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Clairvoyant Oct 2016
Red lips, covered eyes
Kept silent, like a mice
Tied hands, cold floor
Surpriced, asked for more

He said " pray for yourself"
But i know he's got only himself
Saw a burning flame
But why he took the blame?

Goodness taken for granted
All he wants to be wanted
One heart he took
With just one look

                                It's mine
Clairvoyant Sep 2016
Red chicks and bruced
The victim of abused
His hands was so light
Didn't realize so gone her light

Faded face drowbed memories
Untouched and begging please
Countless pain
The love remain

Cold stone his heart
And scar he got
Despise hope and love
Mystery never solved

She was so kind
But tricks fooled her mind
Ger faith was steadfast
Didn't aware time go so fast

Face to face, they sees
Smile to smile, they sees
Fooled by the look
Never noticed what she took

Finally, het conscience was clear
Hope, love, was near
Red chicks and bruced
The victim of abused
P.s. can anyone reply to my poem? Just want to know :p
Clairvoyant Sep 2016
Just once i want to be somebody's first choice...
Just once i want to speak my mind...
Just once i want to stand on stage

Just once i want to spread my wings..
Just once i want people to see the light in me...
Just once i want to be weak...

Just once i want to walk passed the earth...
Just once i want to know what is feels like to be despair...


And just once i want me to be me....
And feel proud of me.
Clairvoyant Jul 2016
what if you live in a world full of fake people?
what if your family, friends, lover are fake too?
what if they're not the same behind you?
what if they don't really love and care to you?
what if they don't really want you?
what if you've been used?

not everyone you love, will stay
not everyone you care, will understand
not everyone you trust will be loyal
some people only exist as examples of what to avoid

when you're down,
where are they when you need them?
no one help you
no one understands
no one be there
no one even...
care

drunk
painkiller/pills
***
****
drugs
therapy
crying

may be heal you
but they're just a temporary thing
what if you get back home and get down again?
despair hit your bones, for the countless times

runaway is not an option
runaway is the only thing you can do
when you reach this point of breaking down
whether you can be
free
lost
new
happy
no more desolation and despair
blind composure
in somewhere where nobody knows your name
reborn in a midstream of strange faces
get lost and never came back

in the end, letting go is always better than holding on.
you may think that something's too great to let go,
but sometimes greater things can only happen,
after you let go

— The End —