Senseless Thoughts

The thing about poems,

is they force you to think of flowery words,

double meaning lines,

some of it couldn't be understood.

even force you to rhyme,

until every word gives no sense at all

no meaning

no feelings.

Lack the sense of deep emotions

put into words

Grudges constructed to put up a sentence

Blurry thoughts wrote on a paper.

Well it helps you to manage your inner perception of how you really feel.

you start to jot down stuff until you can't stop cause your mind won't stop either.

because the thing is poems have no sense at all, just like your thoughts, sometimes

it need not to make one.

Sail on a Wooden Boat

Photo by Mheggo

The time when everything was a blur. Still.

Life is trying to sail across a wide ocean;

figuring out how to please everybody,

how to please everyone.

Lurking on it, can't decide which place to go.

No corners, no sides, can't merely see edges,

can't do anything about it, can't even force you to think it so.

But even though we're unsure where this ship will board,

where this boat will anchor.

Need not to worry, need not to bore,

patience will be worth giving,

waiting for it will be worth seeing.

Because nothing is more gratifying

than sailing life to its happy ending.

Unidentified Joy

Sometimes I wonder

why do i do the things that I do;

Things that need to be pondered,

Things that yet to come true.

Reasons why I wake up each day,

Smiles, I show my face, they say.

Every time that I chose to stay.

Questions every night, includes when I pray.

I'm still indefinite with the answers I collect.

Doubts bury me, each night that directs.

Leads me to more answers on my mind,

but the questions still not blurry, can't be remove from my sight.

One thing is for sure,

I'm happy with this joy that I felt.

Every time you have done it.

Every time you make me melt.

Everyday I'm reminded

the moment my eyes blinks,

It reveals more of that

never identified obvious blessing.