I don't know what to say or do.
The desperation is growing stronger.
And I am not ready.
What do I look after?
It's all dark.
Worse thing it may be
The lights are on.
I want to breathe.
I want to laugh.
I want to sing.
I want to dance.
Where is it?
My happily ever after
What is it?
My passion unfound
Why?
Why?
And when?
The wait is eating me up
Bit by bit, like acid on skin
Hurry, my love. Hurry.
Time is faster than you.
Stronger than you.
Isolate me.
But don't.
Worse it may be.
I am surrounded by family.
I crave a deep sleep
Let me rest my hopes
Maybe when I wake up
I'll not exist here anymore
Apr 19, 2015
Apr 19, 2015 at 12:19 PM UTC
Somehow,
The winds are blowing too fast.
Somehow,
It seems this time, it ain't gonna last.
Somehow,
The flowers seem dead.
Somehow,
The sky looks red.
Somehow,
It all seems so strange.
Somehow,
I feel it ain't gonna change.
Somehow,
I'm thinking of him again.
Somehow,
It starts to pain.
Somehow,
I knew he was never mine.
Somehow,
I have a feeling, it'll be fine.
Somehow,
I feel at ease now.
And I remember how,
He just disavow.
Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 1:06 AM UTC
I'm on my way,
It's a journey,they say
Greenery all around,
A melodious sound.
With a hint of yellow,
The shades all mellow.
As I stare out,
There are certain things I doubt,
with the scenery changing every second
watching green and yellow blend,
I wonder why I feel so low,
There are things I really need to know.
The wind blowing slowly,
I bend into it lowly,
Questioning myself,'Am I good enough?'
'No.'answers a voice rough and tough.
I let the tears spill down,
wearing the 'Miss Lonely' crown,
I feel morose,
Now that I see my woes.
It would be a happy journey,I thought.
Now, in a mesh of loneliness, I am caught.
What to do?
Go, where to?
How much would it cost?
To get back, I am Lost.
Jul 22, 2014
Jul 22, 2014 at 2:26 PM UTC
As the world would give her Nothin' but sadness,
She decided to vent out her emotions
She searched for ways,
Art, Poem, Diary throughout the days.
She looked upon her old works of art,
For that may heal the broken part,
But she couldn't find the painting she deared,
Again Nothin' but tears.
Has someone thrown it?
Thinking of it as ****
Could they have thought,
How much love it brought?
How she had treasured it over the years,
But in the end, She gets Nothin' but tears
Is this fair?
She made it for the people she loved,
And they didn't knew how many feelings it bare.
Alone in a room,
Which seems like a doom.
She vents out her feelings in another type of art,
Which will be again added to her cart.
Silently, She wished somebody hears,
Her quiet Nothin' but tears. . .
Jul 21, 2014
Jul 21, 2014 at 8:42 AM UTC
Trying to keep up with the crowd,
But they just push her behind
and behind and far away
Slowly, she can't pace up
tired of the torture the sun above gives her.
Not able to take it anymore,
She just stands there and watch the crowd,
clapping,dancing and having fun,
She smiles and keep her thoughts to herself,
The heat of the sun goes up,
Slowly,she begins to boil
the indirect torture
Now she can't live like this. . .
She digs the ground underneath
and jumps inside . . . takes a last glance
if anyone wants to stop her,
No . . There's no one
She puts the soil and buries herself,
and finally,her breathing melts
and she closes her eyes and murmur "Goodbye"
May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 4:10 AM UTC
I wish I was the kind of person
That could write as beautifully
As the midnight sky
Or your eyes
Some days
I have so many ideas
I can write
and write
Till my pen runs out
Or my arm gets tired
Or I run out of paper
And start to write in books
I’ve read
Too many times
Then there are days when,
my mind is full
But there are no ideas.
No motivation
Just loud voices,
A mess of thoughts
Most of them aren’t even my own
(Maybe I shouldn’t say that
Someone might think I’m crazy)
Just because someone’s mind is
Thought ridden
Doesn’t mean they will turn it
Into art
I think if they did
Someone might get hurt
Writing
It’s dangerous
Not just to an author
But also to everyone else
around them
May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 6:52 AM UTC
every morning
betwixt and between
will they fill my place
with someone else
or am I given one more day?
go to school
I see my friends,
walking over to them
I know what they're thinking
there he comes again
such a loser
why do we bother?
**** him, I hate him*
let's freeze him out
but when I get there
they're always smiles and chuckles
always cracking jokes
at the poor disabled kid
and I'm laughing with them.
May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 6:44 AM UTC
There she was
caught in a shell
safe and secure,
alone and lonely,
Nobody bothered
for the girl who
was caught in a shell.
Then suddenly
she saw someone coming
with rays of warm sunshine
smiling at her and telling her
to taste the beauty of the earth
She took her time
and finally came out
saw the world's fruits and flowers
Enjoying herself,she was finally happy...
But as they say,
Past always makes a comeback
As she was sleeping in the arms of the wind one day,
She heard a whisper from the dark shell
A whisper so hoarse,
that it woke the people up.
The shell whispered the cruel words.
Until she comes back, I'll torture.
People threw her back into the shell,
without even thinking what she might be feeling,
without even thinking of the little flower petal who she was.
They killed her happiness even before it was born.
They could have destroyed the cruel shell
but alas! did they care for the little girl.
She in the shell again,
cried and cried
Until she got used to it again.
Then she sent her tears into the heavens.
As she waited for someone who could make her hug the sunshine again,
And **** her dark and lonely shell
May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 6:41 AM UTC