Lost Winter Notes (PDF)

Lost Winter Notes
-The closet of cold-

In 2017 after my school’s first semester elapsed I decided to travel around the
country and explore the beauty of my country during winter. Well, everything
went as planned and these notes are based on my travel experiences.
I dedicate these notes to all my friends.

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Chaos of the Winter
In the sky
the bolt of the lighting scolded
flooded with sore heavy storm
and the weary clouds shed a tear.

The fear of the night
with its itchy bruised scent
burnt with a sigh of cold.

Its ashes
wandered beneath the moon
staggering warily amongst thunderbolts
until swept away by a cloudburst.

My Crush
I wish
For her beauty to be as ravishing
as the color of the twilight,
for her smiles to absorb the charm
of the moon,
and for me to have the courage to face her.

I wish
I could tell her how I feel about her
But then,
I am too shy to tell her.

The Night
In the midnight
When the night is silent
the moon serenades the earth
and the stars sings lullaby to the fireflies.

All that issinks within the quiet hour
and the lovers…
lean on the pillows, cuddle- kiss and make love.

COLD
At night… In the murkiest hour
clouds gather hurriedly and
the rain begins to pour heavily
as coldness, be- I pull up my warmest
blankets and hide myself from the cold.

That Night
The night was sickened
and I had laid on the bed devastated,
her words had left my heart
throbbing with wretchedness, and tears streaming
down my face like wicked tides.

I woke up shattered
with an empty yawn that
oozed with a raucous nightmare,
the moon’s eyes were shuttered and
I was left with no care.

“You were never my type,” she murmured.

Scar
Because of his charm
She wrote his name on her forearm
and she felt complete about it.

Because of her beauty
he lied to her about his love for her
the way he lied to other girls before her.

Because he finally hugged her,
kissed her
and made love to her;
he forgotten about her
like how the time forgets the dead.

She felt betrayed
and she scarred his betrayal on her arm
there’s no longer a tattoo
only a scar of his betrayal of her love for him.

He Left Her
The things he used to tell her
when they were lying on his bed
were just lies, lies, lies, lies and freaking lies
to make his way into her pants.

Where is he now? She wondered.

Empty Dream
I used to dream
about loving you
and being with you.

Now that I found you
I wish I had never met you.