The December 2, '16 Story

I put on my clothes and went outside.
The cold wind touched my face,
the cold breeze embraced my skin.

"This is your day indeed."
Words that uttered out of my mouth.

Well, this must be indeed your day.
I've given up, it's all your now.

Yes, I give up. Take everything, take it all.
But leave me here.
I don't think you'll need me ever again.
No, I don't think, I know you won't ever need me again.

Acting to forget your birthday shouldn't be my response
when you've forgot mine and never greeted me.
Kwenchana.

It turned out to be not-so-good birthday day after all.

Forgetting to greet me on my birthday is much fine
than forgetting me completely.
But as I've said, there's nothing I can do.

Indeed, there is none a thing, none a move
could I ever get back everything.

Well then, it must be better forgetting you also.
It is better that you never get back.
It is better this way.

Now go, live your day as you wanted.
After all, it's all yours.
Bakane.

Meet the outside world, Amateur

Being a student of a Christian school for 13 years was a great experience and a great privilege. I've been taught of things I should know and learn. I'm not a perfect person nor a sinless one, but I know my stand and my identity. I am a child of God. Yes, funny as it may sound, but I am His and He is mine.
Upon entering my college life, I've seen things I never seen before and seen things so unimaginable. May it be things this world does, or things God teaches me. But one thing I'm still holding on is the promise He gave me before my exit form my former school:"As you journey through this dangerous and evil world, you would not survive without My favor, grace, and mercy."

"I promise to be with you and keep you safe, so don't be afraid."
Click here to play: Hello Hurricane by Switchfoot

Stay the Night

"Because nothing is right being stayed in that place at all. I stayed the night, I left the darkness."

A part of my writing that only remained after accidentally deleting it.
(c) to photo owner 

"For you, Idiot."

Sometimes I just want to stab the ground, crack it open, and give you an island.

Don't Touch Me; Mind Your Own Business

Grip

Even if how many times I would think of us,
those days that we’re together

and even the day we’ve broken each other.
There’s nothing I can do.

Even if I can still remember the memories we’ve shared together,

those smiles and laughters.
Even those nights we spent like forever.
There’s nothing I can do.

I can still hear you on my head singing my favourite song.
I can still feel your touch running through my skin.

On this rainy night, I write this poem for the

remembrance of us because on this rainy night,
all I can think of is you. 

You who might not even be thinking of me.

The day you held me again by that cold hand
that once was warm. I froze in sudden moment

because every single thing flashbacked
that it all seemed to happen just like the other day.

The grip of our hands that says to not let go and hold us again.
The look in our eyes that seems to say “stay, I miss you.”
Were all hindered by a sewed mouth.

Yes, I do. I do miss you but there’s nothing I can do.

So much has changed in us so also especially in you.