It was eight years ago
The first time I liked you so
You’re my ideal man
Tall, Dark and Awesome
I always hope you’ll talk to me
Hoping for a second you will get near me
Eight years had passed
Why the two us didn’t match
I wonder where you are now
Wishing to see you somehow
Coincidentally, I saw you holding someone
I bravely said hi and you smiled at once
I didn’t know that’s your type
You made me hanging like a pipe
Oh my! I can feel you are happy now
Happily married to a guy!
DNA (Oktapodi)
Looking you both, hugging each other
Makes me want my mission to surrender
You thought I’m breaking you guys apart
But I’m just saving you from the dark.
You thought I don’t know love
For the sole reason I eat a lot
Like my love story you guys not meant to be
But you’ll moved on just wait and see.
You’re not meant to be together
For all I know, you’re sister and brother
Continuing you affair may ruined your DNA
So here I am risking my wonderful life
To save the future and the eggs you will lay.
Don't kid them (Social Issue- Street Children)
Don't kid them (Social Issue- Street Children)
I think the best part of my life is when I was a kid
And its make me sad and lonely to see lil’ children being kid
Aren’t they supposed to be in school school at this hour?
Aren’t they supposed to be watching TV at noon?
Aren’t they supposed to be playing with friends?
Aren’t they supposed to be sleeping by 9?
It’s sad to think that many of them are outside
Not playing but being criticized.
Most of us ignored them
Some have yelled at them
They said they are hungry
And we just passed by and get angry
They say children are our future
Yet no one is there to give them nurture
It’s high time to give them care
We should act and be aware!
Beauty to Eternity (Reinterpretation, Sonnet V by Shakespeare)
For all we know everything will come to fade
Even the beauty that God had made
We were made from dust and to dust we will fall
We will all fade like summer into fall.
But beauty is preserved when extracted
When you are steadfast and not distracted
We should consider how our beauty be best distilled
The beauty that comes not far but from within.
My old man (Respect for Elders)
In this depressing time
I love to cry and hear his voice
Wishing to sit and talk to him
Appreciate life and learned from him.
In this confusing hours
I would like to see him
Sitting in his old chair
Closing his eyes while feeling the air.
They gave us many scolding at times
Because we are stubborn and unwise
But every time there’s trouble
They come to be our double.
We always value how they see
Even their vision is not twenty-twenty
Because they see life clearly
And live a worthy life early.
Indeed, we always care what would they say
We respect what their final say
Not only because they are old and wise
But we love them dearly because they are very nice.
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