"We are poetically beautiful,
even we're vulnerable and broken."
This book contains of english poems and prose I've written for the past years until to this date. Some are short and some are quite long. I hope you enjoy reading my pieces!
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and if there’s something i’d like to come true, it is for you to have wonderful memories with someone who can show you so many reasons to see the beauty within yourself.
just like how the wind soothes every souls, the stars shine when darkness envelopes the sky, and when the trees hum in its softest whisper like lullabies, you were the one who resembles every beautiful thing i could ever think of whenever i remember your name.
funny how i could visualize your visage free from morning blues and isolation; and i couldn’t contain my excitement to see your smile because it is too priceless; but perhaps, i'm really enthralled by your very existence. if only i have the courage to vent it out, i’d like you to know that in every day that passes by, nothing will ever surpass your sweet voice that can make me fluster all over the entire day. it’s too good to be true, to be with someone you cannot defy its abstinence and cannot omit the push and pull of fate. but it’s like a daydream for me to handle—
so, in the end, all i could ever do is remain living in phantasm with nothing in my hands but a handful of stars that i’d gladly trade just to meet you somewhere in the midst of this lonely street.
but i guess that was the thing about loving someone; i came to love writing poetry and see you as the subject. it turned complex things i feel into simple phrases and what’s hidden in my fragile chest whenever i find it hard to breathe. it only takes a paper with words disguised in poetry to reach you even just for a little time when you read it. you turned my sight into a whole different level that i could almost see everything so beautiful, oftentimes making me feel i became too cliché just like those people in some good old movies.
or maybe, that was the thing about loving you— you were like an art that consoles the core of my psyche. maybe loving you is like a hard obstacle that i need to get through before i could finally catch up your pace. i have a lot of things running in my mind that it’s insanely crashing every parts of me, every ounce of me. it was strong enough to make me gape without even realizing that i already stared too much until you finally look into my side and then i'll instantly move away my gaze like a coward that doesn't want to get caught.
//. but you know, at the end of the day, i wish the poems i've sent to you would come into realization art work : unknown (pcttro)
