Yet again, I find myself at a place I loathe to be
The place where I always ache
A place where I am always questioned
And oh how truly I want to break free of this place
Which suffocates me,
Makes me smaller,
Makes me miserable.
If only freedom came without a price
If only I had a chance to undo the past
If only I were not so weak
If only...
And I come back to square one
The first page
The first question
"Will I ever be able to leave?"
Feb 5, 2021
Feb 5, 2021 at 11:02 AM UTC
Weaving sorrows into poetry
so the words could stitch me up,
for the memories are broken
and wisdom is all ****** up,
Drenching inked papers
in the hues of anguish,
listening to the thunder of words
that makes me want to vanish,
My knuckles are ******
from punching the walls,
for I can't scream back without breaking
to their ignominious calls,
I sit here with tears,
writing poetry out of trauma,
waiting for justice to show up
in a force called karma.
Jan 7, 2021
Jan 7, 2021 at 2:08 PM UTC
Happy moments
And Crazy lives ,
Cheerful days
And never ending nights,
Glittery eyes
And painted skies.
I hold onto them as strong as I can
I hold onto the skies and the friends and the man
For I know when I'll no longer see the dark
This all will fade away
Nd there won't even be a mark.
Sep 3, 2019
Sep 3, 2019 at 11:41 AM UTC
crazy as it may sound
but I can still feel you around.
pineapples still remind me of your smell
making me wonder whether you went to heaven or hell...
it must be hell.
for we've been partners in crime
and love criminals don't deserve to die prime.
oceans still mind me of your eyes
which were the same color as the morning skies,
the skies we used to stare at for hours,
the skies you live in now as one of the zillion stars,
and now there are just memories I hold on to
and a void in my life that can be filled by only you.
you left this world,
you left me behind,
and now I have one less friend
who was one of a kind.
Jul 22, 2019
Jul 22, 2019 at 11:08 AM UTC
Sometimes I wish I was born as a boy
my late-night strolls wouldn't be seen as coy.
Sometimes I wish I was born as a boy
at least I wouldn't be reduced to a mere toy.
Sometimes I wish wasn't born as a female
my life story would have been a tellable tale.
Sometimes I wish I wasn't born as a female
my journey wouldn't have been filled with storms and hail.
Sometimes I wish I wasn't born at all
coz there nothing I hate more than being a life-size doll.
Jul 22, 2019
Jul 22, 2019 at 10:54 AM UTC
things can be different
from different point of views.
the same sceneries can be dull
or they can be filled with hues.
the flickering flame can burn
or the flame can be warm.
the water can quench thirst
or the water can bring storm.
we don't have to think alike,
we don't have to be the same.
for some people my words could mean
and for some they could be lame.
Jun 25, 2019
Jun 25, 2019 at 3:02 AM UTC
...If you like me or not
Your liking won't change me this time.
I've been changed once.
I won't change again
To commit the same crime of loving you
Again
Jun 13, 2019
Jun 13, 2019 at 4:56 AM UTC
my life was like a rope walk
a thin rope of sanity I walked on
and below was a thousand feet Valley of depression,
you miss a step ,you never come back.
struggling to balance myself ,
and then I met you .
the saviour ,
like the albatross
who came to save the ancient mariner.
you came into my life and with you came hope.
the rope beneath my feet widened ,
widened to become a plank.
and as you grew closer,
the plank became solid ground.
the valley started to disappear
and the fear melted down.
now I could risk missing steps,
enjoying the grass and the tiny falls.
it felt like never before ,
and there was no turning back.
but I realised, on the ground I wasn't alone .
not just mine,
but you had saved a zillion lives .
but that didn't matter now .
they all loved you and so did I .
so we all pledged :
to help you, to love you forever
and that anything that gets to you
have to first get through us .
we all are debtors of your love
and we will pay back by standing by you .
you are the nation of our happiness
and we are your A.R.M.Y.
saranghae BTS
Jun 12, 2019
Jun 12, 2019 at 2:30 PM UTC
Filled with sorrows were the eyes,
Written with blood were some lies.
And I painted a picture with tears and cries,
Cries so deep that the bravest soul dies.
Now lax and loveless my corpse lies,
Farewell, my dear myself
From a world that was never wise.
Jun 6, 2019
Jun 6, 2019 at 7:07 AM UTC
Dear mom,
Thank you for not taking my decisions for me
Or else I wouldn't have known how to learn from my mistakes.
Thank you for not buying me every last toy in the store
Or else rejection would have been unbearable for me.
Thank you for not leaving me to the babysitter
Or I wouldn't have learned to be independent.
Thank you for scolding me everytime I misbehaved
Or I wouldn't have known the difference between right and wrong.
Thank you for punishing me everytime I wronged someone
Or I wouldn't have know that mistakes come with consequences.
Thank you for being strict
Or I would have ended up spoilt.
Thank you for not helping me in my fights with the society kids
Or the high school bullies would have been to much to deal with.
And thank you for always loving me and reminding me that you are always there
Or those little heartbreaks would have left me with nothing to hold on to.
Thank you ma, for everything.
May 12, 2019
May 12, 2019 at 12:49 AM UTC