Kingdom come.

Do not let me sleep.

Kingsmen down.

Do not let me weep.

I was weeping through the horrible news of the airbombing in Syria. Children suffered the most. They're at the stage of learning and enjoying the life that is given by nature.

Life is taken and in return Life taken.

Dream : Chasing , Raining.

Falling at boxed ripraps.

Inu picks up the mess w me.

Rain & flooring. Speeding.

He asked " Since when you could dance?"

***
Chased by a man.
We went down to arch ducts.
Running on the narrow rails.
I didnt fall down, so is that man.
Did he catch up?

Poet Theme : Watching

Is this the "normal" days you're asking?
A baby. A sibling.
A friend. A student.
A worker. A mother.
Silently breathing the "proper process" of living like a human.
Then enveloping the unsaid feelings through a poem?
Watching. Writing. Bleeding

#FinishedWatching : Fullmetal Alchemist Live Action

a bit messy, i think the actor/actresses were perfect for the characters. Winry's actress was too blinding, she's damn beautiful. Sometimes the potrayal of a scene is exaggerated. I dont think the thought of the original is well delivered though the iconic scenes included in this movie shown how the staff recognized the fanbased existing on the franchise.

Overall the movie adaptation is lacking in content but the actors/actresses are on point.

Some things are exceptionally good while there's a lingering sense of guilt.

Half good, half bad.

A shame but an accomplishment and could be improved.

Wished they just stick with the material.

Heart aches.

No.

Heart breaks.

Poet Theme : Directions

Where do Love goes when it leaves you?

 - Love doesn't leave! It stays and subsides.

Where do Love goes when it hurts you?

- Love doesn't hurt you! The person does.

Where do I can find Love?

- Love resides within you.

***

[PoTD] Night you said.

The night you said you like her in front of me, she was proud and confident.

She didnt know she was the second.

It broke my heart, you broke us.

The night I went off to bed, I pushed him away.

He faced the entry of the room.

I cried like there was no mornings to come.

"I hate you." I complained while my heart sunken from grief.

But I also wish that night wasn't true.

Nor his words might be true.

I less care of what is real.

--

It was hard to broke that my hands habitually stroke his ears till I fell asleep.

Two nights after, I cried more. "I love you."

It was just the two of us now.

I hugged him tighter and several years later;

 He's still with me.

He still hugs me. He still weeps with me.

The person left, the memories fade, the lessons then are made.

--

There were days I push him away for fun.

There were days he has to face the entry of the room patiently

waiting for me to come home.

There were still mornings and nights to come.

There were days I break my own heart and complain about my missed comings.

There were still wishes I chose to stay true.

But I'll never be careless of what is real.

--

We'll fall asleep together.

Poet Theme : Perfect

(Line one here.)

(Line two here.)

Perfection are

Written,

Drawn,

Erased,

Then Unwritten.

Letter 014: X = X

I've dreamt of you.

I have always wanted to do my best if the endgoal is you.

Always, the endgoal is you.

--

Endgoal

I've dreamt of you.

I have always wanted to do my best if the endgoal is you.

Always, the endgoal is you. 

The route we've taken everyday, 

somehow felt so short.

PoTD : Blood Moon