I hate you
I love
I hate that I love you
I love that I hate you
Feb 7, 2019
Feb 7, 2019 at 11:28 PM UTC
what really is addiction?
what kind of a question
disheartening and mad
the outcome: disappointing and sad?
you made of flesh and bone
but could I still be addicted?
you broke, you smile, you sing songs
is these why I am hooked
you will always that energy
efficiently touched every part of me
the brain that governs
my affairs and decisions
but now my mind written in doubts
soar high beyond the clouds
does the soul creates emotions
or was it emotion, the cause of addiction?
how could I know the possibility?
all I know is falling for you
we share dreams and laughter and go through
sunshine and rainy days together: it’s our history
i don't care about terms; was it love or lust?
or is it an obsession or an illusion?
cos we'd always be that colourful autumn
together our love will crisp and rustle along the street
May 17, 2018
May 17, 2018 at 2:15 AM UTC
petals bleed scarlet
thorns hurting on me
why arc yourself at sunset
yet seize the dawn with glee?
oh my single rose
life doesn’t goes
well, being single I suppose
May 17, 2018
May 17, 2018 at 2:12 AM UTC
with my vulnerable hands
this ink sings with sinful sting
pens claim and paint pain again
biros borrow all sorrow
and pencils sensed-all scandal
what a miserable hands
May 12, 2018
May 12, 2018 at 9:15 PM UTC
i could hate your every word
yet treasured our moments of closeness
i could hate your weary world
yet craved your affection and shyness
cos love and hate are two different emotions
turned upside down - one is illusion
of the heart while the other is love betray
and in between lies apathy
May 12, 2018
May 12, 2018 at 8:15 PM UTC
If you ever walk out my life
no one will fill up the space
therefore, I'll fill it up with tears
I'll cry and cry and cry
an ocean for the fish to swim.
If you ever slam the door
no one will fill up the space
therefore, I'll pack my suitcase
I'll pack it up with clothes
I'll pack it up with tears
If you ever say goodbye
no one will fill up the space
therefore, I'll dig myself a hole
and fill it up with flesh
I'll fill it up with tears
I will lie and cry and die
Feb 17, 2018
Feb 17, 2018 at 3:18 AM UTC
"your own
character is the
greatest weapon
against your own
destruction"
Feb 14, 2018
Feb 14, 2018 at 3:21 PM UTC
I thought our love still stands
But it soon diminished
I thought our love still strong
But it’s all to be reminisced
Now
My ink stain tears
Sobbing all over this white sheet
Etching this lonesome lines, a smear
Anecdote on how pathetic our love is.
They said love is color blind
I said love is hard to define.
For now that you’re gone
Murdered this part of me
You will always a common
Enemy.
This enemy is non-other but my own heart.
I hated her not only for being broken apart
But because she’s mine
But beats and care for some else.
This is, the tale of my poison mind.
Feb 14, 2018
Feb 14, 2018 at 5:58 AM UTC
This tears cheers despair
sobbing your love.
This heart suffers enough -
impaired beyond repair,
still you objected,
strictly restricted!
This ink screams in vain,
whispering your name,
toiled with shame
offer you messages,
yet you deleted,
strictly restricted!
You introduced those rules:
1 follow the heart;
2 if there is err then 3;
3 refer to 1.
Heart of stone,
strictly restricted!
Feb 14, 2018
Feb 14, 2018 at 5:56 AM UTC
The sky is bleeding scarlet
and lights introvert,
darkness has cometh:
goodbye tropical sunset.
Seagulls are gliding
back to their hidings,
to wait the dawn of new day.
The owls are smiling,
dancing and hooting,
at last, the lights gone away.
Feb 14, 2018
Feb 14, 2018 at 5:51 AM UTC