funny how time
changes ones persona
snatches time
just to unfold facades
were warned about
mask of destructions
face upfront of lies and
betrayal, only time will
tell when will be its
destruction, a massive explosion
a change for good or for worse
pick which bomb you're
willing to catch
enough to heal you or burn you
till death crawls upon you
like a friend whose trust covered you
like silk that slides through
your insides and cut you
straight out to your guts
ahhh, you'll bleed, silently
painful, at least its here
to cover the wounds your
are afraid to show,
taking its slow
riddance to bid
goodbye, to its familiar
comfort, it took mine
in an instant
swift, unaware
unprepared
went home to find solace in the chaos
just to find out chaos was worse
back in my hometown
sank too deep, drowning
barely breathing
lost control, drank too hard
hard to hear, in a city
that drowned you enough
with the perception of you are home
a bask of sympathy and a whole
lot of crap, thats right
got too fragile
a thin glass face, immerse with hope.
reconnecting seems different
in this era, an exchange of
opinions only they can
dictate, a personal space only them
can invade, a handful of decisions
only them can decide
rage, thats what got to me
but rage in the end will destroy me
peace, its not what your getting
but instead a mirror reflected of the things
that you are actually afraid of
seeking to haunt you in places
your afraid to step foot of
deep, unfiltered
perhaps a decade will
ravel a new character,
stronger and better.
Apr 6, 2020
Apr 6, 2020 at 1:11 AM UTC
speak for what is true and real
a tear in your voice
confides the depths of your heart
a heart that loved greatly
shattered in a moment
for what is substantial
pierced through
like a glass scourge
covered in milk and honey
Mar 30, 2020
Mar 30, 2020 at 10:37 AM UTC
for months, it took me hard nights
restless eyes, one hard reality
and a couple of liquor
to uncover depths of me
only you can recover
a safe space, I've created in you
filled up space of reasons why
I felt so strong, the reason that
I was still hanging on
love in a form of service
early pick up drive,
late or the in between
of sweet tooth cravings
or a budget friendly
snack for lovers at 2 am,
a peek at the night sky
and as i sneak in you
upfront telling you,
you shine the brightest
a warm golden smile glimmer,
you had that all the time
if you find something
funny or sweet, a wide dark sky
below as, also a wide
variety of exchanged
breathes, of short stories and
a gentle kiss at the back of you car
the sky would fall right into us
as it reckoned us
in every dark corner
that serves you the best
a tidal of wave of emotions
we would dive in, we didn't mind
at all, not at all my love
at the back of your
palm, strings of hope and light
that led a comforting space and
every time i touch reminded me
a home i've built, in every corner
carved a loving mark of how we
used to be, in every tear i shed
you made sure, you were singing
to soothe the soul thats been grieving
every word written in the walls
reminded me to be gentle
in every passing door i would
open, not too wide, not too small
just enough for me to breathe in
the words that says you are
worthy in every battle you have
fought that i would glow
differently so different
that you have to look away
you looked too far, got too far
and never looked back.
Mar 30, 2020
Mar 30, 2020 at 9:57 AM UTC
cover me as i momentary
drop this hope and obscure solitary
a chest as heavy as my existence
the rain would be pleased
as i conquer every abyss
of words that i tried to utter
emotions that didn't matter
the ocean would be pleased
sober or not
what's need to un feel
need to stop aching
for i am breaking
the liquor would be pleased
confusion maybe my first name
and madness may be my last name
as long as you take me home
safe and sound,
I would be pleased
May 19, 2017
May 19, 2017 at 7:19 AM UTC
patiently waiting for an indication
a signal worth of chaos and destruction
i said, let me try
your mere existence of admiration
and a whirlpool of unsure emotion
yet again, i said, let me try
leaves me surmising and surely wanting
a pessimistic hope and a dreary longing
a day would come by
a hope is drawn by
let me repeat it, i said, let me try
tiny stardust die every overlook shot
but sparkles every time you lay an eye
a heavy breath which corresponds a weigh
that will surpass every breaking heart
every longing heart and every healing heart
for the last time, i said, let me try,
with you
May 19, 2017
May 19, 2017 at 7:16 AM UTC