I stopped writing,
because i realized my words left no impact.
That when you look them up in the dictionary,
you couldn't find their meanings.
I stopped because,
i didn't want to face my problems.
That re-writing my thoughts
cuts deeper than my wounds.
That's when i learn how to run away from them.
But it distanced me further from the alphabets,
i could no longer sting them together without stuttering.
My words always stumble out of my mouth clumsily,
under heavy breaths,
i guess that's why they never made it into your head.
But sometimes, i leave the emotions behind my words
and let them float in stale air,
i guess that's why they never stayed in your head long enough.
(FAH)
Jul 29, 2015
Jul 29, 2015 at 3:24 PM UTC
I'm sorry my mouth is lethal
When I'm angry.
I spit venom to avoid poisoning myself.
I hope you understand.
Maybe it's just me,
Missing you.
(Fah)
Apr 1, 2015
Apr 1, 2015 at 12:37 PM UTC
When you're silent,
anybody can write your story.
Your silence becomes their interpretation.
Arrogant face.
Cigarette in-between pursed lips.
Glaring eyes.
Place your assumptions.
Little did you know,
it's a mask.
Her silence is barricade from showing
the most integral part of herself.
Her silence,
is filled with pain of yesterday's unnoticeable wounds on her hips.
Her silence,
one day will be forever.
Feb 25, 2015
Feb 25, 2015 at 9:10 PM UTC
" Home is where your heart is. "
I've got,
broken things,
where my heart should be.
(FAH)
Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 12:12 AM UTC
Experiencing deaths are a lot like break ups
but you'll feel emptier.
Instead of him laying lips with another woman,
she kisses soil 6 feet under.
When you lose him,
he is still living in the same world-
just not yours.
When i lost my mother,
her pieces found
in the
milky way, the sun, that flower,
my heart.
But she, isn't in this world.
When you lost him,
you lost your entire world.
When i lost my mother,
my grandma lost a daughter,
her brothers lost a sister,
our worlds crashed apart.
When you lost him to another woman,
i lost her to God.
When you created a hurricane in your room,
glass shattered, things thrown,
i plucked weeds off her grave.
I will never see her down the street one day.
Or listen to her voice, or remember how goodnight kisses from my mum ever felt like.
When you lost him to another woman,
you'll meet many more him-s.
When i lost my mum to God,
i lost everything.
(FAH)
Jan 11, 2015
Jan 11, 2015 at 1:45 AM UTC
I wanted to **** myself,
and you were screaming,
about ***** dishes.
It's okay if you don't understand,
just know that,
you don't owe me anything.
Let me catch my breath,
before you seal it again.
I should be dead by now.
(FAH)
Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 10:36 AM UTC
When i'm gone,
i'd have removed all traces of myself.
You won't smell the stench of my odour lingering, always waiting,
you'll smell the scent of my dead body.
And none of you,
not a single soul,
shall shed a tear for me.
When i'm gone,
all my intentions and hopes
will scatter and bleed
along with my body.
And none of you,
not a single soul,
will resolve matters with me.
And that is ******* fine,
because when i'm still alive,
nothing is right either.
When i'm gone,
there won't be my clothings for you to hug to sleep,
or a single belonging of mine to put you in place.
Only then,
everything i've done for all of you,
all of my
hidden intentions and obvious indirects,
will be of your understanding.
soon.
(FAH)
Jan 1, 2015
Jan 1, 2015 at 9:07 AM UTC
" if i give up now, what have i been fighting for all this while? "
Nothing.
Because what i fought for,
never fought back for me.
I wonder,
how much of what weighs me down,
is not mine to carry.
At one point,
i thought i've lost everything.
'Till i realised,
i've forgotten to count my blessings.
I've been so consumed with something,
that i forgot anything at all.
Through it all,
it shouldn't have happened,
but you let it.
The best medicine,
is just to let you win.
4-word conclusion:
Whatever's best for you.
( FAH )
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 12:06 PM UTC
In the faded light,
the truth shone out.
There were so many explanations racing through my mind,
but " I'm sorry " kept spilling out my mouth.
How do you fathom these thoughts that only you can understand?
Behind every cigarette that burnt,
there was a reason behind each.
And oh i wish the problems could easily turn to ash along with it.
With every puff i intentionally destroy myself with,
there was even further damage with my silence.
Sorry -
I'm sorry.
( FAH )
Dec 6, 2014
Dec 6, 2014 at 11:17 AM UTC
The moon witnessed them.
There was great intimacy.
Not physically.
Not sexually.
Their hearts wrapped around each other's fingers.
Their words caressed their empty voids.
There was no denial that the moment was surreal.
It seemed too good to be true.
Then again, all good things come to an end.
When was the last time someone touched you?
No, not in-between thighs or chest.
When was the last time your heart was touched?
In the background were victory noises of strangers that seemingly depicted the joy in their smiles.
They didn't have to say it.
Their dead cigarette butts and weeds that were stuck on their skin were witnesses.
It was pure bliss.
A blessing-
that's what they feel towards each other.
This is not a poem about lovers.
Soulmates come in various forms.
Love comes in many perspectives.
Sometimes, soulmates don't stay together forever.
Sometimes, they part.
Sometimes, they don't.
It is all in their hands.
The same hands the cold wind kissed.
For the warm to match with the cold.
For the broken to find it's missing pieces.
( FAH )
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 2:20 PM UTC