The Boy with His Heart on His Sleeve and the Girl Who Never Tried to Fix Him

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Not Enough

Sore limbs

Bruised knuckles

Bloody eyes

Ragged breath

Jagged teeth

Man in motion

As fluid as poetry

Senility of the sentry

Residing in the sanctum

Sanctions and semantics

Cerebellum cerebella

Erasing data

Like an impulsive medula oblongata

Itchy chin

Explosion of emotions

Tired of these songs

On this boring radio

Mesti Mau

Walau jauh kau menjelajah alam semesta
Ku tahu jawapannya
Walau apa jua rintangan yang melanda
Kita sudah siap sedia

Luahkanlah isi hatimu
Agar kita bersama
Kuatkanlah pendirian
Bila kita hadapi dunia

Yang ku mahu hanyalah kamu
Bersamamu selalu whoa oh
Jauh jelajah kau kelana
Kita kan tetap bersama

Bila lidah hakimi ketika berbicara
Engkau tak perlu gusar
Ku kenali warna hatimu yang sebenar
Tak usah pura-pura

Cekalkanlah isi hatimu
Hadapi dugaanNya
Kuatkanlah pendirian
Agar dunia milik kita bersama

Yang ku mahu hanyalah kamu
Bersamamu selalu whoa oh
Jauh jelajah kau kelana
Kita kan tetap bersama

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"Mesti Mau" by Pesawat (used in Twisties ad)

Can't Stand

A song I composed in the solitude of Brunei, where friends and family (and at that time lover) were out of reach. Perhaps, someday, I will video myself and post it on YouTube or something.

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The orange glow from the setting sun

Crawls up your soft arms

You look at me with those beautiful eyes

And capture me once again

The purple skies and radiant stars

Remind me of your gentle voice

I draw you close enough to hear your breath

But still, you're just a dream

And you've got me sitting here

Thinking about

You

I want to hold your hand

I want to hear your laugh

I can't stand

These lonely days without you by my side

I can't wait

To see your face again

I can't stand

These lonely nights without you by my side

I can't wait

To hear your stories

I miss you

Second Hand Seven

Grab a helium-filled balloon

It could be blue

So it could hide among the skies

Take a jump and never look down

Let's fly and fly to the moon

If you're tired then let's rest

A tight slumber up in the clouds

But meanwhile I'm in bed

Itchy uniform and pin in my wrist

Sounds a lil silly

But still it was something she said to me

That Seven is a magic number

Now as I'm about to close my eyes

I start wonder

About this Seven the Magic Number

Can I just get one for myself?

Like my sky-blue balloon

I won't mind even if it was

A Second Hand Seven

How Do I Love Thee?

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, -- I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! -- and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

-Elizabeth Barrett Browning-

You and Me

It's like a

worn-out tee,

not much variety.

Frayed threads,

easily snapped,

a little holey

here and there.

But it's comfy,

Just what I'd wear.

I don't have to put on airs

You know me.