We Are Like A Fictional Work Of Art

We are like a fictional work of art.
We are the two characters of a short story
But everytime I'm with you in a setting
The world just becomes so epic
Despite we only opened few of our chapters.

Our actions sometimes rise
Which lead us to immortal conflicts
Which then result to drama.
If we were not strong enough,
We would have concluded into a tragedy.

We exchange unscripted lines
That battles that of Shakespeare's plays.
And thru our passionate kisses
Our names become legends
And our souls become the magic of poetries.

The King Who Fights A Losing Battle

I, the King, have conquered many kingdoms
I've won the hearts of my friends, countrymen, my queen.
I declare myself a victor of everything.
Yet, not a victor of everyone.

A war has come.
She's brave, wonderful, and exquisite.
Swords clash as spears wage day and night.
I planned my attacks but to no avail.
I'm trapped by my own knives and nets.

An unexpected arrow has pierced through my heart.
I do not bleed, I do not die.
For my armor is built with conviction and confusion.
But soon, for sure, i'll feel pain for it is inevitable.

I'm fighting a losing battle.
A war not to determine who is stronger, braver.
But a war of decisions and sacrifices.
I, the king, have conquered many kingdoms.
But I've never conquered her heart.

I Just Want You Close

I just want you close.

I wanna hold you forever. 

I wanna feel the goosebumps ---
When my shivering hairs stand
Just like how I stand with you
As you reach for my lips,
Tip toeing
(clutching my shoulders)
And I,
Lifting your waist a bit
Supporting your weight.
I can lift you now
Even after this
And for eternity.

I just want you near.
I wanna be with you forever.

I wanna feel your presence ---
When I know even your shadow shows
Just like how I show my love
As you show me your care,
Rubbing my back,
(patting my head)
And I,
Holding you hand
Playing with your fingers.
I can hold you now
Even after this
And until forever.

A Note For Suicidals

Books are meant to be read
Not to be judged
As water to be drunk
Not to be eaten.
Like you,
You deserve to be alive
Not to be dead.
You died for a day
But you lived for years.
Think about it.
It's not worth it.

I Write While We Sex

I ask her if I'm amazing
And she answers yes.
I ask her if I write good poems
And she answers yes.


She seems not to see my down side.
She seems like seeing me perfect.
I ask her to criticize me
And she answers, "how"?


She undress herself to explain everything
And I say,
"you being naked won't explain anything.
It would just push me to write more poetries".


Then I write while we sex
My pen in her body
And her skin as the paper
And our world as the poem.


We write it together
To the best of our abilities.

From Pebbles To Stars

We talk about pebbles.

We talk about stars.

We talk about constellations

And even about mars.

We were magnificent.

Nevertheless we are.

We do the 'towels and tent'.

We do it great so far.

I am your universe.

A solar system perhaps.

The planets are our fingers

That fill our bold gaps.