*Pretending,
That you would never come
I can't think of air
I left the place
I left for peace
I ran
I ran through the dark roads,
the light wind
whistling past me
I ran with fire in toes
to do great things
or
to escape you
I didn't sleep
I just ran
As fast as I could
As far as I could
I turned into side streets
Skies, hills , trees
through all scenics
Traffic hung around me
but never bounded me.
I ran
People passed
I didn't cease
or
they never stopped.
But I did
When I saw
failure, elation
scanty souls
Combats for life
for felicity, feeling blues
I saw sorrows, sufferings
Ample anguishness in those
the sights didn't daunted
my mettle to move on
Feets were restrained to ail
to see echt agony
I came back
Acquiring a lot
and found you
at the same spot
waiting for my
arms to provide warmth
I can now feel air..*
Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 4:07 AM UTC
I wake as your friend You wake as my lover
I speak as your lover You speak as my friend
I act as your possession You are my possesion
I rebel as your cover A means to an end
I hurt for your compassion You live for my acceptance
I injure for your respect Though it's never been withheld
I confide for your emotion You crave my direction
I give and you collect Never will you rebel
This is madness This is Sparta
This is insanity This is the price of exellence
I can't be everything for you I am your everything
You can't be everything for me I am magnificence
You treat everyone the same I am fair and righteous
As a friend, yet as a lover And yet you seek more
And it's a cruel, cruel game Dare you grow capricious
From your twisted love, no one recovers You'll become one I abhor
I am done You are confused
(I am never done) And I will not calm you
I am sick *As I am amused*
(But I'm not tired) As I drop little clues
I will run You'll never leave me
(I won't run) But I'll abandon you
Because I love you You'll always need me
(A better word is 'desire') And I'll never need you
Let me go! My grip is vice-like
(But you're not holding me) I'm not ready to let you go
Bring me back! If I lose you, 'my dear'
(But I never left) I must find yet another 'beau'
Love me only! And I've not the time to put effort
(But you love equally) In little minions like you
Push me away! I've not a care to give for
(Or bridge this rift) You insects I never knew
Please, disappear I am your torture
One day you'll understand But I am your salvation
That the twisted way you love I am your executioner
Could coax death from any human And I am your redemption
Please, disappear! You'll wish me dead forever
Though I'll weep when you're gone You'll wish me dead I know
I know sanity will return And you'll wish yourself deader
And I'll eventually move on. When away I finally go.
Dec 29, 2014
Dec 29, 2014 at 10:00 AM UTC
Anger is a fire that consumes the body and mind
It sits and waits, fed by grudges left behind
Coursing through your veins like a poison of the soul
Dismissing all rationality and sense of self-control
Like a blanket woven by corruption and fear
It blinds what we see and alters what we hear
Until all is contorted, withered and bleak
Because what has taken over has made you weak
Until, like a disease, it spreads from victim to victim
A thing so dark it is certainly quite fearsome
The spawn of destruction, sadness and terror
Conjured from darkness of the human error
We must forgive to forget and repent
And retrieve ourselves that, from anger, is bent
And from the fire, the flames lick at the roof of your mouth
And threatens to burn so you let it spill out
A pyromaniac of your own hatred and loathing
That all but leaves you heaving and choking
And so from ashes to ashes and dust to dust
Forget bitter anger, for it is a thing we cannot trust
Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 5:44 AM UTC
*Some people think
So much about dying
They forget in their lives
They are living
Some people live
So much for their lives
They forget, in time,
They’re going to die.
Some people end the lives of others,
Symbolically or literally
Some, the former initially,
And the latter not much after.
Some people decide to end the lives
Of their flesh, blood, the essence of themselves...
Some say that is the only sin
An all-loving God could never forgive.
Some die before they live.
Some half-way through existence
Most live before they die
But some die to live again, they try
Some die as children, untouched by shame or corruption
Some die with children, hearts swollen with the love their lives taught them
Some pass in their sleep, life with only regrets
Or not a trace of them at all
I suppose I cannot say.
But,
Answer this, if I may ask
When the time comes,
In your place to bask,
When you are about to die
Can you be sure that, once,
You had truly been alive?*
Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 5:41 AM UTC
Standing under the weeping sky,
Molested by the blowing breeze.
How much time must pass before the rain,
Freezes the tears flowing down my cheeks?
Each time I draw breath,
The shattered glass pierces my lungs.
This intriguing world,
Grows ever more distant
I can never say good bye to you.
Yet you never gave me the choice to.
Cut me off and erased me.
I cling on now painfully.
How much must I scream,
For my cries to pierce,
The veil of your indifferent silence?
These cries have no aim or hope.
A glimpse.
An exquisite glance at your beautiful smile.
Why won't you grace me with the divine melody,
Of your voice?
Back then I remember,
The nights I spent in the comfort of your company,
Till you decided to leave me alone,
What did I do so terribly wrong?
Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 1:00 PM UTC
*If only life were black and white
White would always be clean and bright
Clearly seen and easy to decifer
white as good, black as the other
But instead there are so many colors*
Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 11:03 AM UTC
their cruel words engraved on her skin,
forget about her, it's the evil within.
the evil that haunts her, that makes her afraid
of life and living, as she turns to the blade.
she makes the first incision, she makes the first cut
she feels the blood pour and keeps her eyes shut.
poor little girl, she's dead on the floor
she can't feel pain or anything no more.
she goes to a place so pretty and white
another girl was taken tonight.
we blame ourselves, we blame each other
we apologise one after another
we say say nice words, we say our respects
but why say it now? now that she's dead?
we could of said it before, before she bled.
but we were too blind, too blind to see
that someone is suffering, suffering in silence
living a life of self harm and violence
a life of hurt, a life of pain
but now that she's dead, we start to complain
how society treated her and that society's to blame
but we are products of society itself
we just ignored it and nobody helped
nobody cared, in fact no one knew
that a girl like this could never pull through
the demons they killed her, they made her like this
something that society would always dismiss.
Nov 15, 2014
Nov 15, 2014 at 4:52 PM UTC
I have been told
That I have to learn how to smile
Because I have been using it in the wrong way
I thought it was to tell people you are okay
Even if you aren't
Apparently it is to show people
You are happy
Nov 14, 2014
Nov 14, 2014 at 3:49 AM UTC
We sung a melody
From the bottom of core!
We were passionate to know
the nights and the stars,
the warms and the heat,
the heights and the peaks.
We promised,
to live together.
But...
You left.
Now,
I am left in pieces.
I am into your echoes.
You shout, I listen.
You shout, I listen.
Not really.
Still, I feel.
You lift me up,
You lift me up.
I make you cry,
I make you cry.
You are mysterious,
I am not alike.
You say me "hi", (2x)
I am back to life.
You kick me up, (2x)
I am onto skies.
I am going higher.
So,
Don't stop me,
Don't make me feel,
Don't make me weaker.
I don't wanna rest!
I don't wanna hug!
I don't wanna cry!
Just be with me!
To make me smile.
Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 1:12 AM UTC
Who are you?
You came when I was in pieces
Shattered, but you pick it up
Piece by piece you fixed me
It's not complete, but I can finally breathe
Who are you?
Making me smile
Without me telling you
You knew I'm trying to forget him
But why are you still trying?
Who are you?
Despite shutting you out
You keep asking how my day was
Didn't I hurt you enough?
You must never see my flaws
Who are you?
Mr Stranger who are you?
I'm slowly getting up again
And I'm scared to fall again
But please Mr Stranger
Please, Please don't leave.
Nov 4, 2014
Nov 4, 2014 at 1:52 AM UTC