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I love to write poems since I was in form 2. I might say that being able to write poem and engulf myself within a moment of writing poem is such a blessing. I could imagine things upon my visions, wide and clear. Whenever I feel like writing poem, it will come to me, like a wind, whispering its beautiful words, sending me chills to hold my hand and pour it onto the paper, abusing the wet ink on the classic paper, to sketch and scribble , to create a magnificent art of words.
Nevertheless
Not that i was desperate,
But needing you was a target,
Ever since we met,
You’re the clouds, you’re the shade,
When it’s hot, and the sun dance through the horizon
But still feels cozy and yet too comfy
It was beautiful, gaily eye catching,
How you limit the shine that pass through you,
Being an abstract; you’re the part of the arts,
How you’re being approval of the mindless rain,
To pour a melancholic tears that being hold for countless days,
To make me feel things i haven’t feel for so long,
To make it gradually different ,
To make it feel special after a donkey years ,
Cuz you’re the clouds and I’m the dried ground,
You’re the saver after the killing droughts.
-azmeerazmee
Sorry Dad
“It’s not your fault”, at least that’s the only thing,
i wish i could tell him,
My dad;
He embraced me as the ruthless night engulfed within,
When the dark skies appeared,
As the anxiety started to kick,
Yet to win, like a pretty huge flames,
Ready to burn every inch of me,
He vanished it all , like a superhero
He’s so brave, so strong
But why?
Why can’t he stop blaming himself?
It was vivid, how he made me drown, by looking at the tears that keep rolling down from his wrinkled eyes day and night,
Oh i wish i could wipe it,
How he hold himself, whenever he tried to remember every melody of our songs,
I wish i could sing with him,
Cause we knew, the giggles and joy are disappearing,
Since the cruel night that he felt guilty,
How shattered his heart while starring in disbelief,
His own daughter was dead and killed mercilessly,
“It’s all my fault; if only i take a really good care of her”
He sobs in a most remorseful thoughts.
-azmeerazmee
perhaps not that good, but i can also sing, instead singing is my hobby. I love to sing anytime and anywhere. My head always preoccupied with songs, most of the time, the songs fit the situation. For instance, at this one time when i felt nervous, there's a song in my head which was There's nothing holding me back- Shawn Mendes. Also, this one time when i felt genuinely happy, the song Like me better by Lauv played in my head, simultaneously i sang it.
This a song i sang with Fatin <3
Moreover, I can also drive a car, because I have a license hehe ;)