If my words would ever reach you,
it’s probably because of the twinge of affliction
that’s running through these lines
If my words would ever reach you,
I’d rather slip away from your hands
than get picked up by you
If my words would ever reach you,
it’s probably me who has given up
and grew tired of us
If my words would ever reach you,
I’d rather surrender the battle
than fight with you, side by side
If my words would ever reach you,
it’s probably because of the caffeine
injecting temporary sorrow
If my words would ever reach you,
I’d rather disappear in the sea of faces
and not look back at you…
…but as I turn around, I found you waving a bittersweet goodbye.
Jun 10, 2019
Jun 10, 2019 at 10:48 AM UTC
Are you truly my redemption?
Or just another lesson?
Nov 7, 2018
Nov 7, 2018 at 6:24 AM UTC
I once discovered
a garden bursting with colorful flowers.
It enchanted me that I walked..
and walked.. and walked.
When I got there,
I felt satisfied and secured.
And as the beautiful madness
of the butterflies' dance astounded me,
you created the world of 'us'.
But the ever-changing spectrum of impermanence
struck down everything I know.
Still, I continued walking down your garden.
I felt numb for a moment,
seeing the wounds carved through my flesh
by the thorns unseen
because it was brilliantly covered with perfection.
"Would you still continue walking despite the cuts?" asked the butterflies.
I felt the constant search for escape.
I'm now discontented.
The wounds are getting bigger and bigger.
"I don't know." is all I replied.
Nov 7, 2018
Nov 7, 2018 at 6:20 AM UTC
Faint light
and fading night;
The bird sings
its melancholic insight.
Caged inside an absurd universe,
each melody is an unsung curse.
Muffled scream
and shattered dream;
The coyote bids
a disdainful grim.
Fragments of false salvation shroud its way
resulting in an impenetrable barricade.
Utter obscurity
and interweaving despondency;
A dauntless zephyr emerged
from the tenebrific shadows
of misfortune and tragedy
releasing the desolated soul.
This is why suffering sweetens the reward.
"You are my greatest redemption.", she whimpered.
Mar 22, 2018
Mar 22, 2018 at 1:15 PM UTC
I looked at her,
like how the first sunlight
glimpse over the Earth's weary atmosphere.
I kissed her,
when I saw those jaded eyes & worn-out soul
hiding underneath her blithe veneer.
I held her,
like how the shoreline
embraces the rushing big waves.
I felt her,
when I saw the sharp edge of misery
carving ****** marks on her flesh.
..But she shoots a bland smile
and that's when I knew
she handles raging storms in pursuit of smooth sail.
Nov 15, 2017
Nov 15, 2017 at 12:27 PM UTC
Gunshot straight at one’s own head
This is not a Russian Roulette,
but a game that aims to forget - for its chambers
each loaded with a bullet.
No point in spinning the cylinder
At any rate, she will pull the trigger.
Gunshot straight at one’s own head
For all the guilt and regret
That will endlessly chase until the last gasp for air
Imperiling; Suffocating
Gunshot straight at one’s own head
For all the shared walks and late night talks
Of faded moments of laughter and giggles
Of traded sentiments trapped in an instance of felicity.
Gunshot straight at one’s own head
For all the petty fights and struggling rights.
Words trip through disheveling minds
falling into a pit of abysmal distress.
Gunshot straight at one’s own heart
For this undying, imperishable memories
Not even a bullet and its fast-paced release
could make it vanish..
And now I ran out of ammos.
Jul 29, 2017
Jul 29, 2017 at 6:16 AM UTC
152,097,701 km;
Days are longer
Nights grew shorter
We are at our most distant
Slowly slipping away
I can't reach you anyway
Stars and skies
are in your eyes;
You compose my every galaxy
Like the orbit,
you provide circuit;
You are my lifeline
Today I woke up
July is what it shows in the calendar
and it's the time of the year
where the Earth is farthest from the Sun.
Like me to you.
Jul 18, 2017
Jul 18, 2017 at 8:46 PM UTC
As the new dawn
glimpse over the rotten conurbation,
hope arises with auspicious smile
Rays of sunlight
beaming her serene countenance
right before the grimes and ashes
of her horrendous past makes its way;
Annihilating the permanent damage
the besmirch had caused.
Because one can never outslick
the twinge of affliction.
But,
'Today is a good day'.
Jul 14, 2017
Jul 14, 2017 at 6:43 PM UTC
"Is anybody there?" she cried helplessly..
A girl stuck in a dark tunnel - lost and alone.
The more she screams, the more silent it becomes.
The deafening silence overpowers.
Tick..tock..tick..tock..
Time is running out
Fear grows inside her
Consuming every ounce of hope she has.
In the midst of all came a boy who was once lost.
No one knows what happened next.
Jul 14, 2017
Jul 14, 2017 at 6:33 PM UTC
This is NOT a poem.
This is a ****** up scenario.
a cracked mirror
inside is a complex personality and a broken soul
that will forever be a mess. A beautiful mess.
From there, lovers both clasping a cutting edge stand face to face with a broken smile and whispering goodbyes.
May 18, 2017
May 18, 2017 at 2:33 PM UTC