In My Dreams

in my dreams, she was brought back from the sleep

while i laid myself to rest in her place

i was granted one last wish

before i could descent to the deepest parts of hell

in my dreams, she keeps on living

and apocalyptic november never arrived

where i can recall she is gone but she has no memory of it

i just watch her do the silly dance while i cry and thank my god

in my dreams, i was allowed to see her face

and fate didn't betrayed me

i was never present with her in the darkest moment

but locked far away to a hospital bed

The Art Room

In the school's art room

when no one was around

i sat, forlorn by my own grief

as a way to escape my pain

november had already broken my bones

my letters remained ignored

so i sat, and watched a friend paint

marking the beginning of something fleeting

Skeleton Love

through the cracking floorboards

i hear voices from the past

when it's cold outside

and leaves are taking their final breath

all stories that started 

found their endings in november

and like a skeleton ghost

they hang on the door, staring at me

The Promised November

the promised november never arrived

it's still the same covered in fog

and smoke from the old world

when my life was at crossroad

november's blood moon

and stars told a different story of my fate

i die every night and think about it

when my god promised to love me more

In the Colour of November: The Prologue

voices buried deep in the ground

and ashes sprinkled into the river

i'm suffering from a melancholic fever

where my day appears gloomy and night midnight blue

in the shade of moonlight obscured by fog

the ghosts of the dead and almost forgotten

they all comes back to life 

to haunt and live in the colour of november

In the Colour of November: A Poetry Series

Maybe this time we will part ways. who knows? Writing is a whole different thing from publishing. Sometimes you write, sometimes you share what you wrote and sometimes you just burn whatever you wrote. This new poetry series falls in the second category as i wrote it while telling my mind that it's the last chapter that i must put out and add a period in the story. I wrote these because they were meant to be shared as a way to let the ink of my pen fly away in form of texts on internet web pages because that way i'll be free and i won't have to keep these with me. This new and possibly final piece of work by me is called "In the Colour of November". 

The reason i chose to call it that was a small idea that i had based on a short film script i wrote called "The Art Room" but at that time, the title sounded a bit cringe. So i came up with something else and this is what that title was. As i kept digging in my dairy entries, i came across a common pattern that is the month of november lore. It's more like a curse and i'm nothing but scared every time November comes around. You never know what might happen to you next. This month holds the memories of a loved one who died, a friend who betrayed me, a new beginning and its ending (it was fleeting), memories of getting deserted and a lot more than what i can put into words. This month makes me suffer from melancholic fever and everything appears to be obscured by fog. In conclusion, its color is haunting not because of the fog and cold but because of the painful memories it carries.

The poems in this series are as follows:

Main Theme Poem- In the Colour of November: The Prologue

• The Promised November
• Skeleton Love
• The Art Room
• In My Dreams
• Love in November
• Two People by Fire
• Loud Thoughts
• Smoke and Cigarette
• Happiness
• Wild Currents
• Born in November
• Porch
• Lighthouse
• Death in November