dominique-u
I have a love-hate relationship with words. / I prefer the paintbrush to a pen. / Still, I find myself expressing myself through words - / Though I end up disliking 99% of the things I write. / / I'm quirky and awkward. / Most people would consider me weird / To the point of crazy... / Perhaps society has given me the diagnosis of insanity.
You were supposed to be a stranger.
We were...
Strangers with a shared kiss.
My brain was washed with alcohol,
With the snippets of memories left.
I forgot your name...
and how we met.
That one fateful night...
You were supposed to stay a stranger
Instead you traced my steps.
Alas! The world is too small for us.
Who would have thought that
you would find me?
You even got my name wrong.
Your description was spot on.
The friend of your friend knew me.
You should have just left it as it is...
A beautiful memory by the beach -
with a stranger.
Jul 3, 2014
Jul 3, 2014 at 4:43 PM UTC
My heart is a vacuum.
A void I refuse to fill in...
It's vacancy seems to be a lost cause.
Robbed by circumstances of the past.
Now,
I can't be touched...
I can't be moved...
I am detached...
Devoid of deep attachments...
I **** in emotions to nothingness.
It's inevitable I'll bring you to my emptiness...
Forgive me for my heart is but a black hole.
Jun 29, 2014
Jun 29, 2014 at 12:12 PM UTC
Shall I brag of my pain, --
for they made me feel?
Shall I boast of my sorrow --
when I discovered joy in the midst of mourning?
Shall I brag of my suffering --
when I have learned to fight?
Shall I take pride of my regrets --
now that I understood better?
Shall I boast of my injuries --
as I've learned to push, get up, and move
even with a limp?
Shall I take pride in the times I quit --
because I realized to choose my battles wisely?
Take in my pain, my sorrow, my suffering
Death is not the end of me
It is the beginning of my journey to a homecoming
Where my Home is
Pain is no more
Jun 16, 2014
Jun 16, 2014 at 4:18 AM UTC
I was just a chance passenger
Desperate; shielded; armored
My wall rising higher
My fate is left to be shattered
I smelt the odor of hopelessness
Filling my lungs to the brink of helplessness
The grip is too tight
The conquest in its height
My lips are trembling
I am mumbling
My palms - sweating
Knees are shaking
The lack of air consumed
Cracked bones on my chest - my ribs
Devouring on my innocence. Ripped.
Am I to blame? He called the dibs.
May 29, 2014
May 29, 2014 at 12:31 PM UTC
i took it in, you see
basked myself in its glory
now i feel trapped
suffocated
asphyxiated
am i to die
with this curiosity
killing me
May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 2:02 PM UTC
I yearn
to be engraved
in the deepest crevice
of your brain
I want you
to think of my skin
against your skin...
...of my heart beating fast
against your heart
I thirst for you
to think of your pores - opening -
absorbing the essence of my soul
I need you
to crave
of every single detail
of our moments together
Secretly,
I long for you
to worship
the perfection
you have perceived
of me
May 23, 2014
May 23, 2014 at 9:58 AM UTC
Miss Mission Impossible,
aren't you tired of this?
Miss Mission Impossible,
you take on the threats with a kiss.
You ****** pain to be on you side;
You graze on the blade until you bleed.
Your sweat, and blood, and tears...
Now dry
Miss Mission Impossible...
You tried.
May 20, 2014
May 20, 2014 at 6:59 AM UTC
I see my light going on and going off
on and off
on and off
flickering
flickering, I see them
flickering
the light is fleeting
limited
limited the light may have been
until I decided
to be limitless
May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 3:31 AM UTC
my heart and my hand goes together
my brain is wired to censor
my brain is wired to simplify
what i have in my hand, however,
is to amplify --
amplify who i am...
the 'who' i do not truly understand.
myself.
the 'who' i do not completely believe,
the self i cannot trust.
May 5, 2014
May 5, 2014 at 10:38 AM UTC
Have I any right to envy?
I pushed the man away.
Time passed and with another he sway
Yet part of me wished him to stay.
Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 1:27 PM UTC