This song keeps ringing in my ears, “He ain’t heavy, he’s my brother”. Only this time I should change it to “they ain’t heavy, they’re my children”.
Ah, aku terasing lagi
di dalam kumpulan orang banyak ini. Mereka yang necis dan kelimis, sepatu berkilat dan setelan jas berkilau,
What is it like to find that you are not loved even by your most loved one..
A poem for the love of my life
A poem for my angel
Angels are made of fire. I know. I have met one..
What is this life if / There’s no drop of beer or whiskey / Drugs and cokes thrown to the sea / And lust is considered dirty.
Only a fool who abandons the grace he has received. Only a fool who defy the creator of the universe
We don’t belong to this world. We are only pilgrims here. For such a short while we are here, and we will depart to our eternal home.
A doomsday poem of love
A poem for my queen of the night. A mean yet beautiful queen
I was lost in a forest. A thick, green forest. I tried to find my way home. I shouted, “Help! Somebody help me!” for about an hour but nobody came.