It has been awhile,
hello again! my poet side.
I almost lost the power,
to write again all my sufferings and desires.
I have been spending most of the time in the shower,
fighting demons and letting out plaintive whimper.
Oh! I have missed this!
Leaving pieces of my soul in a writing.
Nov 9, 2021
Nov 9, 2021 at 9:34 PM UTC
I have now fathomed the great fondness
I felt for you,
It was the beauty of your soul that I have seen
through those delicate luscious green eyes
that glowed and captivated me.
Sorrowfully, I can tell
It was not my soul you desire,
not my dark brown boring sad eyes.
You don't want me and that is fine,
I'd rather look at you from afar
than have your little to nothing affection
just to consider you mine.
Dec 18, 2020
Dec 18, 2020 at 3:55 AM UTC
When the darkness covers the earth, I remain awake.
The pouring chilling rain along with the feelings I could no longer take.
When the moonlight shines for the lonesome to conversate.
When the stars are the witness of the tears I form as a lake.
How desperate my soul can be?
Mending the pieces of a broken me,
hiding behind a false facade,
marred by the one whom I had.
Nov 27, 2020
Nov 27, 2020 at 8:50 PM UTC
If you're not willing to
reciprocate the type of love
I have to offer,
That's fine,
But please,
do not attempt to make me
feel as if I'm doing something
wrong by loving you right.
-Pierre Jeanty
Oct 31, 2020
Oct 31, 2020 at 7:09 PM UTC
I've been writing for as long as I could remember,
my hand have never felt weary,
pen's have never run out of ink,
but it seems that my heart's turning cold slowly,
with each stroke and curve it started to shrink.
How could I write when all I feel is numbness?
When every single part of me is a complete mess?
I would never lift my pen if I don't mean it,
I would never disrespect poetry like that.
So tomorrow, I've decided to write my last piece,
and I don't think I'd probably miss,
for when tomorrow comes I'll read this afresh.
Oct 30, 2020
Oct 30, 2020 at 11:36 PM UTC
I was not confident to write a poem before,
being bothered by my grammatical errors,
but still, I never ceased to write,
considering my fervent love for poetry,
has taught my emotions to be free as it could be.
Oct 28, 2020
Oct 28, 2020 at 10:30 PM UTC
Because
if I were
to believe
in forever
then
I will be
forever
alone.
Oct 22, 2020
Oct 22, 2020 at 3:10 AM UTC
I have countlessly dreamt,
I have unboundedly imagined,
That the day would come,
when you're truly gone.
But never did I expect,
the way you took your last breath,
At rest on my lap,
head up above,
Searching for my eyes,
looking within as to how my heart cries.
I never understood the language of grief,
until I've lost the butterflies out of my grip.
Oh its been a year and also two,
when both of you bid farewell,
the clouds turned grey, the shadow reigns.
But never have I let myself drown in despair,
for I truly know you have finished your race,
Awaiting for the promised life beyond compare,
Where the chosen one's will meet each other once again.
Oct 22, 2020
Oct 22, 2020 at 3:04 AM UTC
I see it.
The way those eyes sparkle through the pitch dark room.
The way those glistening jewels were filled to the brim with tears.
The sound of a gut-wrenching sobs you're trying to contain.
Indeed, the sound of silence is so bittersweet,
even when nothing is heard everything is seen.
I get it.
The exhausting, numbing, consuming pain, you're no stranger to it.
A feeling that could never decipher, nothing seems to make sense of it.
You were just as lost as the ocean around you,
As empty as the space you're staring to.
I know it.
You're a fighter who knows when to surrender my dear,
Everything's going to be alright, there's nothing to fear.
Resting your weary heart is an act of bravery,
You're worthy of being love so deeply.
In those vivid scars, it is where flowers will bloom,
And no one deserves to indulge in your petals if they cannot embrace your thorns.
Sep 29, 2020
Sep 29, 2020 at 4:26 AM UTC