Compilation of Sarah's poems that are in less than 140 characters.

Compilation of Sarah's poem-tweets... hah!

It whispers to my ears soothingly,
wet my face as I face up calmly,
the freshness filled my lungs as I breathe in, 
I feel serenity.#AARain

In the end of the day, it's all up to Him, His opinions that matter, nothing else, in the end of the day, all will return back to Him #dying

in a solace, feels like heaven, escape in sanctuary, where nobody's there, I want that, no feelings, full of nothingness #dying

red, everywhere is red, curved artwork on this beautiful, milky skin, covered with red, feeling numb to all misery, just let me go #dying

Dimmed light, unused roads, is there any hope? Reach out your hand, voice out your heart, before it's too late. #dying

Running away from you, running away before it gets any deeper, apparently I'm running in a circle, with you as the center of the attention.

I think the sparks have decreased, little by little, perhaps you're not so important after all, just a distraction.

I tried so hard to not look into your eyes, those dark eyes, but somehow they are like magnets, pulling mine into those gaze, I'm trapped.

Yellow is how happy when I see you, Red is how my heart is beating for you, Blue is how I feel when I know I will never have you. #AAcolors

Colours are bursting, out of my head, out of my heart, mixed emotions, all because of you. #AAcolors

Only you can make me feel like every colour in the chart in just a glance, only you. #AAcolors

To the past and present... Future? idk...

Note: This was written for Dear Rose but I just realized that I have another blog. HAHAAH kbye

Dear Rose, 

How is it going? How are you? It has been a while, isn’t it? Almost 2 years of not writing on this blog. Even the blog that I have created on the spacedot thingy has been shut down last time I checked. I don’t even know when the blog had shut down, I should save the posts that I have made in that blog. Stupid non-mainstream hosting blog.

So... blog... bloggy blog blog... where you write your thoughts and nonsense and some interesting shit... Oh wait, I don’t say ‘shit’ anymore.. hahaha...anyway, blogs...  People don’t do that anymore, aren’t they?  People who still blog out there are the ones who will get payment if he posted something. I rarely even open my tumblr anymore. Remember when my life was all about tumblr? 24/8, tumblring all day. Tumblr famous. Making friends on tumblr. Making gifs and edits and posted them on tumblr. Making nonsense posts on anything, anytime, anywhere... sigh... I’m reminiscing this because I read my old posts where I kept thinking, “oh.... this was me...” “Oh, I was like this...” It’s not that I have changed, but I did. It’s like... I’m still the same old me but I’ve changed. You know what I’m saying? Yeah....

21 is a big number. Not that big but still... To say that you’re 21 years old is a little bit weird I might say. Whenever I’m on this blog, I would always look at myself in the present with the point of view of the 15/16-year old me where my imagination runs wild and kept thinking of the future, what would I do while I was 20, 25, 30 and so on... I would think about the specific experiences that I would face in a certain range of age. What would I have mastered when I will be this certain of age? So far.... dear 15/16 year old me, I did almost everything what you thought about us 5 years ago. Alhamdulillah. There were some glitches and hiccups and bumps and hills and mountains(literally), but you know the lists that you ALWAYS made... “Things I want to have” “Things to do before I died” “Things to do before I’m 21” “Wish list” “The bucket list” I want to proudly say that I’ve crossed out lots on the lists that we’ve created, which is an accomplishment to me. I’m happy for the 15/16 year old me.

But to the present me... I’m a little bit worried. Are you okay? Are you really okay? Why are you like this? You need to sort your priorities straight. Like pronto!!! Extremely pronto... but yeah... This is really tough... Really tough... I hate when I lose myself in the emotional vacuum. It’s like I cannot reach myself. It’s out of the radar. I need to have my focus back. Why do I have to float to the cloud nine while I don’t know where I am going or where I am heading? I’m lost. Super lost. It’s like you’re going to a hike with someone, you know why you’re going there and with whom but as you’re hiking, that someone is gone and you don’t know where is the exit. You only have yourself and the earth surrounds you. You feel at ease and panic and the same time. It’s beautiful scenery up in the hill but still, you want to go out from there because you feel all alone and you don’t have anything with you. Zilch. Everything is with that certain someone. So what’s the solution?

Will you find that someone or go out of there alone before it’s getting too dark? Really dark...

Sighhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.....

I feel like a gazillion years since the last time I’ve made a metaphor post... haha...

Okay.

Bye.

Miss you Rose.

Miss you.

Love,

Sarah.