Lately..

Assalamualaikum w.b.t..

This is another random entry. Since I don't always have time to sit and read a whole book, I love to go through short poems and quotes. It gives me the same pleasure and comfort which I really like. But lately, besides reading, I found amusement through writing too. Reading for pleasure is like a sweet escape from this world that allows me to experience new things through the characters. But writing is an art of expression. It allows you to speak in silence and it's not necessarily has to be your own voice, but can be from the others' pov too. It is actually fascinating! (or am i the only one who thought so -_-")

I would love to write poems! But the thing is, I'm not really good with words. I'm bad at choosing the right words to express myself, not to mention my limited vocabulary. So, it would be lovely if I could meet someone who understands me without having to say much. HA HA!! 

Soooo, I wrote this, ugh, I don't know whether it's a poem or just sentences jumbled together. But whatever! Call me weird, but I found a sense of satisfaction writing it. Bear in mind that it's not always about me. The idea just came up and I write it here. I use English because it's more comfortable ('I love you' sounds less cheesy than 'saya cinta awak', don't you think so?) haha!

YOU & I

You and I

are like two different creatures.

You're from Mars, while I'm from Venus.

We never really know each other

but somehow, it feels like you're part of me. 

I know that we're different

Yes, I do.

But a key and lock perfected each other, right?

For all we know,

no one creates a lock without a key.

And you just have to find the right one.

.

.

.

WHAT ARE YOU?

Years went by,

but the agreement 

between the sun and the moon

never wavers.

As the sun hides itself,

the sky turns black,

and the moonlight appears.

It has always been like that.

Then, the clock hits 12 a.m.

but Cinderella didn't leave the ball.

It's me,

lying on my bed,

with my brain working at its highest peak.

At that moment, I wonder

"What are you?"

During the day, 

you put me in such agony.

But at night,

you are my ultimate bliss.

You gave me roses,

to beautify me,

making me beamed.

But you didn't cut the thorns

and it made my fingers bleed.

So I ask again,

"What are you?"

Are you my Yin, or my Yang?

Just as I'm about to close the door, 

you came to me running frantically,

knocking on the door like a mad man.

So I open it a little more,

enough for you to get inside.

To my horror,

there you stand numbly,

not moving an inch.

It's like you throw me high up in the sky,

but letting me fall down with no one to catch.

And I'm deteriorating,

but that's another story.

At that instant,

the table turns.

Realizing that I'm much more than an option,

I no longer search for you.

I found my true love, it's Him;

who loves me unconditionally.

Life minus you,

nothing changed.

But without Him,

I am nothing.

So if you were to ask me,

"What am I?"

My answer will be

...you are ambiguous.

© amerahramli_2014.

P/s: you might be thinking, "What kind of nonsense is this??" hahahahaha i'm so bad at this (T_T)

*cries a river*