You are made of poems.
Utterly somber,
yet beautifully written,
plunging into the abyss
of a lost soul.
You are a symphony of sounds.
Starkly melancholic,
yet a soothing lullaby.
You are bursting with flowers.
Seemingly ordinary,
yet wonderfully blossoming,
oozing with sunshines,
rainbows, and butterflies.
Nov 1, 2016
Nov 1, 2016 at 6:31 AM UTC
I am going to,
touch your soul,
watch it burst
into flames,
flickering with
stark colors.
Scribble love
on your veins,
your mind,
your heart.
Create a ruckus,
a chaos, a mess
deep inside you.
Chase away autumn,
the falling leaves,
and withering trees.
Melt away winter,
thaw the ice
around the surface,
shower sunshines,
and rainbows,
and unicorns.
Honey, I just want to
breathe life
back into you.
Sep 6, 2016
Sep 6, 2016 at 12:52 PM UTC
She was valiantly soaring in the sky,
Gliding so effortlessly through the air.
Dancing in circles where clouds cry,
Drifting towards the sun's striking stare.
A storm of unkindness is brewing,
A sea of emotions is surging.
Poor, little, scrawny bird.
Wings were shot to hell,
Stumbling down to nothingness.
Crashing down where broken ships dwell,
Humming a sound so far from happiness.
Aug 8, 2016
Aug 8, 2016 at 10:28 AM UTC
Wistfully glancing...
Forlorn sky - bluest of blues;
A cosmic, black pit.
Grounds - desolated, old.
Mosses sprouting; here it is,
Dusky beginning.
Sad, withering tree.
An uncanny resemblance;
Beseeching for life.
Feb 10, 2016
Feb 10, 2016 at 9:06 AM UTC
Hearing soothing lullabies,
whilst uttering fervent goodbyes.
One step closer to the ledge,
waves crashing beneath the ledge.
The ocean's enthralling tranquility,
renders an unyielding sense of solidity.
Its calmness besieges every single vein,
and deliberately permeates through my brain,
What you see beneath the ledge seems enchanting,
and a desolate voice down below is beseeching,
unceasingly lulling someone to come to his rescue.
Oh, perhaps this is my cue!
Rocks creaking, tides screeching,
Hearts wistfully shattering.
All she had in mind was jumping.
And then, time is suddenly frozen,
for the girl who was eternally broken.
Aug 2, 2015
Aug 2, 2015 at 10:14 AM UTC
“Everything is going to be okay,”
she told herself, as she simply stared
at the trail of shimmering lights beneath her.
Jul 31, 2015
Jul 31, 2015 at 8:38 AM UTC
Dreadful, horrendous, unwanted late night thoughts,
certainly warrant an enormous deep black pit of sadness.
And when the night finally falls, she constantly shuns
and tries so hard to weasel her way out of it.
But there is no escaping the inevitable.
Only if someone can get a momentarily glimpse
of the tangibly thick forlorn coat
she obliviously wears every single day.
Then maybe, just maybe, someone can fully understand
the scars embedded through her inanimate frame.
Jul 8, 2015
Jul 8, 2015 at 10:02 AM UTC