Fight, Comrades.

Fight, comrades.

There's a time in life
Where we just got to fight.
This is the time.
This is why we are here.

Fight, comrades.

For our rights.
For our time.
For love.

Fight, comrades.

Let struggle drives us.
Every energy drain from your body.
Tears and sweats seem no different.
Headache and heartbreak are from one source.

Fight.

It's worth fighting for.
A light at the end of the tunnel.
A lesson to be learnt.

Fight.

With a spear in your hand
And hope in your mind.
That's what keep you going.
Tomorrow, that's where we are going.

Fight, comrades.

With a blunt spear,
And with no hope.
At least, we are fighting.
We are living.

Fight, comrades.

We gotten this far together.
Live or die, we are here.
Everything happens for a reason.
Don't give up.
God is not dead.

Fight, comrades.

This is our crossroad.
This is why we are here.

Win or loose,
We live.
We fight.

Same Old Story, Just New Girls

I should have learned by now,
be better,
to never feel this way ever again.
Heartbroken.

I like change.
Moving to a new place.
Living at one place,
for a long time,
is to be better
to not live at all.
We are all sharks.

Without a doubt,
There will always be regrets.
But one regret, that I keep repeating.
To never take the chance
with the best girl there.

she was the Past.
she was the biggest first crush
in my life.
I adored her.
Touching her skin
send currents to my nerves.
Talking to her
my heart is in a horse race.
Gazing into her big eyes
I can see myself in the future.
I gave her Roses, 
she gave me back my heart.
My infatuation gave me hope and
Heartbreaks.
The worst part, it hid the fact
that she was a really good
Friend.

"You know I’m such a fool for you

You got me wrapped around your finger

Do you have to let it linger"

She was Recent.
The moment I laid my eyes on her,
without a doubt,
she'll be a friend from the beginning
till the end.
I was fine with it.
Even though,
there were moments, nights, that
we may have flirted with the boundaries.
I was fine with it.
I don't want my hopes to be up and
Heartbreak.
We are friends.
Then why?
The Kiss. 
Our lips and bodies were too close
to go back to the borders.
We were friends.

I shared smiles with she.
I shared laughs with She.
I shared slow dances with both.

she came back from the Past,
to the Present, yesterday.
As a friend.
I'm happy.


Girls, this my poem to you.
It's time to set you free from my painful heart.
The Candle. As painful as the candle lights,
in order I can move on.

She never came back, ignored
the Present because I'm not there.
Will you be there, talk to me,
the Future when I'm there?
Or has your heart flew away into another man's arm
like blue daffodils to the wind. As always.
I'll be daffodils lament.



Of course, I wanted you.
How could I not?
Your smile, laugh, and crooked teeth.
But our rules were clear,
by the boundaries, never over the border.
What and why was the Kiss?
A kiss is never just a kiss.

"I have decided to leave you forever

I have decided to start things from here

Thunder and lightning won’t change

What I’m feeling

And the daffodils look lovely today"

They were my best friends.
People say
"The best thing in friendship is
the best friend."
But they also say:
"The best love is to
fall in love with your best friend."
I guess, I have always thought
picking the first choice was safer.
Nevermore.

I should have learned by now,

be better,

to never feel this way ever again.

Heartbroken.

Sorry, I Am Alive

Trace back the steps of your life
one by one...

The sport events that made you a hero,
The drama showcases that you starred,
The speech that put your school on the map,
The love relationships that you got caught PDA-ing.

What do you feel?
Happy? Normal? Whatever?
The compliments that you receive must be plethora.

"Wow, great save"
"Wow, great show"
"Wow, great speech"
"Wow, great sex"

Wow, wow, wow! Fuck it!
For once, I want to be you.
At least, survived the early stages.
The rejections are unbearable anymore.

"Sorry, you didn't make the team because you are too short."
"Sorry, you did well in the audition but there were better people."
"Sorry, with sadness, I tell you that you are not one of those 4 participants who was chosen by the panel of judges"
"Sorry, I only see you as a friend."

"Sorry" takes the very core of you feeling,
making you feel useless,
making you vulnerable,
making you try and try and never gets it.

The Pass-Through

Children, today I am going to tell you something.
It is no secret. No lies. No fun.
Just the truth.
Dear old gramps is going to tell you a story
of a kind of people. A special kind.
No race. No nationality. No religion.
Just personality.
I call them "The Pass-Through."

No invincible. No invisible. No reliable.
They are everywhere.
You may have them in your family,
your group of friends,
or your schoolmate.
You know them but you just "pass-through" them.

They are the kids that just sit alone in the middle of mumbling crowd.
Just to be a part of society.
They are the kids that just hope for a "friend" to talk to them.
Just to share their problems.
They are the kids that just dream about the girl of their dream.
Just to believe in love.
They are the kids that just loose in everything, but never gives up.
Just to think that they can be somebody.

Now.
Do you any "The Pass-Through?"
A family member?
A friend?
Someone from school?
No?

You rigid-rugrats!
You mouthful-morons!
You fucking-freaks!
I AM ONE! well at least, was.

Now, hush up, stop crying and let gramps finish his story.
"The Pass-Through" just like anyone are capable of change.

I decided not to be a "The Pass-Through."
I decided not to be passing through life.
I decided not to be passing through until no one realize i am dead.
I decided not just to be the kid that try-outs and fail.
I decided to be Lazarus of Bethany.

"Live the life. Live the dream. No fear"
"Tomorrow Will Be Another Yesterday, Today Never Existed."
Wake up, grandsons!

The Voice Of The Young Deep Inside Of The Old

NO!

I want to grow up!
I want to be an adult!
I want to be smart!
I want to ride the roller-closter!
I want to drink that forbidden apple juice!
I want to experience true love like in fairy tales!
I want to be surround with different kind of people!

I don't want to grow up like this!
I don't want to have this much responsibility!
I don't want to study with no time to play!
I don't want to live in ups and downs!
I don't want to see my friends' dead face in the alley!
I don't want my love to be rejected and be left alone!
I don't want to be surrounded by a bunch of Lord Henrys!

No!
Basil never existed in the real-world, that's why he died...

Just Awkward Dots of Moments...

Everytime...
Every single time...
I hear that song...
I keep thinking of you...
Of this feeling that I have...
For you...
But I can't...
But I want to...

Chat with you...
Call you...
Talk to you...
Listen to you...
Express to you...

Just to be with you satisfy me...

But I can't...
This is nothing...
He said that...
I want fight it but it is the truth...

What is my situation?
Just awkward dots of moments...

Transition...

When was it?
Do you remember?
The specific date? The specific moment?
I need to know.

When did my old, good, uniform life turn to this chaotic mess?
When did my Indian and Chinese brothers turned their backs on me?
When did money became an issue to me?
When did "ABC" became my D?
When?

Do you remember me when I was a spirit of a cub?
Do you remember last year how I got this wristband?
Do you remember how me and her were inseparable as friends?
Do you remember we have be hating each other because of love since last winter?
Do you?

Please, the specific date when all I could think about is sex?
Please, the specific moment of me wanting to deflower her in Bio class?
Please, the specific date when all my love is gone?
Please, the specific moment when I held a grudge against my parents?
Give me these information, it is dry -ice.

I need to know why I change.
I need to know why I am rejected.
I need to know why I can't be with you.
I need to know why am I here.