do my messy words leaving through the ink mean anything to you?
do those hanging commas I use,
add any mystery to you?
you say those words are good,
but why do they seem so fake and unrealistic?
do those words make you feel
surreal and not real?
those words are pure fiction;
you say, but really are they?
I say I'm lost, you say I'm fake.
what road am I then supposed to take?
some say it's okay to be lost,
some say it's not.
some say being lost in the world is wrong,
some say being lost in your world is right.
who am I supposed to listen,
when these letters are haunting me?
these words are my diary
screaming out loud,
what I feel,
what I do.
you say it's fiction,
I say it's not.
fantasies can't exist,
but miracles can.
my words are not just fantasies,
my experiences are not just experiences.
they're a story for masses
to tell;
miracles do exist.
I believe they do.
but you let me push you away,
with every time you show,
my words are just words
telling me they don't mean anything.
I refuse to believe so.
words aren't just words,
but emotions.
they don't get scribbled to be just words,
they're stories.
could it be a miracle,
when you actually believe,
these messy words
with hanging commas,
really do mean?
Feb 8, 2019
Feb 8, 2019 at 7:44 AM UTC
Bones will heal, bruises will fade.
But time can’t heal the hurt words made.
My innocence, I won’t get back.
I used to smile…
They took my kindness for my weakness.
Physical, emotional, cyber and verbal.
Numb to all the pain,
People have caused.
I try to ignore,
Every single word they speak.
But the words hurt me
like bee’s sting.
Can’t I ever get immune to the pain?
Oh dear bully!
You tell me I’m worthless and that I’m a nothing,
but I say the same things to myself without your prompting.
I hate that I can’t stand up to you.
Can’t this ever end?
Cause I am so done,
Thinking that maybe,
One day, everything will change.
Jul 31, 2018
Jul 31, 2018 at 8:47 AM UTC
Your silence
Is sometimes quite loud
I would relieve your torment
But I'm not sure how
I don't like compromises
So I fake 'em
I hate commitments
So I break 'em
The world ran me down
Then ran me over
I'm not trying to be right
And I don't want to be sober...
Jul 21, 2018
Jul 21, 2018 at 9:25 AM UTC
Maybe...we are not meant to be together,
Maybe, we are not as rich as they are,
Maybe we're not enough.
Maybe we're better-off alone.
Maybe, we are perfect strangers.
Maybe we are supposed to meet the wrong people,
Maybe we are satellites!
Maybe we're meant to think wrong.
We are the lucky ones?
Maybe we're friends, maybe more?
Maybe we are all cabinets of wonder.
Maybe we're each others soulmates?
Maybe we're from the same star.
Maybe...
Jul 21, 2018
Jul 21, 2018 at 9:10 AM UTC
You put so many restrictions on her,
On one side, you said,
Be free, be yourself
On the otherside, you showed,
What she is supposed to be.
You allowed her to be the free bird,
Still kept her in the ropes,
You didn't know you caged her,
But she was caged,
The caged bird.
Caged Bird Screaming,
Who heard her?
She lost herself,
in the chaos.
Jun 18, 2018
Jun 18, 2018 at 8:02 AM UTC
Look through her light brown iris,
do you see something?
Maybe yes, maybe no.
Her eyes are deeper than the ocean,
Her eyes speak emotions that words couldn't,
The beauty in her eyes hide the tears,
she didn't show.
Look at her smile,
what do you see?
Her pink lips, grinning widely.
Maybe yes, maybe no.
Her smile hides her pain.
Speaks the silent words.
She's a whole ocean,
a big mystery out anyone's reach.
She's a star,
bright, massive, never yours.
The silent words, the heavy eyes,
you never noticed.
She wished the world to accept her,
She wished to achieve her dreams,
She wished to reach happiness,
She wished.
She always tried,
To conquer those dreams.
little did she know what the world was.
Jun 18, 2018
Jun 18, 2018 at 8:01 AM UTC
He doesn't burn photographs
He doesn't join therapy sessions
He doesn't smoke too many cigarettes
Nor he drown himself into alcohol
He scratches his wounds daily
And never let them heal
He doesn't try to get rid of the pain
Instead he let it grow on him
He waters the seed of sorrow with his tears
He feeds it with the manure of old memories
He takes it to sleep with him
And nurtures it in himself
Till the moment when every single drop of his blood gets replaced by this pain
Until his fragile heart can bear no more
And his soul starts overflowing with emotions
That's when he dip his pen into this pain
And empty his heart on a piece of paper
He bares his soul for us to feel
He creates poetry that the world would cherish for centuries to come
Jun 10, 2018
Jun 10, 2018 at 7:35 AM UTC
You are made of stardust;
Your skin sparkles the way those stars do.
Your veins are made of the earth;
Your blood blooms flowers and leaves and trees.
Your breaths are made of the air of this planet;
You blow life into this world.
Your mouth, your lips are made of words;
You speak tales that nobody else feels.
Your eyes contain the universe in them;
They have stories to tell and stories to bury.
Your scars are made of the chronicles your life has lived;
They're constant reminders that you've felt emotions nobody has.
You are infinite.
How'd you think it's okay to burn yourself down?
Jun 10, 2018
Jun 10, 2018 at 7:33 AM UTC