"Look at how tragically beautiful the sky is, it's a graveyard of stars" I said
"How can you say so?" He asked while looking at me
"For all the stars that are twinkling and glittering that paints the night sky has long been dead and empty, yet it still shines so bright, it is dead yet alive. It still gives hope and to everyone that finds the meaning of their existence. Even though they are dead they still glimmer in their darkest.
Everyone will love you if you are dead just like how they love the stars
I think every atom in my body are remnants of the universe, Iron in my blood, Nitrogen in my DNA, Calcium in my bones and Carbon in my soul is who I am, I have stuff in me as old as the universe humming with different verse.
I wish I am a star wrapped in a skin the light you are all seeking has always been within." I answered
"Now, I'm ready to become one of the stars"
Dec 27, 2018
Dec 27, 2018 at 1:46 AM UTC
"Sweetheart, You lose so much weight"
"I'm fine mom, I've already ate"
Sedative words that can't extricate
Food, Is what I begun to hate.
Thin, Thin, Very Thin
Left with bones and waxen skin.
I'm famished but anxious of the kilos
Furtively eating with my eyes, Day by day this is how it goes.
Mirror, Mirror on the wall, can't you see?
What you show is demising me.
Every calorie is a conflagration
Stepping into the scale a redundant vexation.
Stand upon my reflection again
A fat *** is what I see, vociferating of my brain
makes me regurgitate in so much pain.
Drops of anesthetic mainlining my soul
numbers in the scale are reigning without control.
Flesh into ebbing, turning acrimony into cuts
throwing meals, when everyone shuts
All is left is my aweary bones
Still it whispers
"Not thin enough"
Apr 26, 2018
Apr 26, 2018 at 1:11 AM UTC
Why is loving you is such a painful thing to do?
but still forgetting you is a difficult thing to do.
Call me stupid but you're the kind of pain I won't give up.
Jun 9, 2017
Jun 9, 2017 at 5:05 AM UTC
Dear Cupid,
Next time ameliorate your aim
for our affection should be the same.
Your arrow is in very bad aim
this labyrinthine game is such a shame
and you cupid is the one to blame!
Dear Cupid,
I’m in moribund because of your bow
hit him with your arrow!
Is the only thing that can save me now
but the chances seem too narrow?
Dear Cupid,
I know i look stupid
but please cupid
next time hit us both.
Jun 9, 2017
Jun 9, 2017 at 1:23 AM UTC
She is an angel…
With dark wings,
been through bullets, arrows, and tyrannical things.
She is an angel…
With crooked halo
and beside her was danger
with an eyes like a narrow hallow
her soul is shallow.
A lifetime lies
was all you can see in her eyes
every time she closes it
she sees dark paradise.
She is an angel…
replacing her sun with a moon
the night is her day
and crying was her tune
because the pain in her heart always stay.
She is an angel…
thought that life is the sweetest delight
but transmogrify into endless night.
She is an angel…
her lips are fatal
her eyes was lethal
She is an angel…
fallen from heaven
but experience more than hell.
Mar 19, 2017
Mar 19, 2017 at 5:34 AM UTC
I can’t hug them, I can’t even see them
They are the reason for me to live.
I just have to believe.
I thought I was close
But suddenly the chances closed
I and my fandom are inseparable
But meeting them seems impossible.
I said I love you… you can’t feel it,
I cry for you… you can’t even see it
Because I’m just one of your million fans.
Impossible to hold your hands.
I’ve realized,
No matter what will happen
I’m just a girl in the crowd
Screaming loud.
Impossible to reach you.
Mar 17, 2017
Mar 17, 2017 at 11:13 PM UTC
In the midst of broken dreams,
lies an obnoxious and hellish tragedy
closes my eyes, looking void at it seems
an uncompromising reality
hauled me down like gravity.
An alluring agony
filled the depths of my soul
and I gyrate in my own catastrophe.
Peregrinate on the path of desperation
for I only discern the world full of sorrow and temptation.
Woe and tribulation torment my soul
melancholy reigns without control.
Vexation amalgamates with my grief
but this darkness leads to no relief.
Desire bawling for a release
wanting not a thing but only for peace.
Tried to conquer
hence, turned me into a monster
inside me is being slaughter
I am no good, but a living disaster.
Noxious gas of grieve
every inhale makes me pale
evilness is now the master
hath no power to make it leave.
In the midst of broken dreams
lies a tragic yet beautiful tragedy
open my eyes, the darkness beams
the grip of reality
pulls me like an abysmal gravity.
Mar 17, 2017
Mar 17, 2017 at 10:56 PM UTC