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evanjelai
evanjelai
Writing could calm me and free me from this cruel word. It could mend my anxious-broken soul. / / I often write dark poems or stories or qoutes. What a salty and bitter person.
I saw the piece that'll complete me. I saw it again. Maybe, you're confused And I am so nervous So how could I start my story? When I just saw my missing piece? I am a puzzle And he's a puzzle piece I am a mindful art. A black and white one; gloomy, simple, boring. I am contented with my life, I am not looking for more. But then, he came. He came to me like a thunderstorm And I cannot do anything because I'm a mere stone. He's a poor lost soul And I'm willing to became his foolish map I was hypnotized with his colorful gaze And I fell deep. Yes, I am. I really am. I knew it was trouble, He's a trouble. But I am a willing victim, a suicidal prey Who’s begging for more. God! I am pathetic! I know, those laughter's and fears are worth it. I know that every burst of anger, every drop of tears are worth it. I am nothing but a handicapped When it comes to him. He used to hug me with his fire- coated body, It could burn my skin. I am well aware of everything. Yet I let him. He touched me like He's taking the air of my lungs with him And I know it's deadly But I can give it all to him. He's a parasite within my mind, heart, body and soul. He corrupted me. He became my skin. My air to breathe. I did everything so we could fit perfectly. And that's when I realized. I realized that he cannot love me as I love him. He cannot sacrifice himself as I could give my life for him. He was selfish, I am selfless. He was composed of color, I am made of black and white. That's when it hit me. I am **** too late to realize! **** too late. I was falling deep But I am falling into an abyss of confusion, An abyss of emptiness and sorrow in the pits of hell. I am broken. No, I am always broken. I look at him blindly and I am at fault. Maybe I am just desperate But I am ready to be a fool for him. I'm a willing victim, a suicidal prey. I look at him blindly And forgot that he's a colorful art and I am just black and white. I look at him blindly And forgot that he was a walking disaster and trouble to my life. I look at him blindly And forgot that he's punishing me With his every touch. I look at him blindly! I look at him blindly. But, I cannot look straight at him 'Cause I already gave up… so I am letting him go. He shattered me into pieces And now, I'm all alone As sadness started to grow. I saw the piece that'll complete me. I saw it again. I knew how I reacted As I saw my missing piece. I saw it! I saw it. But I know, someone already took it Because it is not my puzzle to fit.
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Dec 19, 2015
Dec 19, 2015 at 10:35 AM UTC
Puzzle
I saw the piece that'll complete me. I saw it again. Maybe, you're confused And I am so nervous So how could I start my story? When I just saw my missing piece? I am a puzzle And he's a puzzle piece I am a mindful art. A black and white one; gloomy, simple, boring. I am contented with my life, I am not looking for more. But then, he came. He came to me like a thunderstorm And I cannot do anything because I'm a mere stone. He's a poor lost soul And I'm willing to became his foolish map I was hypnotized with his colorful gaze And I fell deep. Yes, I am. I really am. I knew it was trouble, He's a trouble. But I am a willing victim, a suicidal prey Who’s begging for more. God! I am pathetic! I know, those laughter's and fears are worth it. I know that every burst of anger, every drop of tears are worth it. I am nothing but a handicapped When it comes to him. He used to hug me with his fire- coated body, It could burn my skin. I am well aware of everything. Yet I let him. He touched me like He's taking the air of my lungs with him And I know it's deadly But I can give it all to him. He's a parasite within my mind, heart, body and soul. He corrupted me. He became my skin. My air to breathe. I did everything so we could fit perfectly. And that's when I realized. I realized that he cannot love me as I love him. He cannot sacrifice himself as I could give my life for him. He was selfish, I am selfless. He was composed of color, I am made of black and white. That's when it hit me. I am **** too late to realize! **** too late. I was falling deep But I am falling into an abyss of confusion, An abyss of emptiness and sorrow in the pits of hell. I am broken. No, I am always broken. I look at him blindly and I am at fault. Maybe I am just desperate But I am ready to be a fool for him. I'm a willing victim, a suicidal prey. I look at him blindly And forgot that he's a colorful art and I am just black and white. I look at him blindly And forgot that he was a walking disaster and trouble to my life. I look at him blindly And forgot that he's punishing me With his every touch. I look at him blindly! I look at him blindly. But, I cannot look straight at him 'Cause I already gave up… so I am letting him go. He shattered me into pieces And now, I'm all alone As sadness started to grow. I saw the piece that'll complete me. I saw it again. I knew how I reacted As I saw my missing piece. I saw it! I saw it. But I know, someone already took it Because it is not my puzzle to fit.
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The crowd is her weakness. As she walks into the floor, She knew, She won't survive anymore.
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Dec 15, 2015
Dec 15, 2015 at 12:34 PM UTC
Crowd
You looked into my eyes But failed to knock on my soul. Now, I'm all alone As sadness started to grow. Tell me that you loved me But who am I to kid? You only saw me at my flesh and bones.
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Dec 15, 2015
Dec 15, 2015 at 12:33 PM UTC
Eyes
Her butterflies Are eating her stomach. Fighting for its freedom. War and bloodbath.
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Dec 15, 2015
Dec 15, 2015 at 12:32 PM UTC
Butterflies
"Let's make a bond." He said. "No. I don't want to." I said. "Why?" He replied. "Why?! Don't you know anything? We derived from nothing And bond is something. It could be the start Of an unrequited feeling; Good morning kisses to Good night's. Breakfast to Midnight. Falling every day, falling hard. Don’t you think it's scary? I don't want another round. You could be the clock And I could be the bomb. You could pull the trigger And I would be ****** I replied.
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Dec 15, 2015
Dec 15, 2015 at 12:23 PM UTC
Bond
People tend To celebrate the day when Jesus came, It's the same day of my pain. Colorful lights and sugar coated words The night were never been old. But all beyond those physical senses and my stormy head -- lies the dark room and silence of grief and cold. On one icy Christmas night I received the most precious gift. With the hissing sound of trees, With the wind caressing my skin, With the cold tears from my eyes, They witnessed how the glass broke.
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Dec 15, 2015
Dec 15, 2015 at 12:06 PM UTC
One Icy Christmas Night
Standing in the ocean of crowd Yet I could only perceive one. You who have taken me for granted, You who left me for nothing. I needed you always and sometimes you needed me too. I was in the abyss of confusion, did you loved me too? I hate the feeling of being unwanted and unappreciated Yet I cannot hate you. I cannot hate you for I was in love with you. My immense love for you was real Yet I cannot feel you. Mother once told me, life is fair Because we are living in the same world Seeing the same sky, blue and white. Taking the same air, in and out. Yet I always thirst for you to see me through. And now, Our eyes met and I bid good bye As I promised to unloved the man I am crying at─ you.
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Nov 16, 2015
Nov 16, 2015 at 3:05 PM UTC
I Cannot
She was a broken glass But then, he came back She became distant and cold But then, he came back She vowed to move alone But then, he came back She forgave him Because he came back But the darkness lurking Within her eyes, mind, body & soul Corrupted by pain, Disturbed by fear. Her restless body's decaying With the memories of him.
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Nov 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 11:32 AM UTC
Untouchable Soul