As I gazed at the stones below my feet,
I couldn't feel anything but heat.
My body soaked with sweat,
as my arms trembled with regret.
"Why am I still doing this?"
I thought to myself, almost at my wit's end.
But then my eyes roamed and there she was up above;
fantasizing about fairies of the stone.
Careless with how she looked,
She then looked at me; her eyes gleamed.
I noticed my lips form an upward curve.
"I will go, wherever she will take me.
No matter how hard this journey is,
I will go...
With her."
I painfully continued my steps towards her,
the fairy of my heart.
Aug 7, 2021
Aug 7, 2021 at 9:41 PM UTC
I didn't know I was lyin' on a cold dark ground until you shined on me and gave me warmth.
Your light made me see how beautiful life can be.
I saw how you dreamed of a better change.
I opened my eyes wider and I was finally awake.
You being you, my eyes and skin were slowly getting burnt.
I could no longer see what was far ahead.
I was blindly attached to you that I chased you wherever you went.
Beyond the seas and as far as my eyes can see, I ran towards you.
I thought I needed the warmth and light that was yours.
I got sick slowly, not knowing that it was you after all.
The change you longed for was killing me.
I was blind, hurt, and dying.
Now, I lay on a cold dark ground once more.
Chilling yes, but now I see the most beautiful view full of life and love.
For I am I, and you are you.
Aug 6, 2021
Aug 6, 2021 at 9:39 PM UTC
For a while I thought you were just an illusion, a misty scene far from solid truth.
But then I was able to garner enough strength to walk through and beyond this glass of illusion; to take the risk and be with you.
Oct 30, 2017
Oct 30, 2017 at 10:04 PM UTC
You always write for and because of her.
Well, why wouldn't you?
She, who took away the most space in you;
would I even matter?
You lose yourself, intoxicated
by the thought of her.
But still, she filled your consciousness
even when you're sober.
I heard you came knocking at your own door
with eyes red and tensed jaws.
I noticed blood on your hands and I knew then
that your plan went through.
I let you in and gave you your keys.
"How far did you go?"
I asked offering a bottle of cold beer.
"I couldn't do it. I couldn't **** the man she loves."
You covered your face with both your hands.
I tried to calm you down.
"Everything will be okay" I said as I felt my hands trembling
reaching for the gun.
...
I smirked as I placed your cold hands firmly around your gun.
I wrote, "To Daisy, you are as warm as the yellow sun.
But you left me no choice and use this gun."
A farewell fit for you since you always wrote for her.
Oct 4, 2017
Oct 4, 2017 at 12:29 AM UTC
Everything is destroyed.
I, too tired to move.
You, too far away.
I stayed with the floods;
You went with the winds.
Free as a cloud you were
while I...
stagnant as a lake.
Too dumb to analyze,
too dull to sensitize,
and too numb to unparalyze.
No longer warmth,
no longer fervors, and
no longer luminescent.
Thunders rumbling, listen!
Dark clouds coming, see!
Cold winds rushing, sense!
Us both;
not just you and
not just I.
Warm sunshine and cool breeze
but rather,
whirlwinds and never ending downpour
of chaos and affliction.
All but cruelty and destruction.
Both sunshine and rain;
heat, embraced and
cold, battled.
You see,
the storm took away my old being.
The waves washed clean my poison.
You, a lost-winged soul while
I, now an impregnable fortress.
Sep 23, 2017
Sep 23, 2017 at 9:36 AM UTC
A free bird leaps on the back
Of the wind and floats downstream
Till the current ends and dips his wing
In the orange suns rays
And dares to claim the sky.
But a BIRD that stalks down his narrow cage
Can seldom see through his bars of rage
His wings are clipped and his feet are tied
So he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
Of things unknown but longed for still
And his tune is heard on the distant hill for
The caged bird sings of freedom.
The free bird thinks of another breeze
And the trade winds soft through
The sighing trees
And the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright
Lawn and he names the sky his own.
But a caged BIRD stands on the grave of dreams
His shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
His wings are clipped and his feet are tied
So he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings with
A fearful trill of things unknown
But longed for still and his
Tune is heard on the distant hill
For the caged bird sings of freedom.
Sep 21, 2017
Sep 21, 2017 at 8:32 PM UTC
It has been six cycles of the moon since we first talked.
And if I count the days we were together, it'd probably be one cycle of the moon's light.
Of both our hectic lives, we managed to be together for short periods of time.
You were always there when I called even when the moon is no longer up.
But now what we have, is no longer luminous like the moonlight.
It has become hazy and dark; as if a storm is coming, we see no light.
Yet, here I am trying to blow away the clouds that covers the sky.
And if I'd lose my breath just to let you see me as I am, I would.
If only you could look up above the sky, and see clearly;
see how the dark areas of the moon give its beauty,
see how mistakes could still make us luminous,
see how I am losing my breath just to see you.
If only...
but its too late.
Sep 19, 2017
Sep 19, 2017 at 8:30 PM UTC
Liquid, flowing nonstop
like my immaturity,
absurd and abrupt.
Without brakes,
I slyly come up.
I stare and sing
'til your time's up.
Oh yes! The sight of red!
Makes me giggle with content.
Now, let's go to the bottom
and become one
under the luminous dancing
dark blue reflection
of my heaven
and your hell.
There. There.
Open your eyes slowly.
Now you're mine and
I am yours
let us be zany and rogue
"I love you!"
with pain in your eyes,
you forcefully uttered.
Sep 17, 2017
Sep 17, 2017 at 5:06 AM UTC
At first she thought it was
as easy as counting one, two, and three.
But then it changed to climbing a tree,
where a fruit she adores ripens once in a week.
She would climb up no matter how tall it was,
with scratches and bruises she didn't mind.
She was happy for all her time,
despite the scars all this while.
How was she in the remaining days
without the fruit on her hands?
She took care of the tree on her own
giving all her might; didn't leave its side.
But one stormy night, while she slept
at the side of the tree she couldn't live without;
her skin full of scars, the heavy rain touched.
She was deaf by the thunder, and then lay still when lightning struck.
Sep 14, 2017
Sep 14, 2017 at 12:22 PM UTC
I just want to pack my bags
And vanish
Leave without a trace
Spend the rest of my life
In solitude
Knowing
I'm no longer
A burden to you...
...
Maybe this way I'll find me,
The real me,
The one that lives outside of
These useless broken words
The one that breathes outside of
This loop of a mess that's become
My nightmare and my life all at once
...
Maybe this way I can finally
Throw away my masks
Maybe this way I can finally
Taste freedom
Maybe this way
I might even discover
The meaning of
True happiness
*And maybe this time
I won't run away from it*
Sep 13, 2017
Sep 13, 2017 at 11:28 PM UTC