When Is Sometimes?

SOMETIMES IT’S what I didn’t say
Sometimes it’s what I say

Sometimes it’s my silence
Sometimes it’s my loudness

Sometimes it’s my laughter Continue reading

For Whom

DON’T DO it for them.

Do it for yourself.
Do it for me.


They Got And I Got

SHE MUST care.
She got that title
and ruined it

she got that responsibility
and run away from it Continue reading

A Little Difference Is a Big Change

THERE WILL come a moment in our life when we’ll look back and realize we’ve met many different people. They, different for us.. so do we, different for them. Little did we know that there was this certain person who changed us. Changed us in a way we never imagined. Changed us into someone a lil different from what we used to be.

We’ll come to realize that they, he or she, didn’t change us at all. But we did change for them. We accepted the change which has been waiting for so long. Finally we learned to accept it wholeheartedly, accepted it without a single doubt.. And we owe it to them, her or him.

One morning.. we’ll just wake up with a fresh eyes as if we’re just born again and we’ll see life in a different perspective.

The morning light isn’t just a dazzling light.. but a light that would mark a new beginning. Human beings aren’t just people living.. but there’s more to them than what we should have known. Animals aren’t just creatures, not just pets.. but they are living things capable of caring. Music isn’t just a sound we listen to.. but are songs capable of comforting.. Different views and they removed that blindfold from us.

Our life’s just be different since they came. Our life seems to be better than just enough. People came and they are oblivious to what they have done.. oblivious to how they have affected us.. oblivious that they are the reason for a better person right before their eyes.. oblivious that a little difference is definitely a big change..

I’ve met a lot of different people and that certain person who have driven me to write about this certain change.. And now maybe you’re oblivious, too, that you, yourself, became different person to someone.. that you, yourself, cause a real change to someone.

Imperfections Of My Hand

COZ THERE are times when I told myself that I can’t really draw.. but here are the times when I journey through oblivion and found myself impressed by my own hand..

There are imperfections. Using pen means drawing without any mistake. But sometimes, those imperfections are what make it perfect.

Black and white is beauty

black and white show the true colors

black and white..


I Need a Pause.

BUT NOT here.

not now.

not in front of them.

let not trickle.

for just a moment.

let not burst.

for just a moment.

can still control them.

can still make them stay.

for a while.

not here.

not now.

not in front of them.

it hurts.

warmth in my eyes.

but please.

not in front of them.


You Know My Name.. And??

Names Names Names

KNOWING THE name is just a thing

knowing the name isn’t enough

knowing the name doesn’t mean

knowing the beholder of the name..

“What’s your name,’ Coraline asked the cat. ‘Look, I’m Coraline. Okay?’
‘Cats don’t have names,’ it said.
‘No?’ said Coraline.
‘No,’ said the cat. ‘Now you people have names. That’s because you don’t know who you are. We know who we are, so we don’t need names.”
Neil Gaiman, Coraline


Things People Did

*this was written not today*



WELL.. TODAY was not really my day. I was moody. Others would tell something and I’ll just rebut it. Others would ask me something and I’ll just reason out sounding like wanting a debate.

Little did I know I was already debating with myself.

People I care seems like rejecting me
People I care seems like walking out of my life
People I care seems like not caring at all

What have I done? Why do people do such things to me? Why do different people do the very same thing others have done to me? Things that hurt me. Things which, as much as possible, I was avoiding.

Am I the problem? What have I done to them that push them to do such things? What is the problem? What’s MY problem?


Pissed Off >.<

people who are judgmental
judgmental in their own ways

pissed off people
people who know-it-all
as if they even knew you

pissed off people
people who won’t stop talking
talking as if they’re making sense

pissed off people
people who set their eyes on you
as if they govern your life

pissed off people
people who won’t stop
won’t stop doing shit things.

I’m just pissed off at someone
who didn’t watch his/her tongue
and said something that I hate to hear,
something which made me feel writing this out.


What Many Would Say

my unfinished business

I WAS drawing using my pen. Pen. Not a pencil. And drawing using a pen means you can’t make a mistake. As I continue moving my hand, no matter how hard I tried to slow down to make sure I’ll not make any mistake, I still do. Yeah, I know it is impossible not to make any mistake at all. Even just a little bit wrong move of my hand means a big mistake.

Then it flashes right through my mind; drawing is a lot like living. Many would say, I can’t draw, I can’t. And I wanted to ask, do you ever try? Many would say, I’m no good at it. And I wanted to ask, do you ever try your best to be good at it? Many would say, I can’t do it, I can’t draw, I’m not like the others. And I wanted to ask, do you need to be like them[the others]?

It’s like living! Many would say, I can’t take this anymore. And I wanted to ask, do you even try facing it? Many would say, my life’s so damn and it’s nonsense. And I wanted to ask, do you even try to do good and make your life worth living? Many would say, look at their life, I’m not like them, I’m not as fortunate as them, I’m not as good as them. And I wanted to ask, why do you need to be like them in the first place? You are not like them because you are different! We are all different in a way.

Those things have happened. Those words have been said. Those questions have been asked. And those same things will continue to happen. Those same words will be spoken again and again. Those same questions will be thrown again and again. My point is not only in drawing but in living and in all the things we do..

Drawing. Living. It doesn’t matter how much we try to slow down. Being afraid of making a mistake does not mean not committing any. As avoiding to make a mistake does not mean not having any.

But it’s in our mindset that a mistake will ruin our drawings, that a mistake will ruin our lives. A mistake that makes the drawing ugly, a mistake that makes the life miserable. But what our eyes didn’t see is that a certain mistake, sometimes, is what makes our drawing beautiful, what makes our drawing different, is what makes us learn a lesson, what makes us stronger than we used to be.

If we are afraid to draw then how can we see how beautiful our drawing will be? How can we see what we can do without trying? How can we appreciate ourselves? If we are afraid to live then how can we see how beautiful life is? How can we see what life can give us without experiencing it? How can we accept who we really are? If we will not draw, no one will draw for us. If we will not live, no one will live for the life which must be ours.

Many would say, why continue doing things if you can’t even do it? And I wanted to ask, why not do things that will make you go on? Why giving up when life gave us all the reasons not to?

Many would say… but what would YOU say?