Kamis, 04 Juni 2015


The walls, they shake.




I hear a scream,
on the other end.

White sheets.

I'm as messy as the white sheets of your bed where we laid and talked for hours.
As broken as your favorite tumbler that I dropped to the tile floors.

The secrets that you keep, they won't let me sleep.
So, why won't you just let me sleep?
Let me sleep this pain away.

Away from the scent of your perfume.

Rabu, 29 April 2015

Working Class.

Being in a working-class band for 7 years, a 3rd year architecture student, and a freelance illustrator have taught me a couple of things about creating art.

You will never be good enough for everybody. 


It was a cold night for these warm hands.
Cracked paints off the walls, the sound of the leafs.

“No." you said it.
I’ve been wanting to hear that all night.
“I don’t want you.”, she said.
Didn’t really have to make you say it.
But I guess I just like the idea of hurting myself,
And the room went quiet, my thoughts went dark.

I’m not thinking clear.
All I can hear was myself.
Most of the words out of my mouth were mostly lies anyways.
Tables turned and I was halfway home.
I asked again, even though I was sure about the outcome.
“Do you really not want me anymore?"

“Do you still feel like it’s the July of ’14"

Kamis, 14 Agustus 2014


How to overcome insecurities?

The questions remain unanswered for years and years for myself.
Overthinking kills you from the inside, slowly, like cancer.

It stays in your body quietly, waiting for its trigger to be pulled--pointing straight to your head.
Knows very well of your fears and doubts. There's no point of running away from it.
Reminding you of how it feels to be alone, to be rejected, and your imperfections.

The only thing that can save you is yourself. It's all in your head.
Playing mind tricks that you--only you who knows the secret behind its illusion.

Snap out of it. You're only going backwards every time you overthink.
Get out of your bed and do something,

Because the world is not going to stop and wait for you.
To get back on your feet again.



Brain, I hate you for making me writing this.