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Antara ilmu dengan iman, mana datang dulu? Adakah dengan iman datangnya ilmu? Atau dengan ilmu datangnya iman?

Yang mana satu sekalipun, kenapa masih berlaku usaha untuk mendapatkan ilmu seolah-olah tiadanya iman pada dirimu? Padahal belajar jurusan agama, berada di sekolah agama, dah tu dapat A dalam subjek Pendidikan Islam berbanding aku sekadar dapat B, kemudian kau memandang hina diriku. Tidak beragamakah aku? Kerana memanglah imanku berlandaskan gred pada slip SPM sejak dulu.

Segala nasyid kau dengar, segala kisah kau tahu. Jadi aku anggap imanmu lebih utuh dari diriku. Aku anggap kau lain dari majoriti anak muda sekarang. Aku labelkan kau sebagai 'alim' dalam radarku.

Namun apabila aku melihat cara kau bersungguh-sungguh mendapatkan A itu, tanggapan aku mulai berubah. Kau tidaklah sebijak mana, tapi kau rajin malah amatlah rajin. Kau rajin meminta jawapan orang. Kau rajin membodek pensyarah. Kau lebih rela meniru demi A yang kau rasakan perlu. Kau paling kurang peduli tentang desakan yang kau berikan kerana mungkin kau kira benda tu biasa. Jadi kau hanya pandangnya sebelah mata. Kau kata aku tak layak dapat A kerana kau lebih banyak buat kerja, tapi inginku tanya semula... Adakah berani kau sumpah assignment kau 100% kau punya? 

Yang hairannya, kemanakah iman itu? Kau banyak tahu. Kau suka bercerita kisah orang-orang terdahulu. Tapi kenapa caramu amat jauh dari apa yang kau sampaikan pada aku.

Sejujurnya, aku pernah fikir kau hanya bergurau. Kau tidaklah maksudkannya bila kau menyuruh aku membisikkan kau jawapan dalam dewan haritu. Atau sekurang-kurangnya kau bakal olah semula hasil kerja kelasku. Tapi salah aku memberi imej sebegitu palsu padamu. Kau mengambil jawapanku sebulat-bulatnya, kau katakan kau siap dengan bangganya. A macam manalah agaknya untuk gred ilmu apa yang kau peroleh? 

Tapi satu perkara paling aku risaukan, sumber rezeki apa yang kau ingin telan? Rezeki dari apa ingin kau suap anak bini kau nanti? Hasil penat lelahnya meniru? Hasil menipu emak dengan A yang bukan sepenuhnya milikmu? Aku takut. Aku hampa. Aku sayangkan kau kawan, tapi aku merasa kalah, kerana siapalah diriku untuk menegur berkaitan sesuatu yang kau sepatutnya lebih arif daripadaku. Wallahualam. Aku berdoa akulah yang tersalah tafsir. Dan kau lebih baik dari apa yang aku kira.

Oleh itu, maaf dan semoga berjaya.
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Another year has passed,
Hope our friendship could last,
5 fun years having a best friend by my side,
Though our times are mostly filled with only boybands in mind,
Please let us be longer than 1D,
While getting stronger individually,
But we thank them for being the relating factor,
That brought two worlds apart together.

Dear bestie,
You are the reason I'm keeping in touch,
Nobody else clings as badly as you,
We survived multiple years in class together,
Even our parents got bored of seeing us two,
But I appreciate everything that you do,
Your experienced advices, your medical treatments,
Your bossy yet understanding blabbers,
Your whining and negative point of view,
There's so many good and bad but without it I'd lose you,
You stayed even when I tore your fragile heart,
You accepted my ugly self as much as I did,
Even after countless requests for a visit to the dermatologist,
Maybe later if not soon,
Trust me and don't worry I will try my best to improve.

On the inside you are surprisingly dark and moody,
Very contrast with the layers that you put up,
But that darkness doesn't seem so bad,
They're just signs of rebellious act,
The only thing that lights is probably your heart beneath,
Because it cares too much until you feel stuck in between.

Your short temper could be better when you think of the regrets you'll get later,
It is mostly caused by the short judgments and quick actions,
They bring nothing but future disappointments,
Be wise, doesn't need to be precise,
Keep your flaws,
Enjoy your true nature,
It's the only way you can have unique patterns of your true colours.

Dear bestie,
You know I love us as much as you do,
We could be mistaken for part time lovers, who knew?
Let's keep having fun and our dreams alive,
Keep adding memories and plans for our future trips,
Coping up with you isn't as bad, as you tryna deal with my special needs,
There's not much more I'd like to say,
Hope a happy birthday would be ok.


THE SPOKEN VERSION:



I don't wanna simply delete this off my poetry blog's draft box, so here you go.


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I probably had been wanting to do this since ever - becoming a content creator. Like yknow, actually doing something I like and share my talent with the world. But sadly, what talent is there? Everything to me just always felt off somewhere.

Little did I know, I actually became pretty useful this time around. I at least got something I had planned, done. Even when it took me so long to get moving.

Anyway, if you've read the introductory post to my poetry blog, you'd probably knew my 'future plan'. One of it was to make a podcast of my poems, basically turning them into spoken word poetry. But guess what? I scraped that plan out and decided to just go with a video. Like how I DID NOT decided to. Sooo predictable of me...

HERE'S THE OUTCOME:


A FREAKIN LYRIC VIDEO WOHOO!!

Made it using After Effects but tbh, I barely made use of its whole function lol. Still... I'd say I kinda enjoy editing in AE.

There's SO MUCH MORE to learn blerghh. Let's see how long this lasts. My poetry blog has been dead for a week now. Handlettering is another tiring thing to learn. Learning is always so frustrating haiih. Anyway, hope you like that short video of my poem (which really didn't felt that short when editing). Insya'Allah better content will be up soon!


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This post will just be about my thoughts and roughly my plan for the future.

Recently after my finals ended, I've been doing a lot of thinking and debating with myself. Like the things that I'm doing, the things that I say I'd do but never did, the things I wish I could do instead, and stuff like that. I noticed now that I don't enjoy the fun fun things much (Malays call it 'benda lagha'). I still like watching kdramas, listening to kpop, watching funny youtube vlogs but it's not as much as I did. I legit feel like I've somewhat grown lol.

The thing is I feel like I should be doing something but I don't know what. It's been a long time finding the thing that I am good at. My interest and my passion. Something I would enjoy doing that won't take too much of my time. Because I'm afraid of doing something then in the end I'll lose interest. I don't want that. I wanna go all out. I wanna try my best so that I won't regret, cos I tried. 

Funny, but I know that I'm not alone when talking about this. With so many successful kids out there, we can relate the pressure to rush.

Among all the things that I enjoy watching right now (which mostly are self-motivational vids), I kinda learn a lot of wise things that wake my lazy bum up. To not delay things anymore and to chase my dreams while I am young and have a long journey ahead. I wanna try and gain as much experience and skills that I can before I graduate my degree. That's the plan.

You know after ending my first year of diploma, I kinda wanna stop joining clubs and taking up positions. I just don't like how it interferes with my life last 2 semesters. I don't regret them, but it wasn't as fun as I thought. However, those vids kinda boost back my confidence and now I have a reason to. I may still not know what club but surely, time will tell. I'd rather be torn out now than have my resume empty with useless skills. At least that's what keeps me motivated.

So now, I've decided. I've created a new blog that dedicates to all my poems. I wanna see how much I can grow there. It doesn't have to be successful. I just feel like putting something up that I can be proud of in the future. That won't make me seem dull and incapable. The reason why it's not on this blog is because I like how personal it is here. Not many knows about my existence here and no one really read all my posts. But then again, they're really personal stuff so it's better that way.

My other blog is up on Wordpress (WP) and there's a reason why it's not on Blogger even when I've been a user since primary school. I see WP as a more professional and proper website to share with people. Rather than using Blogger which seems more like a child's play. And I learn that WP actually have better statistics count compared to Blogger and it track viewer counts more accurately which I like. But ofc, WP is a bit limited for free users and it's actually quite confusing to use. Fortunately so far, it still get things done so I'm ok. 

Check out my poetry blog here.

Plus, I also made use of my hand lettering as the featured image for each post. I just started it and I thought it'll be better to include images in my blog that I can create on my own. So this idea came along to combine those two things, thus the name. I probably suck so bad but at least I made the effort.

I actually plan on making videos on my poetry and make a channel for it, but I'm just not ready yet... in the future insyaAllah. For now, I probably will consider making podcasts for spoken word poetry and definitely will share it when that happens. 

Last but not least, I also created a Facebook Page dedicated to my poetry YAYYY!! It's called 'Poetry Lettering', you can search it up or just click here. I plan on posting all my updates there along with new posts on my blog so 'like' it and wait for more of my crappy poetry. And I know many don't use fb anymore bcos there's other fun social platforms, BUT I figured I need a place for people who solely are interested in my work in the first place and where I can link to my blog easily. Tbh I wanna keep it lowkey, that's why I don't prefer sharing on my personal Instagram account. I did once, but I don't think I should do it frequently.

And so far, I like what I'm doing. There's more to learn and to improve and I can slowly do that. I'm just gonna show a whole lot of progress happening. That's why this started. It's all about the process, not success.


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It's unfortunate that a knot tied so tight were untied,
It's not like I wanted it to turn out this way,
The end nobody sees but finally resolves to this,
Sad, sad, this is truly hard to accept,
Don't worry, even when I am at my lowest won't I blame it on you,
Yeah things may happen and I did lost it all,
What I've held preciously once, were totally gone,
If only time can rewind, for me to hold you on,
Too bad there's nothing for me to say not even beg for you to stay.

But I wish I could retie our love,
Pull the ends tight and secure so the love won't loosen even more,
Tie it as hard like a ribbon that we can't let go,
Even if I'm slightly aren't too late and if you ever wonder the same,
Please rethink of retying back our love and put it back in place.

See I'm trying to accept it and leave,
Lift myself up and carry on with better me,
Now how? What can I do?
Alone I cry then alone I whine back to you - drunk as I'm used to,
Crazily saddens when you appear in my dreams as I greeted hello,
A smile I carved onto a mask I put on before,
Pretending I'm ok, been fine without you here,
But you know that's not how I end up and it's pretty damn clear.

I admit I wasn't that good, I'm always lacking to you,
If this poem pressures you more, well then take my apology,
Changing isn't easy as 123,
Putting my heart and all seems to lose you either way,
Still I hoped for another ribbon to be tied back securely as if we're OK.

Funny thing you never left my side,
You supported me wholeheartedly,
Was it this why that made me slow on the uptake because you won't ever show?
Not noticing that our end was coming,
In the end I just had to let you go,
When the break up felt so sudden yet easy,
The longing for you couldn't end the same way,
How do I erase the pain?
Your smile used to be so satisfyingly happy, now felt like a distant memory,
Even then, if only retying us was still a valid option for me...


A poetry translation of the romanized lyrics for the song Ribbon by BEAST.


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I'm starting to sense,
I'm starting to feel,
Some sort of tingly emotions in me,
Something that wants me to go all out,
To be the person I want to be not asking if it's the right deal,
Tons of sacrifice may happen and that is a no doubt,
I might go far, I might fail on may way there,
But I should draw a starting line for me to go somewhere.

If they stop me, if they refuse me to,
Oh well I can opt to just cut them through,
Because who needs a toxic friend,
Someone with a conservative mind without much care for what's mine,
I'll just get the few consensus from those who see,
That 'something' I am searching for... even if it means I gotta be lonely.

Don't need to feel all emo and offended when they show you their true colours,
The rejection against your wish they only think is wrong,
That action and mindsets I quiet am insecure,
You probably couldn't help change, but no!
Don't change others to suit yourself when you'd never know why they never did,
Instead do what you please and re-adapt,
Who knows you'll probably end up feeling better for yourself,
Even if it means the other person still struggles.

There's a whole lot I wish to do, that I wish to learn,
The things I am yet to relate with people in my world,
Judging people's expressions isn't that hard,
The minute they show some signs it's when I know they're my limit,
I am living multiple lives because I act certainly,
Choose to show what I show but ain't that gonna be all,
There's always that part only for me to see and for me to be,
Call me a hypocrite but it's better to let it be.

They gonna criticise, they gonna say how wrong you are,
Don't let that define what you're doing because they aren't that great for,
Someone big won't belittle others because they know how much they've struggle,
Welcome any constructive words, to shape and idealize a better view,
No need to think too hard but rejudge what you do,
Improve daily don't be afraid of what's on the way,
Don't do it for the hate neither for the love,
Just do to let that heart get what it deserves,
Seek for pleasure of only Who you think matters.


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When I keep things quiet and low, haven't you ever thought of why?
Refusing to share, hiding all possible trace of things I never wanted to declare,
It's as if a bubble were to surround me and you're just a pin piercing through it,
A poke or two may still be bearable because deep within I am not as thin as the onion skin,
A barrier in between to ensure we're on our own separate seats,
On this road along the paths we chose accordingly, 
Tell me is it so weird to keep my side of life in privacy?

But honestly, there's more to it than such an excuse,
You can never understand, and I know you just won't,
I could assume from the 'interested' look you give when a part of me was shown, 
You gave me something less than what I need,
But now as I explore more of the unheard cries within, you're just not right for me,
You're not a reliever but a burden I dread to bring upon to make me sound a little sane,
I notice when I say and show, that it doesn't give me the sense I felt before,
It's harder than it seems, and I am just not faking these bits,
The feeling tires me down, not making me feel any better than it supposed to sound.

Opening up is already a matter of time and effort, a lot of thoughts are also put into,
I welcome responses be it a better solution, or just show me that you'd really listen,
Instead what supposed to be simple and thoughtful, could ended being quiet offensive and hurtful,
Encouraging isn't sinful but dragging my worries is unnecessary to solidify your proof,
You brought back my rants, my cries, my messed up mind,
The past mistakes I made, were meant for personal reference,
To hear it out of you, left me to doubt my worth and holds me back from moving forward,
I tried but see these things didn't work,
It disappoints more than it satisfies, it breaks more than it heals,
So I opt for a silent ride a darker lonely path away from the heartbreak feels,
Now don't claim me as a loser or loner but understand I am feeling better,
I cried, I hide, I am satisfied and that's what really matter.


A poem I dedicate for my future spoken word poetry.


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I didn't get what I hoped I did,
The one I've lost since earlier this week,
The coldness that heavily suffocates,
The atmosphere no one would want to duplicate,
An act of suppression and anger mismanagement,
Is one that mostly being strengthen instead.

Feeling tired of getting mad,
Feeling tired of crying to bed,
It definitely isn't healthy no matter how I see it,
Confronting may seems easy,
But for me, I am running out of 'pity',
Wasting that emotion and time I don't ever favour,
Really isn't how I plan to continue with this suffer.

So I gladly turned ignorant,
My days were spent unusually silent,
How much keeping up had drained my emotions,
Go ahead and look around pretending we are loners,
Thinking that is awkward seems better,
Rather than creating another one of our inner actor.

Our ultimate solace.
Marhaban ya Ramadhan. Let's try to be a better version of ourselves and reflect more on our faith towards our Lover, our Creator - Allah Azza wa Jalla.


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Yes I'm mad,
At how you're mad at me,
For you expected me to say,
When I'm expecting you to ask,
How thoughtless I could've been,
If I only come begging to you first.

It has been since forever that phrases like "Don't let others define you" or "No one else should matter" had been flooding our mindsets. But I hate it. I simply hate how much I still doubt the truth of it no matter how hard I try to deny. Believe it or not, some part of us still stubbornly wants to listen to others. Care for what they say more than our own words. I say this bcos.... same.

You are my only resource,
Everything I have is from what you gave,
How much I eat,
Doesn't depend on what I crave.

Have you ever been in a situation where you tried so hard to keep yourself tight on a budget while waiting for your next allowance, but the money just doesn't come? Well... I have. At first I felt bad for asking, so I kept it silent and endure it just a little longer. For awhile, I refused whenever my friends ask to hang out. I give all sorts of excuses just so that it doesn't seem like I couldn't afford but only bcos I didn't want to. I wish I didn't have to. 

Til when I know that if I didn't bring it up, this will just never get resolved. But when I called up to ask, it made me seem like a useless child to only call for money. I never used to phone call anyone. Unless it's for a reason, but the reason will always makes me seem like the thoughtless person. No matter how hard I think, it's my rights. Weekly allowances should only last me a week... no? 

I restrained,
I refrained,
This ain't longer about what I wanted,
My needs also felt like they're being affected,
I've been very considerate,
Even when no one ever do the same,
Is this really how things are gonna change?


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Let me be honest here,
I'm not too fond of having you as my lecturer, 
I cursed at you more than I usually do,
I said mean things behind your back,
The fact is I admit all what I've done,
But never once I'd like to take it all back,
It's really is wrong,
What you did were all wrong.

You came late without any apology,
You've been cancelling classes on the spot too frequently,
You love last minute things and never once felt sorry,
We all know and get it that you're busy,
Even more aware of your irresponsibility,
But you should take your students more seriously,
Some are eager to learn and gain something out of you,
How could we possibly do when you yourself don't even want to?

By far, you never show any better side to be praised,
Don't you ever wanna be respected?
If all you do is slack,
Don't even dream of getting that respect or even any raise (tbh),
Try to at least explain yourself,
Though I think it would simply be worthless,
All there are the lies you piled up,
And the excuses you 'inevitably' made up.

I'm sorry ahead of time for all that I said,
Truthfully, your teachings aren't really bad,
If only you could work on that selfish act,
Have a little bit of self-reflect and some guilt will do, 
I'm sure less sin will be placed upon us two.


A poem about the things I wish my lecturer knew. What a headache he's been given me.


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Has the thought ever occur,
That behind every little whine,
Every ungratefulness or dissatisfaction,
All that we find somewhat burdensome,
Supposedly someone out there,
Is craving for the matter we plead to disown.

A slight change for them,
Could opt for a wider smile,
Thinking what we had may not be what we want,
We're hoping for what's more to come,
Until we realise the goodness that's been seeping along,
Hidden in every sigh that ever formed,
Every 'ugh' and all the 'ahh',
Doesn't necessarily end in misery,
Should we remain focus on every positivity.

There's nothing wrong with expressing your mind,
Saying what you like isn't a despicable sign,
If a little birdy fly over and speak its mind,
Hear them and possibly with all ears lended,
Imagine being in someone else's shoe,
Understanding and reliving in others point of view,
When it gets harder to relate the matters personally,
Is when you gotta start accepting your own reality,
That it's not only you who got some issue,
Others may even feeling it worse, who could possibly knew?


A poem of a friend wishing for something I've been complaining about. I should really feel more grateful.


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I am judging you so bad right now I wish you'd know,
Putting up with you could be better if it wasn't a one man show,
Your ego is never ending don't even blame me for being so negative,
You're not even on your PMS, you just being plain mean,
If you still is clueless it's because you are simply being selfish.

When I appreciate every penny doesn't mean I am poor,
I savour all my allowance for I care for my parents' endeavour,
I split the bills fair and square but you said I am very "berkira",
50 cents might mean nothing to you but to me, it could mean a different dinner,
I put up with quiet mornings when usually I'd jammed to some cheery musics,
You put your mood first above everyone else's and your opinions more than others,
Within 2 days, you snapped at me thrice for trying to be concern,
I feel like flipping out but I believe Allah is testing the both of us.

I can tell when you are annoyed and I know when you don't wanna be disturbed,
You are making things awkward yourself by posting all those devastating words,
You call up your sisters and being all the lovable child that you are,
Then when you face me it's like I'm not even there,
It bothers me that you're sensitive to everything,
It bothers me that you are very fragile,
It bothers me so much I don't even wanna layan. 

Not even exaggerating but tell me if I'm wrong,
Other than family, your boy would come next,
Me... I don't even come close to having a place in your life,
I consider this as a passing wind,
If you wanna be cared, never choose who you care to please,
Because if you do, sorry but I won't stay to back you up,
I am not the kind to feel terasa but you made me feel so annoyed,
I have no choice but to kept it silence for now,
But I'm just afraid this wouldn't last me for long...


A poem about the annoyance felt towards a friend. The feeling I don't intend to share more.


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You're not her because,
You have a mama and a papa,
She has a mummy and a daddy,
You have 2 brothers from the same tummy,
She has neither of them biologically,
You simply can't afford branded good,
When she is well-fed with such scrumptious food,
You win over your lusts,
She lose over those shoes,
You go to a public U,
She's out there at a different avenue.


She's not you because,
She doesn't struggle financially,
When you save up for future difficulty,
She has nice-looking physique,
When you could only depend on your characteristic,
She mingle with the rich kids,
You mingle with loyal peeps,
She is only famous on social media,
You are famous for being who you truly are.


Don't let it get to you,
And question what's in it for you,
Train yourself to be moderate,
Don't go around spreading hate,
Hate on yourself,
Hate on the things you fear,
Realise and accept that now,
Because you are just not her.


A poem on staying grounded and appreciating every penny and love.

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It's weird,
Knowing someone better by the day,
Not feeling even the slightest hate,
Though the annoyance is inevitable,
The charms shines more than the look,
The action speaks more than the words.


Could you please,
Not be so mean and harsh,
And at times, simply sweet and soft,
Not be so damn secretive,
And at times, just a little too talkative,
Not crack such lame jokes,
And at times, turning yourself as the joke.


Life is a series of mission,
We aren't graded but tested,
Innocent and gullible,
2 characters that made me seemed trustworthy,
Though I've been physically deceived,
I'm still enjoying this journey,
Exploring the heart and mind of a Scorpio baby.


This poem is written in the midst of me being happy in the morning, angry in the evening and pissed-turned-pleased the next day.

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I may look strong,
And I may look intelligent,
I may look rich,
And I may look carefree,
Though I am blessed for what you see,
It ain't actually the real me.

Even I do things,
I never see myself do,
Feeling like a loser that I am,
Both in faith and within my head,
I've tried to understand you,
Show me even the slightest that you've tried too,
I'm insecure of how I'm raised,
The fact I lived such a different phase,
Sometimes fitting in can be quite tough,
Either silence or fight will be the way to solve.

You describe to me as if I am clueless,
You never asked how much I've already learned,
You all assumed I'm empty minded,
When you should know I'm just not that quick-witted,
Tell me why shouldn't I feel terrible,
When you neglected every time I blurted.

It hurts when you hit,
For you are feeling mad,
It hurts when you talk,
In the language I don't quite get,
It hurts when you naturally get along,
When for me I barely manage sitting silent for long,
It made me self-pity,
It made my pillow wet,
Those are the secrets I hid,
And I don't want you to feel bad.

I might seem like I tell everything to you,
I might seem a little see-through,
I might seem emotionally capable,
But please don't believe me whenever I do,
I don't show but I feel,
I am hurt yet I'm happy,
I laugh when it's not that funny,
Probably I'm just in a little confusion,
Not a case of some kind of a depression,
I just need to let you know,
Even when I forgive,
Your understanding is what I seek.


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I wanted to tell you,
How cute your haircut is,
How attractive you look wearing that jacket,
How I love taking long walks together,
How I don't mind waiting at the station for more than an hour,
How happy I am when you finally appeared,
How sleepless my nights thinking of you,
How amazing it felt to see you in my dreams,
How excited I am when you reply my message,
How I love seeing you get mad at me,
How I didn't mean all the 'bodoh' I said,
How innocent your appearance seem,
How inferior I feel when you're texting in front of me,
How my laughter is meant for all your silliness,
How I wish you could spoil me like my family does,
How you're the only guy I first hang out with,
How silence isn't a bad thing for us two,
How I appreciate when you open up to me,
How your jokes aren't even that funny,
How you always walk in front leading the way,
How independently you have been raised,
How adorable your smile is when that layered teeth shows,
How I've always wanted to take our selfie,
How happy I am when you glance back at me,
How I like it when you text me right after we parted,
How crazy you make me feel,
How I hope our friendship lasted,
In the end, finally....
How I am grateful we friendzoned each other,
Secretly wished you'd noticed all this,
Also wish you kinda feel the same way.

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Leaders lead and instruct,
We seemed bossy and nosy,
But little do they know the stress we put up,
To meet those high expectations they set up,
Unless it isn't up to par,
Leaders are bound to be left with scar.

The look others gave,
Or the critiques that we give,
Really isn't for the compliments,
But instead for the betterment,
For what they may ask,
Only for satisfaction towards the given task.

Don't they realised the double work we do,
The paperwork that they screwed,
To bury down the flaws and imperfection,
Left in my hands before submission.

The moment I hurried,
Never once they scurried,
I pushed and begged but really, nothing helped,
Insisted and approached, nobody even budged.

"Lama lagi" or "holiday matters more",
The phrases I am left with feeling sore,
Tireness roam in the midst of waiting,
The wait for participation of others, it didn't ring,
Inside others' head,
I wonder what makes them delayed,
All of this that kept me awake.

As a leader, I was appointed,
More like a begger I was treated,
This stress was hoped to reach a halt,
The calmness I seek through the album EX'ACT.

It confuses me when people aren't as thought,
Because "we're in uni" was what I expect,
My group mates are considered ok,
However, it was before I encountered such dismay.

This poem I wrote,
For essays are a load,
In hoped to let the mind at ease,
Shaking my head while I'm writing this,
In fact I'm in frust,
Because my group mates cannot be trust.

THE END

Dropping by,
Melynn.
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