Everytime she speaks her word
It collides in my hopeful heart
As well with her being dexterous
I'm left thunderstruck in any way of art
Her confidence and adroit attitude
Made her sparkle more than a star
She bright up the universe of whom
Even in a distant, even in miles of hour
She lights the path that followed by me
She became my guide as I look upon
her aesthetic look
Everything I see is just so true and near
Her love that's written in many books
I know her glowing heart is given to me
I shoud keep and love it like it's mine
Her smile when she says I love you sincerely
A moment that I will always want to
repeat all the time
Oct 1, 2018
Oct 1, 2018 at 9:12 AM UTC
My shadow's been darker than usual
Causing it to swallow the light inside
Feeding my mind with negativity and cruelty
Blinding my eyes to something that rely
I became a slave of my own whist
Departing from my human existence
The pen became a sharp pointed knife
As ink became a flow of crimson blood
The once snow white manufactured papers
Became a skin of my possessed addiction
A drug that continually giving me ecstacy
Torture seems to be my favorite hobby
Killing is now my game in the chess
Slaying who comes to make a mess
This calignous side of me
Is my new self, my new personality
Oct 1, 2018
Oct 1, 2018 at 1:18 AM UTC
Like ice, it melts
Like smoke, it disappears
Like wheel, it rolls around
Like seesaw, it goes up and down
Like cage, it has locks
Like lock, it has keys
Like book, it has a covering
Like pen, it has ink
Like hair, it grows
Like water, it flows
Like stone, it's hard
Like marshmallow, it's softly guard
Like glasses, it has lenses
Like music, it has voices
Like brain, it has a mind
Like depression, it can be seen or hide
Like a killer, it can betray you
Like the Earth, it rotates through
Like everything, it cannot be described
Like endless description, cannot be put to a line
Like heart, it beats
Like beat, it names
Like name, it's you
Like you who loves me
Like me who loves you
Sep 29, 2018
Sep 29, 2018 at 6:31 PM UTC
The rain stopped from pouring
But my heart isn't from beating
You may not hear it in your distance
But I'll tell you loud and clear the confession it wants
"Adoration of truth I have inside.
Yes, you are true, loving you like how fountains flow deep and wide."
Sep 29, 2018
Sep 29, 2018 at 5:12 AM UTC
Your eyes that keeps me from falling
Your touch that strengthens my heart's beating
You voice that echoes inside of me
Your scent that pulls me towards fantasy
Your warmth that melts the chills
Your iloveyou that fights my doubt and fear
Your name, such a beautiful soul
Your existence, making me alive and whole
Sep 29, 2018
Sep 29, 2018 at 2:28 AM UTC
Mind was filled with so many thoughts
Eyes were red from crying and loathe
Body became numb no more pressure, no more pleasure
Can't see the old life that one has, can't assume, can't ensure
In the darkest side of the room
Where all locks and keys are doomed
A shining metal can be seen
Pointing its edge to somewhere,
a part it could have been
Slowly, the coldness of the knife touches the soft skin
Eyes are in gaze without any emotion, no odds no mean
In a swift of the hands, the knife did it's job
To be filled with blood, to not feel the pulse's throb
Gaining from the sudden felt impulse
Shock and horror were seen even in the slighest bit of one's moles
It's not that late, the loss won't continue if the one runs out of the room
Put away the tool and don't hold again the loom
A light again gave the one the chance
Showing the beautiful life and its importance
Letting the one be pulled by the ray
Move away from the dark, and let's color up that day
A sudden happiness felt from within
Removing the pain slowly as joy is coming in
The face blooms like a flower at spring
The one is okay again, no more slaying and cutting things
BUT happiness leads to the path of sadness
Another despair, another restlessness
What one's doing became one's deed again
To hurt oneself, to scatter those papers and pen
The blade is back on its business
As it will be given blood that soon arises
One goes back to the darkest side of the room
I'm a suicidal and no one's gonna stop me
Not today, not tomorrow, not so soon
Sep 26, 2018
Sep 26, 2018 at 7:44 PM UTC
I'm not in the past, but why is it that my story is repeating its self?
I'm not in the future, but why is it that I can see myself on those pictures and figures?
I'm still in the present where my life is enclosed but why do I see these things that made me confused?
Questions that I'm seeking for answers but it's like a conundrum where decision matters.
Time is a thing to be patient and be ready but it will pass ruefully if compassion dropped suddenly.
Sep 25, 2018
Sep 25, 2018 at 10:24 PM UTC
I'm the blue and you're the red
You're burning while I'm chilling
We're different they said—
I'm in the dark being cold and stone
while you're outside hot and melting
But when we touched,
discovery of us two was seen in our eyes
A new feeling just arises from inside
Gentle it holds the warmth that we build
Expanding this shared mystery outside
Warm hue of violet we saw
This is what we can make if we combine
A true feeling observed in its raw
Will never be forgotten in our soaring souls
and serene minds
Sep 25, 2018
Sep 25, 2018 at 8:47 AM UTC
No one's perfect, a truth that's always told
But goal and motivation is his stepping stone
Short term and lifelong sets made him so mold
Now he's infront of the crowd, sharing his story alone
Giving inspiration to maidens and lad
Showing the angle of sociology that life is fair
Life is unfair to him, life is unfair to her so don't be too sad
You're not the only one who has a problem to bare
He also pointed out inequality and discrimination
How it blocks the bridge for other races
How it removes peace and harmony to His creation
And gives them lesson on how to live with other faces
Demonstrating how to nurture the plants
Striking to everyone the beauty of every tree
Realizing that nature is best and independent
It could survive without us humans who's killing it continuously
Encouraging them to go out of the world
Stepping out of the front door of their comfort zone
Letting them know the lenses and view of words
Giving them the experiences that the society can provide like what's in Dale's cone
Sep 24, 2018
Sep 24, 2018 at 5:26 PM UTC