that is your reflection,
hanging in the night sky,
in spring,
threatening to disappear.
if you could just forget,
if the thoughts could drown away,
in your tears,
wouldn't it be great?
you could forget the voices,
the laughter, the smiles,
the kindness they once brought,
but never the dejection,
never the hopeless that comes after hope.
you could no longer hear the voices,
you long for,
only the ghosts in your heart.
Jul 25, 2020
Jul 25, 2020 at 11:48 PM UTC
at the end of our lives,
we would meet here,
in which our pasts are gone,
in which our presents are gone,
in which our futures are gone,
here where what is left,
is the remnant fragments of our existence,
lost to time.
when we bid goodbye,
in this never changing scenery,
it would be forever farewell,
there would no longer be, laughter,
or the sound of remembrance,
for we anew,
are nothing to the world.
Jul 25, 2020
Jul 25, 2020 at 11:44 PM UTC
someone said,
I shouldn’t continue like this,
that I should make a change,
but why,
does it make a difference?
will the nightingales
sing the song of my soul
if I started chasing
after the sun
once more
Sep 7, 2019
Sep 7, 2019 at 7:30 AM UTC
It took me so long
To find the way out
Only to be pushed in once more
By my own foolishness
It took you so long
To guide me back out
Only for me to fall back in
Of my own volition
Nov 11, 2018
Nov 11, 2018 at 9:02 AM UTC
How long must I run
How long will I cry
These tears that barely feel mine
My aching heart that continues to beat
Will you finally stop?
With this knife of mine
I will say goodbye
Oct 15, 2018
Oct 15, 2018 at 2:22 AM UTC
If I smile will you see it?
If I compliment you will you understand it?
If I look down on you will you notice it?
If my love fades away
Will you ignore it?
Will you please listen to me?
Will you please stop me?
My love
If my love were to die tonight
Will you forgive me?
Oct 15, 2018
Oct 15, 2018 at 2:22 AM UTC
The poet writes
with no pause and no rest
in the vain hopes to finish
his works in due time
as he stares at his canvas which was
a sheet of innocence
now tainted by shades of black
that has since lost the ability
to reflect that which is inside
leading him to question how
he fell this far
to writing to cater to
a crowd of sheep
praying for a chance for himself
to finally,
breathe
Oct 15, 2018
Oct 15, 2018 at 2:21 AM UTC
Caught in a mirage
Never ending, never ceasing
Parched throat thirsting
For that sweet illusion
A silent empty vessel
Adrift in the ocean of dreams
Taken back to the past
Away from these hellish scenes
Oct 15, 2018
Oct 15, 2018 at 2:21 AM UTC
All too clear,
All too clear,
Right from the beginning,
It was all too clear,
That this was going nowhere.
All these colours,
Blinding neon lights,
My head hurts,
Oh how it throbbed,
It hurts, It hurts,
Why am I still here?
Why does the lights attract me so?
I do not belong here,
I can’t breathe,
I can’t breathe,
Tell me again,
No, no more,
I can’t take it anymore,
I’ll be taking my leave now.
Oct 14, 2018
Oct 14, 2018 at 10:57 AM UTC
Words from a shiny star,
Lulling my sadness to sleep.
I begun hoping without realising,
A faint dream I did not wish for.
What good does having feelings brings?
Nothing, I screamed;
Nothing but pain to my bowl.
I have long past the age of dreaming,
I was a fool.
My love ones sent me two bowls of rice,
In hopes that I keep on going on,
In hopes that I never fall.
I dare not let them down,
I dare not let out cries,
I hide my broken spoon,
the cracks in my bowls;
And I laughed.
Oct 3, 2018
Oct 3, 2018 at 10:30 AM UTC