You are
Like a book
That was unwritten
Or a story
My mother would repeat
Like a tropical island
Isolated and pristine
Like a treasure
The pirates have hidden
Like life
Thriving when it suffers
Like the code
In my gene
Like the chaos
Of the spinning universe
Or the patterns
Looping eternally
Like a quest
of the elixir
Like the void
Forever empty
Or the nothingness
That holds the universe
Like night
When it is silent
Like a usual day
In constant routine
Like a labyrinth
Of places in my memory
You are what amnesia
Remembers
The pain you are
Courses through my veins
I remember love
When it stings
It's a question
Nobody could answer
Like the fear
Sending shivers
Cascading, building trust,
Fitting the pieces
Yet here I am
Aș puzzled as a toddler
For when I lost you
I only found me
But there's us
In the space between
Between the beginning
And our end
I would traverse us
Like we’re an unfinished business
Like time holding still
In its permanence
Like a lost private key
Locking me in
Like a forgotten safe
That would never open
You are, Yes You are
Without you I just
Can never love again.
Jun 23, 2021
Jun 23, 2021 at 4:31 PM UTC
Tonight I bleed
Bled a dark ink
Bled another tear
Bled my heart to numb
Bled my thoughts to dumb
Bled another emptiness
Bled for a necessity
Bled for love.
Bled for you
Quench my thirst.
Bleed for me,
Feed my hunger.
Nobody understands...
Why I bleed,
How silence creeps,
How a soul dies
another deathless life.
Apr 23, 2020
Apr 23, 2020 at 4:54 AM UTC
Her shape is a hidden map
For hundreds of conquistadors
Seeking what’s beyond her lap
Owning her juvenile allure
In the breadth of her landscape
Her once wilderness is tamed
Her soul locked in a bastille
While her lone temple awaits.
All she ever desires is a traveler
She deemed she once knew
Still, the stars won't the answer
When her love is due.
Mar 23, 2019
Mar 23, 2019 at 4:04 AM UTC
It doesn’t hurt at all!
That a pirate stole my precious heart
What hurts me most
Is the insult to my beautiful brain.
I don’t feel cheated at all,
That I gave you the riches and love,
How could I have known?
That I'm riding the idiocy of an idiot.
Yes it didn’t hurt babe!
Honestly, it doesn’t hurt all.
Why didn't just yet.
Pretty sure it will.
Sep 30, 2018
Sep 30, 2018 at 11:03 AM UTC
Is it that hard to accept?
That nothing is permanent.
That people had to walk away.
A stranger. A romance. A parent.
Even a long and lasting friend.
They all come and go, it hurts.
As friendships build you,
True friends slowly fades away
Slowly in the slow decay of time.
Truth spills this bittersweet realisation.
Because we live in the present
And don't ever rely on memories.
Time are like places and places are like trains.
Stare at a familiar face at a distance,
until it becomes too far to recognize.
And as you reach the final destination,
You forget an unreachable person.
Yet the feeling remains true.
Did you let go of them? Nope.
Please my dear, do understand.
Everyone is in transit.
Sep 30, 2018
Sep 30, 2018 at 10:33 AM UTC
There’s something about writing
my feelings for you.
When it hurts,
the pen doesn’t stop.
With every stroke,
it gets darker
and poisonous.
Until it all gets ugly,
The tears smudged the ink.
Because no word,
no phrase
can ever substitute the pain.
All of them are wasted,
crumpled into the shred.
That’s what it’s like
painstakingly
thinking of you.
All of the hurting,
Time had made us
good enough
Not for each other
But for ourselves.
There were too many words
For us to say,
When all we needed
are four simple words.
TIME
TO
LET
GO.
Sep 29, 2018
Sep 29, 2018 at 5:14 AM UTC
Dear life,
My simple rudimentary existence
Is ready to be
GONE.
If I’m gone,
How much pain will there be,
To equate the joyful memories?
If the world’s
an open letter,
I’m unread.
A bad ink,
Erased.
Time-worn.
I’m an empty piece
Of a shell
Living life’s own accord.
Stuck in mediocrity
Whose ambition is neutered
by self-doubt.
When I’m gone,
I’ll accept nothingness
With tacit acquiescence.
Would society remember
The chasm
of my bipolarity.
Their sardonic humors,
Smother me
to death.
Their greatness
Makes me
So small
When I’m gone,
Let them be aroused,
about my idiocy.
And thereafter,
Let them forget,
about my early demise.
Let this mortal coil,
be unwashed,
From a colossal of insecurities.
When I’m gone.
Mar 16, 2018
Mar 16, 2018 at 11:24 AM UTC
There are was a time,
I asked the dear Sun,
why can't he steal,
the night away?
He said,
he loved the moon,
he had to die,
every night.
But how does
a star explain
the loneliness
I felt that day?
When I loved,
I never cared,
the reasons why,
we mattered.
But when you left,
I calculated
chemicals and dark matter
to solve a broken heart.
The mystery
remains in cosmos
yet the pain
was real enough.
Apr 23, 2017
Apr 23, 2017 at 9:56 AM UTC
I was white,
Devoured with love.
Touched with fire,
By the sun's warm glow.
Suddenly I'm red,
Made to love.
Where forever was devoid,
By a broken heart.
I was intensely saturated,
by reminiscing sunsets.
Finding myself,
in different shades.
Now am covered,
with too much colors.
if love exists,
albeit it's half-truth.
Nov 19, 2016
Nov 19, 2016 at 11:23 PM UTC
What could be more romantic
than the rain?
It whispers words of love
I longed to yearn.
Out-pours noises
secluding me away from time.
Runs these tingling sensations
like a lover on my side.
Whilst I grabbed
a cup of coffee,
I could travel my words
like music.
With every droplets,
the rain calls my name.
Sayin' love my dear
isn't made for free.
Nov 17, 2016
Nov 17, 2016 at 2:00 AM UTC