“Dad, will you buy me a chocolate?”
Such disappointment on his face.
Or was it despair?
“Not ‘till you eat all the jam that mom made.”
And so I did.
Every day.
But the jam just wouldn’t go away
“Mom, why do we eat the same meal every day?”
“So the food doesn’t go to waste,
now have some of this humanitarian aid.
It’s not expired,
don’t be afraid.”
But no one ever dared to say that
My first chocolate was years away.
I am sorry if my chocolate question
caused any pain.
Oct 10, 2015
Oct 10, 2015 at 4:49 AM UTC
They sit in a corner.
And stare at me.
I ignore them -
It's a little game we play.
Change the world
Cause, oh boy, I'm okay!
They still sit there.
I ignore them.
It's a game we play.
Blinking in the dark
A reminder:
"We're not going anywhere!" :)
Poor thing, run to me!
I'll know what to say.
It's a game I play! -
I will comfort you
just to trick myself.
Sep 24, 2015
Sep 24, 2015 at 5:53 PM UTC
Reflection of everything i'm not:
tall, confident, strong, yet graceful and simple,
Walking side by side with me, in perfect harmony.
Her size and shape change now and then
But then i tiptoe!
She has to look taller! Stronger!
Unlike me, She never wonders
If nothing was blocking the light,
Would masks slowly disappear like shadows?
Jul 4, 2015
Jul 4, 2015 at 4:07 PM UTC
I wish I could
Feel your hands in my hair
Your breath on my neck
Your skin on mine
Taste your lips
Your tongue
Your saliva
Indulge in every single part of your body in the most selfish way possible
Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 6:46 PM UTC
For the scarred
and whithered Tree
quietly I hum the tune.
Gone in flames
to console those homeless two;
thus unveiling its true beauty
and all the sadness
of this world.
For the selfish and the shallow,
for my
Every
Human
Fellow
quietly I say a prayer.
Dec 31, 2014
Dec 31, 2014 at 8:11 PM UTC
I write now and then,
mostly when i'm drunk.
Mostly I think of you.
I come back to check my grammar.
The dumbest thing ever,
with these feelings taking over...
I know i miss you,
and i think i love u
with this English language keyboard.
Jun 14, 2014
Jun 14, 2014 at 8:25 PM UTC
All that is left in her hands
Is a cup of Chammomile tea
diluted with tears
Dec 31, 2013
Dec 31, 2013 at 12:24 PM UTC
Afraid to go to sleep
'cause the thoughts will creep up
through the windows,
past the curtains
through the walls,
wrap themselves around me,
pin me to the bed
devouring what's left of sanity
Aug 20, 2013
Aug 20, 2013 at 6:36 PM UTC
Why did you block me
in real life?
Why have I changed
my privacy settings for you in the first place?
You could delete me aswell,
you don't even have to click.
And I'll deactivate my feelings for you.
So
*******
simple.
Not.
Jul 8, 2013
Jul 8, 2013 at 9:18 PM UTC
I need a purpose,
an epic tale!
I’m not a princess.
I’m a swordsman,
a mercenary,
my last breath given in a fight
where all is done for higher cause
no matter the pain,
the danger and loss.
I refuse to just live it through
and be put to rest.
I need a purpose,
an epic quest!
Jun 25, 2013
Jun 25, 2013 at 6:29 PM UTC