Tame thy wicked heart or be tamed by it!
The very reason for man's greatest fall.
The sweetest nectar that one would submit,
Savoring the sour sense of a sad squall.
Thy heart is within the depths of one's chest,
Set in a cage of bones where it resides.
T'is purposely confined without a jest,
In order for man to solely decide.
But it's whistling whisper is whimsical,
Using sweet temptation as its lure.
T'is both enticing but satirical,
Deceiving man's mind, so bold and so pure.
Oh heart, the one man should greatly subdue,
But the fruit is what one wants to pursue.
Oct 26, 2020
Oct 26, 2020 at 7:53 PM UTC
With your absence present, there is silence,
A strong desire I yearn to achieve.
A perfect sign of my independence,
The greatest gift I could ever receive.
The words you utter are roses with thorns,
Which they come in barrels or in mountains.
Delivering them through flutes or through horns,
Flowing river streams or gushing fountains.
Then sudden silence is now what I hear,
Something I thought to be a surreal lore.
Delight did not come but instead it was fear!
That I could not hear your voice anymore.
This silence is my realization,
That your sweet voice was my true salvation!
Jun 2, 2019
Jun 2, 2019 at 1:30 AM UTC
Was I in your heart when you found this girl?
Searching for treasure like the thief you are.
Is she the diamond while I am the pearl,
Choosing her like she's your precious north star.
Unfaithful love, is that your final choice?
Wasn't loving me part of the option?
Did your decision even hear my voice?
This proves your true love is half a portion.
You look at her with the same eyes I knew,
Our dreaded old past I swear not to tell.
Burning the memory of your "I love you",
Even the time when I loved you and fell.
I was not surprised when you could not stay,
But tears of love flooded me to this day.
Feb 28, 2018
Feb 28, 2018 at 5:30 AM UTC
Is your good night the same as your good bye?
Like the day says farewell to the night.
A time of darkness with its mourn and sigh,
The only hour when I lose my own sight.
Why say good night as I’m about to sleep?
Such as a mother sings her child to bed.
Were you waiting for me to dive down deep?
Leaving me with the same words I just said.
The night is tranquil, as what I’ve been told,
But shadows lurk taking innocent down.
No matter who or what the young or old,
As long as the light fades, black is its crown.
Though the night will end along with its fray,
Will you still be there to greet me good day?
Feb 25, 2018
Feb 25, 2018 at 6:35 PM UTC