il-mare
Instagram: @kfk.sct / Tumblr: fakeplasticprose / Ask: @kfk.sct / / I am a mix and clash / Of Esther Greenwood-- she's neurotic! / And the controversial / Mona Lisa-- she's too cryptic! / But O! Wretched human, / Beneath the layers / Of this rotten mind and soul / Lies a much, much deeper hole / Here's the catch though, / She's someone I / Can never know
give my words back
the ones i have earned through
the books that i've read
in all the years that have passed
give my words back
even the nastiest ones
the sharpest, boldest, the lethal
give my words back
for i cannot even write
for the simplest memoir anymore
give my words back
even the ones you cannot
and will not take
give my words back
i beg you just to grant me
enough power to be sane
and writing is my sanity
don't take it away from me
give me my words back
because even if you
did give them all back to me
they will always and always
speak to you
they will always speak of you
but at least let me keep them
after all, you can only be mine
in words
May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 10:34 AM UTC
If you keep on wondering why she smiles about little things,
Chances are, you don't know her
If you keep on doubting her ways of thinking and doing,
Chances are, you don't trust her
If you keep on questioning every inch of her being,
Chances are, you don't love her
Now, if she keeps on doing these things to you too,
Chances are, you don't have her at all
May 24, 2015
May 24, 2015 at 7:09 AM UTC
I'm utterly impressed on how
Love brought us together
Yet Time tore us apart
May 24, 2015
May 24, 2015 at 7:05 AM UTC
knocking on the porch
in whisper: now we have,
the untimely outset,
to decide if
there is any future
between us or
if we shall let the past
face us into a void
but here lavishes
a hint we held dearly
not so long ago
when we still didn’t know
of promises worth keeping.
tonight, i think it is
still possible
yet, it seems enough.
May 21, 2015
May 21, 2015 at 2:23 AM UTC
he had given me a brand new world
where i can get so lost and still be found
he had given me so much
that i just can't take the time to look around
May 21, 2015
May 21, 2015 at 2:14 AM UTC
i remember
the way you say my name
like i'm the only person you know
i remember
the way both of our eyes meet
in the middle of the crowded room
i remember
the way you say goodbye
like there's no tomorrow that'll arrive
i remember
everything about the chase
i thought it was impossible to just fade that way
but we were such a progressing question
an expectation we couldn't meet
and you gave up too soon
and that's what both of us is gonna be
we can always just remember it all
May 21, 2015
May 21, 2015 at 1:57 AM UTC
He had reasons
But I had none
A lot of questions
He'd become
We had memories
So we aren't really strangers
But then he looks at me
Like I'm the only one who can remember
May 21, 2015
May 21, 2015 at 1:50 AM UTC
she's just another lost
soul in this tragic world
waiting for somebody
to come and change her
she's already tired of the things
that make her feel small
like what's the use of ripping your parts
if you're not whole
but you're the universe that
she'd never get tired of living for
you're the only soul
that makes her love what she doesn't have anymore
so love her like in movies
winter, fall, summer, spring
love her until it's unfair
love her like you're the happiest
and love her like you were born for it
May 21, 2015
May 21, 2015 at 1:39 AM UTC
A friend once asked me
What ambition will I let the teachers put
In our high school yearbook
For everyone to see
And I said I'm afraid I do not have one
And he said that how would I succeed in life
If I don't have any ambition
And I've thought about this for awhile
And to justify my answer, I replied that
You need not to have any ambition
To succeed in life
I said you just needed to be happy and
Maybe I should let them put "To become happy" in the yearbook and you know what?
It ocurred to me that I never even give a single ****
About what the other students might think or what their parents might think
Except for what my parents might think
But usually, they don't care as long as it's who I am and what I want
And I'm thankful for that
But I've always wondered
Why I never had one
Never thought of becoming anything
Now that I'm in my senior year which is a crucial part
Of my career orientation
And I'm scared so much
I'm scared that before
I wanted everything
Yet now I end up wanting nothing
And I wondered so much
On how I changed so gradually
From being a ball of blazing fire to a godforsaken blackhole
Though I know change is inevitable,
I didn’t expect to lose my heart in the process
Once, I've always dreamed to become a doctor
Because I wanted to heal scars and unspoken miseries and no
I'm not just after using scalpels or stethoscopes or syringes
Or cutting off people's brains
I wanted to fix the broken
Rip my being into shreds to keep them whole
I wanted sacrifice and salvation
And I've always dreamed to become a soldier
I don’t care how silly it sounds
I wanted to protect people and wanted to taste the bitterness
Of war and blood and death
I wanted to know death and see all the worst
And be exposed to them
That I wouldn't have any choice
But to be brave for myself and the others
Because death? It could be sweeter this way
To die for a cause, to die for somebody
I wanted sacrifice and salvation
And I've always dreamed to become a teacher
Beacuse I wanted to influence someone's life
Give them power to stand up for themselves
Watch a bud blossom into a beautiful flower
And then I would make thousands of memories
Because at the same time
I'm learning through connections and bonds and warmth
And that, would be one of the greatest things
I will cherish in my life forever
I wanted sacrifice and salvation
And then I aspired to be a lawyer,
To serve and give way to justice because that's all we have to know
And I realized defending a criminial would be unavoidable
And I've always sworn to myself
That if that happens, I'd rather burn myself to death
Because I should only send the right people in jail
Those people who deserve to rot in the cells and cling to metal bars
I wanted sacrifice and salvation
And I watched the conversation end
And feel my heart pound in my ears
And I cried so much that night
That I realized I seldom cry
Because I thought I was better
And I was terrified because
Nothing hurts more than not knowing
What you could actually want in this sad world
Because that means you might as well be nothing
A hollow
A ******* void
And I don't want to be like that
Nobody does
So i think and think and think
What do I actually want?
And the wind blew
Leaves fell onto the ground
People wheezed and laughed and breathed through their noses
And it slapped me in the face
I've never been stable in my life
I've concealed my greed up until now
I dreamed so much that I denied reality
Each day, making myself believe
That I wanted nothing but I actually
Wanted THE power to be everything
Be everything in a world I was bound to craft
I wanted to create moons and stars and storms and unicorns
And wars and tides that tell "Hey, humans can actually create worlds."
I wanted to be out of my control
I didn’t want to settle on a skin I was enclosed in, I was held captive by
So I changed whatever's written to
The paper I had submitted for the yearbook
And wrote "To be a Writer" and nothing else
May 21, 2015
May 21, 2015 at 1:22 AM UTC