creative writing : shapely poem

measured by miles
you are far from me.
measured by thoughts
you are closer to me.

you are not the food that i need
you are the nourishment of my soul.
you are not my will to survive
you are my reason for living.

it is with you that i triumph
over the challenges in my path.
it is with your patience and wisdom
that calms my restless nature.
it is with you i discover
my true self.

you are my better half.
yes, you complete me.
yes, we are compounded in nature.


better-half,
nfhms.

a piece of trash

i'm sorry
i can't afford a better shelter for you.

too many things make you feel uncomfortable being here.
lack of this.lack of that.

i know how you feel.
because i have the same feelings.
if i know the feeling,
i can imagine what more if it's you.
maybe yours are beyond than mine.

uncomfortable.
90% insecured.
less freedom.
full of boredom.
almost every action has its limitation.

every time i try to make you feel better,
you make me feels useless.
what i said fly to no direction.
what i do is merely a doll's action.

maybe time heals better than i do.
or maybe we are driving too fast.


not a painkiller,
nfhms.

sumpah tak buat lagi

for agreeing with my thought that this one particular assignment is really such a wasting time, i repeatedly delaying the process of doing it. no matter how i hate assignments, there is no way out. deal with it or else, you would not score again for this semester.

i should have done it earlier, for a better preparation and for a better presentation. though, many factors contributes to its late progress. i did it this morning. at 2 a.m. hardcopy finished at 6.15 a.m.
never have i stayed up this late for doing my assignment.never.the most i can go is until 4 a.m.

i woke up at 8 in the morning, and rushed to the bathroom.
i was in rushing.then i checked out my timetable, the class starts at 9.30 a.m.so i jumped back onto my bed and slipped under the blanket.i dozed off.deeply.that when i awoke, it was 10minutes before class start.

damn.i haven't practiced my presentation yet.not even for a round.
i dressed up and hopped into the car and drove fast.

i was totally not ready.
my mind was in the mess state.
i tried to focus.but i can't.

what done is done.
the presentation was a bit clumsy but everything was under control.
still, i don't feel the satisfaction.
serve me right.


sumpah tak buat lagi,
nfhms.

discomfort

my hands shiver.
my feet are cold.

i feel dizzy.
i don't feel good.

i feel like throwing up.
i need discomfort-killer syrup.

weaker,
nfhms.

dear abah...

dear abah,
do you hear me?

i really want to talk to you but i can't pick up your call.
i am sorry.

i'm crying.
i dont want to worry you.i wish i could tell you what i'm going through here.
i wish i could share every single thing with you.i know, i just can't.

but i want you to know,
that i miss you and mom so much.

abah,
adek nak balik...T.T


your daughter,
nfhms.