Left in the dark
walking, crawling, crying
Out of breathe
trembling, suffocating, dying
A faint sound
beating, stimulating, overwhelming
A spark of light
running, living, smiling
A rose that grew through concrete..
Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 5:55 AM UTC
Poems are endured and love by the sad only
Songs are enjoyed by the ecstatic one's
To the broken, ignored and left lonely
The pure, loved and who smile like the sun
Everyone search one truly majestic
Only to be fooled, betrayed, a tragic
Soft touch and sweet kiss, love is chaotic
Climb, run, jump, save the world and be epic
Strange how the mind works, full of mysteries
And we become outsiders to ourselves
But we find ourselves making great stories
We alone suffer this fate to ourselves
Breathing, evolving to beautiful beings
Poems are written and the blissful one's sings
Nov 19, 2015
Nov 19, 2015 at 2:33 AM UTC
don't you dare shed those tears
that you've been holding onto
for so long, in all these years
don't you dare mutter in grief
the single moment you sagged
in overwhelming simple relief
don't you dare cry out in pain
or tear your clothes, nor rip your
hair beneath a perfect summers rain
don't you dare try for sympathy
holding another's hand, randomly
for she is not random but your
epiphany
don't you dare weep for me
if a single tear drop falls
and burns a path so endless
let it be your downfall
you wept at nothingness
don't you dare weep for me
I'm may be the willow tree in winter
the barrenness that left you blind
I'm may be the heat of summer
that sweltered you so unkind
yet you dare to weep for me
when the seasons decide to change
it's not your tears that bring relief
it's the history you try to rearrange
Your tears are crocodilian
steeped in lies and treachery
sitting like empty salt lakes
don't you DARE weep for me
Oct 27, 2015
Oct 27, 2015 at 11:16 PM UTC
I walk
on a park so serene that birds gather on the tree tops to sing
a song that so nostalgic in a way you lighten up
and smile to embrace the setting sun an overwhelming feeling nonetheless
and you cannot ignore the view of the diving sun splattering depths of maroon
to the innocent clouds co-waltzing by with the grey blue sky so obvious
which only shows a beauty the nature can offer to the mortal eyes to see
the scenery is alluring that I would rather enjoy to sit under a tree
than to relax my body on a bench that are lined in an amusing way
facing the performance of the slow warm afternoon
I write
under a tree to feel the fullness of this afternoon scribbling poems
because in this way I feel amazingly close to nature that I appreciate every bit of it,
watching the butterflies playing a game of hide and seek while the one hiding
are the little pretty flowers rooted near the trees and the other rooted under the bench
and how I notice the trees are laughing cause the butterflies can’t seem to find the shy flowers
because in this spot I can see clearly what’s happening around me every bit of it
kids running around full of innocence and happiness not minding the butterflies
a lovers embracing each other like they are the only sweet thing around
and gaze at each other’s eye that seems likely make the time lingers
and look at the bench again that is not so far away from me
an uneasy feeling, a feeling of familiarity, a feeling of connection
just like me sitting alone under a tree a girl alone on her bench
I look
at you partly because you’re alone like me enjoying the dawdling afternoon,
partly because you have the beauty my very heart so desire,
partly because you make my heart skipped a beat this past few days,
partly because my love for you is growing every day I see you here and
it is not that hard to focused my all attention to you ignoring everything around me
even the love the couple emits with their embrace but you seem to be in trance
with the love the couple radiates and closely in your eyes melancholy tears fell
but still your even perfect when you cry and even angels weep to see you cry
maybe you miss the love you once have, maybe you feel so alone and so absorbed
that you feel there is no hope for the right one for you but only if you would look at me
here by the tree and I’ll give you a hope, I’ll offer you a smile so warm
but I can’t tell I’m the one only you can, but I’m sure I could kiss your tears goodbye
and you’re the only one I see myself dancing and holding each other’s hand
to stand near the tree when the sun sunk and this is all I’m hoping tell you about it.
Oct 17, 2015
Oct 17, 2015 at 6:24 AM UTC
...
*Sky of Orange Soft Pastel,
A fire that burnt
A misty-eyed.
Fiery sunset
Yet gentle color hush
Warmth a cold dying soul.
Suddenly sway in rush,
Grey cloud storm
Overruled.
Orange soft pastel burning
Died.. along with the
Cold dying soul.*
...
Oct 16, 2015
Oct 16, 2015 at 6:37 AM UTC
When my love swears that she is made of truth
I do believe her, though I know she lies,
That she might think me some untutored youth,
Unlearnèd in the world’s false subtleties.
Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young,
Although she knows my days are past the best,
Simply I credit her false-speaking tongue;
On both sides thus is simple truth suppressed.
But wherefore says she not she is unjust?
And wherefore say not I that I am old?
O, love’s best habit is in seeming trust,
And age in love, loves not to have years told.
Therefore I lie with her, and she with me,
And in our faults by lies we flattered be.
Oct 12, 2015
Oct 12, 2015 at 11:08 PM UTC
This room gives me unhappy thoughts
As I sit grumpily and down
I never listen, all self-taught
None make me smile even a clown
Early I know but still sleepy
My mind temps me to dream freely
I should be there outside running
There in the cool river swimming
There’s a movement on the girls side
Curiosity aroused inside
Our teacher came all settle down
Then called a name new to my ears..
Curiosity fills my dull soul
I look up and my time slow
A sudden bliss ignite my heart
Oh, Monday not a bad start
There standing in front of me
This naked mortal eyes to see
Young and innocent, an angel
With a pretty charming name "Belle"
A star fallen to the earth
With a face that glows in every smile
Her warm voice a sweet symphony
What a thrill she's my new classmate..
Oct 9, 2015
Oct 9, 2015 at 9:37 AM UTC
This soothing cool night I can't sleep
Because the bliss lingers so deep
As my soul lay in my soft bed
The night so eerie like the dead
There lay in the table untouched
The symbol of pure love and life
Driving me crazy and restless
I will keep the flower to death
Cold lose to warmth, dark lose to light
Morning smile to everyone's sight
My thrill drop dead, I hate Mondays
Goodbye Saturday and Sunday..
Morning air rust my very core
I dislike school more than my chore
School means cage in my young small mind
You're force to do things like a blind
Face the wall, you did something wrong
Always make homework all night long
Composition, projects I'm chained
Every school day is like pain
Cold water knocks me to my sense
Sullenly I move, dull essence
Mom so furious now, I must dash
In seconds, I’ am gone in a flash..
Oct 6, 2015
Oct 6, 2015 at 9:35 AM UTC
O, morning that brings thrill and peace
Will revive my physique at ease
My core ignited by the sun
A dream to see her having fun
Down the road walking, wondering
There she is playing and singing
O, this sweet black haired creature
Undisturbed, an angel so pure
Wish she could turn around and look
I'll do whatever to show-off
She stand up and our sense connected
My soul exploded unprotected
Instantly I ignore her eyes
And gaze the lovely butterflies
I drain myself to capture one
To present to her but she's gone
She's walking toward her big house
I ‘am down cause she never look back
She paused outside and throws something
I dash to fetch the lovely thing
Innocently laid on the ground
A beautiful floret, I'm bound
To pick and lay it near my heart
And I walk a beautiful start..
Oct 5, 2015
Oct 5, 2015 at 12:32 PM UTC
My frail heart avoided a beat
Now I'm staring at my small feet
Waiting for my very reply
Not a single word I spoke, why?
My cheeks changes to warm and red
I desire I'm on my safe bed
My daydreams are her coy smile
Beautiful in her own style
As my lonely feeble heart burn
Mind said escape and never turn
Around and not ever look back
I scamper fast not coming back..
Inside my bedroom I rejoice
I still hear her sweet shy voice
Her honeyed shy voice makes me fly
My gut now fills with butterflies
First time her pure coy smile so real
Crazy and in-love all I feel
But wait, reflect back what happen
I think I made a big mistake
A sudden bolt of pure sadness
Struck me hard to unmixed madness
Life inside me evaporate
I'll sleep weary and never wake..
Oct 1, 2015
Oct 1, 2015 at 10:36 AM UTC