See the World Through a Pulp

Be sour rather than sweet, for sweetness is opium that gives you pleasure, yet brings a lot of bad effects.

Too much sweet could be addicting, that you’ll always look for the one that gives you this taste, yet it causes toothache that leads to headache. Addiction to it will cause you misery once you don’t taste it anymore. Too much sweet is boring, all the same, nothing new, yet you’ll always look for it. Too much sweet is draining, it makes you hyperactive, yet it tires you, until you have nothing to give. And with sweetness, other people will try to get it from you.

Being sour, on the other hand, is healthy. It makes you immune from most of the pests that attacks your relationship. It gives the feeling of kiss, the flirt that makes you jingle. It boosts your energy, that no matter how active you’ll be, you won’t be drained easily. Being sour shows care, love, and is true to both of you.

Sweetness is a flirt given to lure, a bait, a bribe; yet being sour is a flirt given by someone who loves and cares.

Nothing but grief was the replacement for the love she gave.
He wasted every effort that the lady offered.
All she wanted was to be appreciated,
even no love is to be returned…
yet he took it all,
and left nothing
Nothing
But grief

Pride, not love
Love but pride
Destroy the bonds rather than strengthen
Begone all significance as long as I’m right
Who cares what you believe, who cares what you think?
Be lost, be gone from my life, as long as I win.

You work for yourself and yours alone. “Why do it if it won’t benefit me?” you said. It is not laziness, but a selfish act. The vanity that’s equal to sloth. Attention, all would be yours, show-off, do things, but only for your benefit, is it really worth it?

Is it hunger, or just plain greed? That in each hour that passed, you want to eat.
Taste, buy, get all that you see, though your stomach can’t eat them all.
Wasting food, resources, the possible life source for others, all because of the charm that your eyes could see.

Once a month the moon is empty, and once a month it’s full. In some days it’s halved, quartered, shining only by part. But is it damaged? No, just missing something. No matter how full we feel once in our lives, we will always crave for something missing. And even just once, we will have that feeling like we have nothing, that we feel empty. Sad thing about the moon is, that no matter how full we see her, most of the time she’s alone, that the stars aren’t always there for her.

I wouldn’t replace her

A baker made a bread, a bread that he loved, the best he ever made. He tasted a piece, yet he did not finnish the bread. He savoured the bite and kept what’s left for him to experience it another day. He was proud of it, never shared it, but he lets others to smell it. All was contented even only for the smell. Everyday, he only took one bite. He could have made another one, or made more as he pleases, yet he wanted that bread to be special, the only one for him. But as for every bread, it gets rotten. The bread was only at its half, but it’s now bringing ill to the baker. His stomach ached all the time. He knew that it was the bread, yet he keeps eating a piece everyday. It still tasted good even for a spoiled bread. The baker got very ill that everyone was concerned about him. They didn’t know that he was still eating the bread, but he knew that it’s not getting any better for him. He needs to throw away the bread. He did it, though it was painful. He can make another one, yet he was decided not to, for his masterpiece could never be replaced.

Wash

I kept missing you,
Though your face is fading in my mind
And all your smiles are becoming dull.
Please don’t go.

It’s been a long time,
I’m always near you, yet you’re not there
You put me in another world
A world where I can’t touch you

I’m staring to foget you,
Not move-on, but forget
A forgetting that I don’t like,
Still I know that you’re a big part of my life

It poured on me, cleaning everything
Slowly rinsing,
Gently washing,
An inevitable rain.

The irony of heaven and hell

A place so bright, yet so cool; while the other being dark and shady, yet so hot.

Studio Lights

I have two sides, in which the light is at one side that the shadow falls on the other. Of course, your apperture is high that you see me as a whole. Still, if you capture my image, one side is bright, the other, dark. Obviously, you can only see the bright side, the one with the main light. People will always look at the main light first, then to the fill lights, yet few will try to see what’s on the dark side, the parts that you won’t easily see. Of course, this is a pictorial, we both would want to capture the good side, so I will pose for the light, and be dramatic with the shadow.