, he’s on his bed.
He looks tired and there’s syringes beside his head.
His eyes fluttered. He’s sweating quite a lot.
When will this stop? Oh, he will not.

This kid is special. He still is.
This kid is special. He will truly be missed.
‘This kid is special.’ I hear people say.
This kid is special, but it is too late.

Love seems…

Love seems like
a huge wave
from the ocean.
Like the ripples,
it’s faint at first.
But slowly it comes,
snowballing into a big wave
too high to overcome.
It then crashes,
engulfing me entirely.

Love seems like
a hot-air balloon.
lifted up from the ground
where reality buzzes.
Then I’m floating mid-air.
Everything starts shrinking
like the problems and worries.
There is no destination,
only up higher.
Wandering aimlessly among
the clouds somehow
makes me happy.