Oh, how much pain you'd feel
Just for a bit o' romance
The joy of others you'd so ready steal
For a waltz with him, a sweet dance.
May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 10:56 AM UTC
As I stare at the mirror, I see
Someone that doesn't look like me
She has brown eyes, a mundane colour
And her ears are one bigger than the other
Her hair is frustratingly tangled
The shape of her face clearly not angled
Her lips and nose a bit big for her face
A little too ugly for anyone's taste
As I stare on, I see
That the malicious remarks sting like a bee
But apperances aren't always what they seem
And I don't look to bad, I deem
For once I'll ignore the comments that are snarky
And be grateful for once, be happy.
May 11, 2014
May 11, 2014 at 6:19 AM UTC
You're not hot.
You're not cold.
Lukewarm.
That's what you are.
Unsure.
Confused.
In between.
It isn't terrible,
but it's bad enough.
So bad to you.
And you worry about the future.
What will happen because of this.
The future seems dim.
Cloudy, foggy.
If only this matter would only go away
like how the clouds part and
the Sun becomes visible.
And everything becomes brighter.
Better.
Is the sadness, the pain,
meant to cover up
all the happiness, the warmth
once had?
Or is it karma looking for you?
Or, perhaps, what?
You don't want to overreact,
to exaggerate.
But when will the torture end?
When will things be all sunshine again?
The question is when.
The question is what.
The question is how.
The question is why.
And the answer?
The answer is 'I don't know.'
May 11, 2014
May 11, 2014 at 6:19 AM UTC
She's scared.
She's depressed.
Tears fed her
day and night
because she feels better
only after shedding some tears.
She swallows the pill
hoping it'll be of use
and cure her
ease the pain.
She's too scared.
She can't tell her peers.
Because in this case,
they're naive.
The know nothing about it.
They'll only make things worse.
They won't understand.
They can't help.
She trembles,
and she doesn't know what to do.
Tear after tear
she sobs and sobs
feeling so helpless.
Hope?
She doesn't know.
Fear grips her
and her eyes moisten everytime
she thinks about it.
She can no longer smile.
She can no longer be happy.
"Don't fret."
Oh, how she wished she could not.
She wants the torture to end.
She wants it to be over.
Once and for all.
Is that too much to ask?
She wonders.
She's crumbling
and she's hurting.
She's scared.
And the tears
painfully
continue to flow.
May 11, 2014
May 11, 2014 at 6:18 AM UTC
What makes best friends,
best friends?
There was a time
when I called
anyone
my best friend.
It was because
I liked them.
But,
I was stupid
naive.
I gave trust so easily.
I didn't know them
not well enough.
But I called them
my best friends.
And believed so.
Until
the truths unfold.
Slapping me on the face
knocking me to the ground
messed up my feelings and thoughts.
The feeling
'like'
wasn't mutual.
It was one-sided.
I wished I knew earlier
before I made a fool
out of myself, because of myself.
'BFFs'?
That is no longer a simple word.
That is no longer a term for everyone.
Anyone.
I didn't let time
shape the relationship.
I jumped to conclusions.
It was stupid
silly.
I wouldn't have known
what I know now
if I haven't
learned it the hard way.
I thank God
for those miserable times.
They taught me
what it meant
when you call someone
your 'BFF'.
I thought about it
and I realized
it's not that easy
being a best friend.
It needs time
time to shape the relationship.
Time to get to know each other.
Their flaws
strengths
hardships
feelings
and ways.
There must be
understanding.
Loving them
for who they are.
Also
being there
till the end of time.
Not leaving
but staying.
That's what best friends do.
That's what best friends are.
May 11, 2014
May 11, 2014 at 6:18 AM UTC
What do you think
how is it like
when someone is in love?
Rather,
what is love?
Is it love because of
appearance?
They call it love at first sight.
Is it love because
you know that special someone
as well as
you know yourself?
I believe in both,
but the latter sounds
more like true love.
It sounds more...
convincing.
True love
should begin with
friendship,
and truly knowing
who that person is.
Knowing his flaws,
and strengths
and hopes
and fears.
Loving the person
for all those things.
May 11, 2014
May 11, 2014 at 6:18 AM UTC
Some quiet,
some loud.
Some demure,
some outgoing.
But if
if you had a choice,
who would you rather
have as a friend?
It takes a minute
for a humorous person
to earn a friend or more
but it takes a week
or even more
for a shy person.
The question is,
are you an outcast?
The loud or the quiet?
Do people just like you
at first glance
or do people take time?
Do people hate you
because you're annoying
ugly
ugly.
Or...perhaps..what?
What do we do?
Us,the ones who don't
get a glance of admiration at first
Do you not care?
Or do you care?
It's not a matter of 'never mind'
it's a matter of the heart
matter of feelings
can people not be so cruel?
Not so judgemental
What do we do?
Us,
not easily likeable ones.
May 11, 2014
May 11, 2014 at 6:17 AM UTC
As the gentle rays of the Sun falls upon me
I feel pretty
All until I see this picture
That made me feel inferior, so ugly.
She looks so picture perfect
With her pretty eyes and curves
And all at once she made me feel
That I'm the ugliest one on Earth.
Her hair is smooth, so natural, a distinct brown
While my hair looks like a bird's nest, something like a clown
Her eyes the colour of hazelnuts, outshines so easily
My murky coloured orbs, and my skin,so freckly.
She's confident, the way she walks
And the words, the tone so sugary sweet when she talks
Her smile so dazzling, putting people into a spell
Her character so outgoing, 'so lovely' anyone can tell.
But then a dear friend told me
"You have underestimated your value."
And then did it really get to me
That without the ordinary, the jacks
There wouldn't be the extraordinary, the masters.
May 11, 2014
May 11, 2014 at 6:08 AM UTC