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It Hurts.

Love is hurt
Love is capable to destroy one heart and cherish the other

Love is capable to make people blind of one eye and one heart

I could love

I could hate

I could transform love into hate

Love is jealousy

Love is when one entitled was allow to wait in the dark and the forbidden one was allow to bath in shine

I could love

I could revenge

I could transpire love into revenge

Love is stupid

Love is when you dive into lust of your own and don give a fuck to other.

Love is when you bow in temporary cheap thrills and lost in adultery.

I could love

I could, Love x


Drilling Holes


Picture: we heart it

We’ve been running through the same circle.
Circle full of pain. Full of numbness. Full of vain.

I want to curse. I want to scream. I want to shout.
All your bullshit words.
Of live. Of love. Of money. Of everything

We’ve been crying through the unshed tears.
Tears full of misery. Full of disappointment. Full of hurt.

I want to curse. I want to scream. I want to shout.
All your shitty role.
About live. About love. About money. About everything.

We’ve been tortured through all the lies.
Lies full of hatred. Full of disgrace. Full of wrath.

I want to curse. I want to scream. I want to shout.
All your fucking perspective.
About live. About love. About money. About everything.

Mend The Implausible

Link on the pic

I didn’t hate you guys really

And sometimes I spent those times crying

Mourning over our good time together

What happen to you?

What happen to us?

I didn’t know really

What did I do wrong?

What did you do wrong?

I didn’t care

I didn’t give a fucking shit you know

I just want us good


Is it because that dime?

Or is it because that dog?

I don’t know, you know

I don’t even know you, now

And here I am hoping that you’ll do good

Do happy as you wish as you want

As you try to accomplish

And I hope it’s worth the blood.

In Between Thoughts

ph: safalniveshak

Where’s there’s good there’s bad. There’s dark there’s light. There’s guilty there’s innocent. There’s black there’s white. There’s right there’s wrong. There’s something in between.

I believe in karma. I believe in what goes around comes around. I believe in what you reap is what you sow. and I believe in God, off course.

My past taught me a lot to never judge people of what happen in people’s life or of what they choose on the choice they make. I know there’s good things and bad things. There’s right doings and there’s wrong doings. There’s guilty and there’s innocent. The good and bad things are knowledge. The right and wrong doings are a choice. The guilt and innocent aren’t my place to judge.

People cheat. People corrupt. People lie. People ignorance. People fake. Women prostitute. Men douchebag. Husband abusive. Wife addict. Child broken.

There are times you witness people you love choose to do wrongs and become so bad. There are times you really want to fix them, advice them and even tell them they’re wrong. Everything happens for reasons. Reasons that most of the time we have no clue about it but we act like we knew everything. We didn’t know what happen in other people life that make them choose to do the wrong things. We didn’t. Yet we feel that we can fix them.

To some broken soul no words can make them turn into light but God. But that’s make it not our battle but their battle. No matter how much you want to change people or make stop of people do the wrong it’s not going to flip like a pancake.

You might questions everything. Question reasons of they wrong doing. But don’t judge because you are no God. and you are no saint.

You might see your loved ones fall into darkness. Fall into what they thinks will help them. You just need to stand there with your arm stretch ready for anytime help just in case they want to crawl back into light.

I used to be judged and I know how bitter that felt.  Ever since no matter how dark someone choose and all the wrong doings they act, I don’t do judge. I might admit what they do is wrong but hell that’s not my life. But I am always ready for giving help. I might admit what they do is wrong but that doesn’t mean I’ll do what they do.

I believe everything happen for reasons. Reasons I never knew. Reasons I never experienced.



ph: galaxy-is-my-limit

Sleeping sleeping

How many time do you need for sleeping

So will you wake up brand new

And ready to sink in

New day new life new challenge

Sleeping sleeping

You always sleeping

And will you end up sleeping

Many seconds of many minutes of many hours

Leaving me bearing of you sleeping

Sleeping sleeping

I hate it when your life is all about dreaming

In the morning in the day in the night

So you might be seeking

For anything but sleeping

Sleeping sleeping

Ain’t no beauty sleeping

Or probably the beast roaming

And leave aching

Of living

Sleeping sleeping

You should stay sleeping and beautifully dreaming

But that ain’t no life

and you’ll never survive

Unbecoming Love

ph: umfridus

Don’t smile to me sir. and don’t call my name nicely sir. or don’t look me in the eye with that puppy-dog eye sir. or don’t give me attention like you do sir. don’t sir.

Don’t make me fall for you sir.

Don’t make in love with you sir.

Even I know nobody can’t choose to whom to fall in love with. But I choose to not fall for you sir. Because you know I just can’t. and I know you just can’t.

I opt you to scowl at me. and bark at me. or never even look at me as if I wasn’t there. or never acknowledge and ditch me alone.

But you make this hard sir. You make this unbearable. You make me dream about you every night while I sleep with someone other than you. I dream you sit side by side with me then you pull me to your arms and hold me as long as I asleep. My heart dropped when you suddenly hug me. Hmmmm your hug is warm sir and all the butterflies in my stomach start crawling out. I want to touch you sir so bad but I am afraid. But every night I touch you sir…. a lot. I want to kiss you but always not yet you said. I feel my breath hitches and my body start to ache, ache for you sir. Then suddenly I jerked awake.

I hate you sir. I hate you for making me this way. I will daydream about you. About how you taste. Your lips. Your arms. Your fingers. And……you love. I want to make love to you sir. No, I want you to make love to me sir. Say you’ll love me. Say you’ll take care of me. Say you’ll choose me sir. Then I will snap back to where I was doing.

Every night is a nightmare. Every day is a torture. I’d rather you kill me than leave me alone. Untouched. and. Unloved. But you understand right sir? That we’ll just to keep dreaming about being together. Because I know you will never choose me. Because you never know me.

I know sir you have family because I have mine too. But just let me sir. Let me watch you from afar sir. Like how this is started.

It may have start but may not happen.

I love you sir.

I love you

Even when you’re not.

Daily Prompt: Stranger

Have you ever had a random encounter or fleeting moment with a stranger that stuck with you?

I am all about strangers. random and fleeting.

I think it is my solitariness that brought me to strangers. My first ‘real’ boyfriend, my best-friends, some secret admirer all are strangers at first. Even until recently.

I think me being alone is a magnet for strangers, a lot of times I think why men easily approach woman who is solo and not in a pack, and that’s it. I am all about mute when face-to-face conversations though but that didn’t hinder them to approach me. I met strangers everywhere but mostly on internet chatting or swimming pool.

I could talk often on internet chatting and being so chatty online but in offline I was statue. It’s hard for me to speak to real person, can you give me any reasons why? But I’ve dated some off guys form my internet chatting but went no further and I guess you know the reasons, I wasn’t as interesting as I was online.

I know, you’ll probably questioning how come swimming pool could be place where I met a lot of strangers. Well, I was kinda different girl to come to swimming pool in pack and all they do just chatting but I actually swimming in the same line with the men and I swim as much as the men do and even more. So I guess that’s where my attraction comes from. They’ll start on “how many lap have you been?” then to “what time do you finish?” then “can I take you home?” to “can I have your phone number?” or “will you come back next week?”. And I’ll answer monosyllabic. My encounter once lead me to job offer, he insist I apply to his office. But I never really took further with them because most of them pretty persistence to the point I’m sick of it. I hate when people insist me so it’ll never work out. But once, absentmindedly I agree when one of them drive me home and I swear that’ll be the last for it. I dread for being so stupid but I thank GOD there’s no such bad thing happen.

I was pretty brave girl when I young and not thinking the dangers of involving with strangers but after some not too good experiences I became more cautious. Basic knowledge:




“I want to live in a world without rules to love you”

Can We?

Can we keep silent while we’re fuck?

To feel my world consciously

And to understand your lust of owning me

I don’t want to hear you asking

For undesirable sweat

I need you to keep quite while you enjoy your sticky fishy liquid blast in my vagina

I will not sigh about how you’re gonna love me in return

Can we keep silent when we’re fuck?

About the future we haven’t have yet

And how we will end up locking each other

In need of joint in strain

Where we choose to get hurt together

I don’t want to hear you bitching my frozen tranquility

As long we are not stop fucking each other we’re fucking fine

I need more beds, more filthy thought

To find my sensual passion

To treasure our future with

As we keep silent I crave to fuck you

I need more fantasy of our future

We can’t decide yet

To keep our skin close while snogging

I need more you in me, and me in you

And dying together in pain of losing each other

Can we just be in silent?

An If

What if you were younger

What if you were single

What if I wanna kiss you

What if I wanna make out

What if I wanna be yours

What if you weren’t married

What if you weren’t had child

What if I wasn’t fall for you

What if I was fall for you

I don’t want an if

I want you

I want a married-man like you