jason-a-w-l-chan
A teenager that writes poems to express his thoughts and feelings toward his surroundings and life. / A teenager that only experienced 16 and half years of life and sharing his past, stories, and scars throughout the words of poems. / A teenager that is addicted to write poems just as drinking water for everyday's need.
I have not been able to sleep,
While my heart has sunk to the deep.
Can't do much but to wait and weep,
Seeking for thee almost like a little creep.
Ah, such fair blonde hair,
Spreading thy sweetness through the air.
Such divine beautifulness, so rare.
For God almighty you are the only one that I care.
Alas, I have finally came to take my aim,
Going on a journey of love for thee before catching in the flame.
Such satanic curse, no shame.
For Lucifer sake without you my world would not be the same.
The almost hopeless journey for thee is becoming sad,
Thy disappearance soon enough would turn me mad.
But awaiting the precious fruit of love is making me glad,
Perhaps thou art the one to retrieve the love that I once had.
Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 3:08 PM UTC
What is a friend?
A relationship with one that that would eventually come to an end.
No matter how tight the bond brew,
how high we reached to.
The illusion of fellowship would soon fade like a flu.
What is a friendship?
A connection with one that would eventually collapse like an old battleship.
No matter how many promises were made,
how many times I came to your aid.
The hurt of betrayal would last as a stab by a blade.
Who am I?
A baby once believed that friends cannot be buy (bought).
A child once thought that friendships would never die.
A boy once dreamed that the wine of brotherhood would never run dry.
A man now stares at the sky, grieve and wonder why....
That one day we have to say goodbye,
to those who we called friends just as a lie,
and look forward then move toward onto our adventures of life.
Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 2:42 PM UTC
There’s the man walking alone,
who’s a friend I've known for long
With things that happened around you,
the sadness won’t be blew
I see the blood in your eyes,
I see the love in disguise,
I see the pain hidden in your pride,
and you are not satisfied.
Sadness, lonelyness, sorrows,
the dreams have died, the hope has died.
Existence with no reasons.
Your life’s just passing within each season.
I see the truth in your lies,
I see the guilt beneath the shame,
I see your soul through your window pane,
and nobody’s by your side...
Everything happened just doesn't seem right,
Is it just a dream, or my own reflection on the broken mirror...?
May 14, 2013
May 14, 2013 at 9:20 PM UTC