A Memories that Facebook Brought (A Poem)

Do you guys love digging up some old stuff, whether from a photo album, an old box of memories, even from your social media? I, myself, used to not enjoy seeing the old me as I think I had too many bad stories in the past. (Well, school stuff.) However it comes often, sit there … Continue reading A Memories that Facebook Brought (A Poem)


Poem : “Stop,” they are begging

Some people stand, Some people sit, Others put their head lower than their hips One word comes out of their mouth "Stop," they are begging And it stops Dawn always come before the dark Orange before purple Purple before black canvas And night always has stars And "stop," they said once again Then it stops … Continue reading Poem : “Stop,” they are begging

Poem : Past

It’s all grey As I’ve sold my body to took all the pain that chained me release me from revenge   I just remember water flow And little sight of fluttering curtain A high-pitch music I misheard as sermon   Rainbow looks red Color of blood Expectation and misery Wisom and eternity