kamoo
I never really thought i'd love poetry but when terrible and not-so-good things starting happening in my life, I resorted to this world and yes, I feel at home :) / / I'm just a sweet / -loving / -funny / -fashion addict / -rogue / -Rihanna fan / -poetry fan / -and a granny's little girl / / type of girl :) / / I hope that this is enough :)
She waits for 01.00 a.m every single day because that was the time in which whom she had hoped would be her companion in life would say goodnight to her. She hates the day Thursday because whom she had hoped would love her till death treasured that day. She hates the moon because she whom had promised to never forget her found pleasure and serenity in its glimmering smile that casts out joy into the beautiful dark surroundings every single night. She resents breathing because when all sunny days turned into gloom and they would be sitting together staring into each other's eyes, she whom had promised to never leave told her to continue breathing because that was just enough. She is unable to stomach concrete stones because the sacred and peaceful place in which she whom had promised to always love her said whenever the unrequited one may feel down or in despair she should go sit on the beautifully painful stones as that was their special place. She who loves wholeheartedly and experienced a beautiful lie buries her heart in pain throughout her life. If love is pain then she loves fiercely.
She is broken and no one is able to save her...from her.
Aug 12, 2015
Aug 12, 2015 at 5:50 AM UTC
Remember these sheets?
You buried your face here every night and shared your soul with me
Each morning you’d leave your spirit and scent in what I consider as my sacred palace because we used to make magic here
You taught me how to dream
Every night with you meant joy and us finding love in our dreams
Now that you left, life is just not what we dreamt of
You promised to stay and be my companion in finding love in the skies
But you left the stars howling at me for daily melodies that we made when our bodies were intact every night
My nights have become lonely and the peace in which I found in the breeze that the night time cast out into our little fantasy has faded
All I experience now is drench concentrated with despair from the tears that the skies shed every night
You promised to make every night mystical in these sheets and our exchange of breath will always keep us together because we breathe each other
I don’t know if I should continue lying in these tarnished sheets and hope that someday your spirit will creep back into them or I should just find a new wooden palace that will not care about how I feel
We used to see stars through the ceiling but all I see now is white dreaded material looking down at me
When I stare at this depressing ceiling I always hope that your brain is what walked and not your heart
Each time I smile at flashbacks that run all around the room and tickle my tired body in these sheets the ceiling reminds me that you are no more
Bygone you are and I could only wish that your presence awakens me the next morning
Mar 4, 2015
Mar 4, 2015 at 4:18 AM UTC
*
In my darkest days, I held you beneath my warmth.
You indulged me with your feverish hunger.
You embraced me with your piercing emotions.
You were immune to my changeable disease.
I came to a realization that you were my muse,
the best rainbow I received……….
You told me that I was part of your soul.
To me you’re the fuel to my rusty engine,
The energy to my thirsty being,
And the light of my darkened soul.
*
© Pax
Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 2:11 AM UTC
I sit here in silence
Tears straying down my cheeks
In pain, heartbroken, breathless
I am stripped, tormented, suffocated
My hands shiver with dread
My knuckles bleed with sorrow
I have nothing to give
It's never your fault
It never was your fault
I'm just sorry that it had to be you
The skies, the moon and the stars begged me to love you
Through you, they saw light hence my heart and spirit
were redirected to you
I am an ocean full of agony
My banks overflow with love
Enough love that even your amazingly long lashes tingle with joy
when the reverberations of love buried within me express
how much they belong to you
Love chooses no one
It goes for everyone
Even those who are broken and damaged have pores that engulf
tiny little specks of love because it cares about all of us
It's confusing
complicated
and it hurts
But I know for a fact that my love never dies and only you can heal me.
Oct 24, 2014
Oct 24, 2014 at 9:57 AM UTC
She is the love,
the soul,
the one who makes me give it all
She is worth trying,
she completes me when we touch,
I want to kneel in front and give her a ring
She could be a beauty queen
with just a tee and some jeans
She could be what I have been asking for,
she could be what she is and more
She could be one in a billion,
she could be mine and I am a champion
She could be beautiful without even trying,
she could be - or maybe she is - my everything.
Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 7:08 AM UTC
When I think of my future
I see love
joy
people
me.
When I smile about my future I fall into a trance,
it's encapsulated by friends
family
my babies :)
Happiness will prevail.
The moon will glimmer with passion
and rays of love will reach me.
I will live
love
and laugh.
My growth will be determined by my worth.
My worth being goals
dreams
and ambition.
I'll be free
awesome
and cheerful.
I will be me :)
And she'll be there :)
We'll BE together ^_^
Sep 10, 2014
Sep 10, 2014 at 6:04 AM UTC
I have sides to me as
Dark as the
Devil. I deal with
Demons like
Drugs;
Always dropping
One, adopting
Another.
Don't dream of
Me. Keep the light
On.
My heart rooms
A thousand angels.
They love you as
One. Don't be blown
Too far away by the
Wind of their wings
Keeping my feelings
Afloat.
To be human is to be
The good kind of evil
Or opposite.
All shades, all colours,
Tutti Frutti; aeons of
Flavour.
All that matters
Is the honesty with
Which you embrace
Your own multitudes.
Both feet in Hell, head in
The Heavens,
One hand on either side
Of your heart; keeping
You safe from extremities.
You will cry. Oh, you'll
Cry, looking around
To see if anyone else
Has ever felt as loved,
As guarded.
Carried by angels,
Protected by demons,
Kept warm by the man
Who tamed them
All for
You.
Sep 9, 2014
Sep 9, 2014 at 4:58 AM UTC
I'm drowning in your eyes
forget what happened
sinking deeper
weightlessly
helplessly
silently
dying
into
you
Aug 26, 2014
Aug 26, 2014 at 10:21 PM UTC
My biggest wish is to make her happy
My biggest fear is that she won't let me
When I look at her I see life
Gosh my heart grows so light
I just want to feel her, breathe her
I'd love her and protect her
Age does not matter, I care about her.
Her soft hands, fit into mine,
Are worth every dime of love that I can give
Her scent, magical and breath-taking
Makes me forget about everything
Except the life I breathe from her
Her eyes, glimmer with passion
Her soft and tender lips are such a mystery
They are... I just need to feel them on mine
She <3 ...
Aug 26, 2014
Aug 26, 2014 at 10:21 PM UTC
Below my feet I feel glass
Under my ******* I feel sweat perspired by pain
In between my eyes I see anxiety emerging through my veins right into my eyes
My teeth clench themselves in agony
My voice creaks with fury because beauty is defined by profanity
Profanity embraced by people because they think they know better
Who are we to judge?
But who are we to not judge?
Defined jaws from promiscuous women clasp with fury and worry
Their belief of beauty is supposedly seen through them
Everyone else wonders as to how this may be possible
But their conniving and piercing words curb our brains for their beneficial belief
I sit and wonder how one could possibly define what beauty is…
A tongue that bares words of ultimate obscenity provides atrocity to those whom may be concerned
When you look into their eyes you see fear
Fear of being judged and fear of feeling lost
Rage fumes through their eyes and the burning sensation triggers their tongues to hurt others as a mechanism to feel better
Words spat out from their mouths haze those who they are meant for
These women think beauty is seen from physicality but others beg to differ.
I for one, know that I am one of them
I am not much of a beautiful person on the outside but I know that through all my internal trials and tribulations, I am a beautiful person inside
Windy weathers determine a person’s mood and these women fail to understand
They fail to understand that an increase in problems lights up a matchstick that could burn down a person’s soul
The weather already provides gloom for those in doom but these women fail to comprehend the pain and desolation brought by this weather
These wanton women think Louis Vuitton items define a person’s worth
Lord have mercy may passages of evil not swallow them
May oceans of hurt not sink them
All they have to do is learn how to not judge but how to love
This will help them build their self-esteems into an empire full of care
enriched by hairs of happiness
Perfection may be a satisfaction
But imperfections make one’s life worthwhile
Jul 29, 2014
Jul 29, 2014 at 1:12 PM UTC