The day your dreams are making whole
And the fantasy you had is an object to hold
Why does your heart questions its role
Is this the happiness you seek why thy heart bare a hole
Happiness of the heart why questions its worth
The what ifs of the mind are taking their toll
You are happy that is all
Then why do you write about questioning it all?
He loves you and you love him an that is all
Writing it down on paper to prove that its wrong
This is the dream you've dreamt for so long
Satisfaction is the key in making you whole
Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 8:32 AM UTC
The stress is eating every inch of me
Everything in front of me makes me want to flee
With each step closer to the end, comes a crippling pain scratching my heel
Splinters of faith pushing deeper like steel
Too much pressure to my chest leaving no room for me to breathe
Gasping harder and harder but nothing seems to creep in
Were mere nomads looking for fertile land to call our on
Scouting crevices of rocks for sign of life, but nothing feels alive inside
The fear of failure occupies your heart
To the point that nothing makes you feel better, makes you feel loved
Like a child you carry inside you, like a secret you kept dear
Like a first born going to school, him being judged is what you fear
Tears flow swiftly, faster that thoughts of roofs and gables
Colors seems to be the key, but to a vault of uncertainty everything is bleak
Wanting to quit, an abortion to your skills, a freedom of choice is nothing but free
Stagnant as anything could be, you are shackled into this test of creed
Jan 10, 2014
Jan 10, 2014 at 12:48 PM UTC
I am shallow pond to the sea of love
Seeing an Oasis in the mirage of sand
Creating waves that are nowhere but none
Within the slopes of loam I try to run
You filled me up with drops of rain
I soak up all that my body can contain
Pouring like heavens of water to a dessert dry
You pushed deeper into the depths of lime
I let you in, In into my whole
But when you are about to reach my core
The surface calls you back into the world
Leaving this pond into a crater, a pit of endless mourn
With the absence of rain, I thirst for snow
Quenching this urge with remnants of your cold
Waiting for the sun, to dry me up with its scorch
Vanishing like an illusion of water into a drought of summertime
Dec 18, 2013
Dec 18, 2013 at 5:06 PM UTC
Death, I've seen through my mother's shallow breaths
The whisper of sadness moving into my head
That thing pushing and pulling inside my chest is skipping
Jumping and leaping at an irregular pace
The balloon of air is full but I feel asphyxiated by the pain
Numbing legs crawling to my head, every second seems like a century at haste
Death is for those who live, and sip the morning sun
Or for those who walk and feel the wind in their palm
I'm a diabetic walking on a candy store
With you as a tootsie roll
I can look and leer holes through your soul
But I cant taste let my lips drown into your
Wishing a chance to feel your warmth and the sweetness you have wrapped
A different kind of death I feel when you're around
The kind that kills me and bring me to life at the same time
The kind that creates a memory for me to smile to and frail at the same time
Stopping this borderline obsession, there is no chance
You've cut my legs down so I cant run, and hide from your charms
In my blood you slowly dine , leaving me no choice but to wait and die
Nov 30, 2013
Nov 30, 2013 at 2:06 PM UTC
I confess, I am an addict trapped in this cycle of rot.
I drank from the cup, hoping the fill will struck my luck
But just like any other happy endings my mind got stuck
Gave in, to the sweet words that jack had packed,
Silly boy gave in, to the mocking brilliance of ***
Hearing whispers of good music in my ear, drip drip, drip
The sound of smooth whiskey calling, flowing down my throat
Warming my insides, like hell-fire eating me from the tip of my fingers to my thigh
Crawling, silently creeping the lust starts to seep in
Eating my body, mind , heart and soul like the sand with the wind
I am defenseless, can’t fight this craving, the closet to life and heaven I can be
Been here before, but why can’t I ignore its beauty
Alcohol, effervescent, rich, tasteful alcohol. Strong , dark , cunning alcohol
You are divine, a slave to you I am. Goddess divine make me feel again
I fight, slit my gut and fight, but I’m powerless to your might
Sober, never to indulge in this hunger, I drank, from the cup I drank again
Nov 30, 2013
Nov 30, 2013 at 1:40 PM UTC
I am a catholic in any possible way
I've been with every colors of the spectrum in faith
Living like anyone else in an earthly state
I see no difference, in my eyes all is the same
What makes me different from everybody else?
Am I to be saved while others grow stale?
I grieve for those in pain for their religion
Why do they have to suffer in vain
Browsing in the net I found a picture
a picture of beauty and symmetry I must say
monks down on their knees like stones on a beach
I looked further into the picture and my heart just fell and me knees went weak
In the land of the dancing peacocks they killed Muslims for faith
what sins did they commit? Is it too grave to forgive?
Lets slaughter everybody for its god’s will, we be stiff
Orphan a child, alone, for us to be redeemed
I am a human too, when was it holy to **** another?
religion is a choice made by sovereignty over ourselves
so what made them do wrong for their death to face?
all of them is in so much debt for their lives to be seized?
My soul shatters like glass thrown a million miles
stomach twisted stuck in turbines of fate
prayers for their souls all I can make
cry futile tears for my voice they cannot hear
Don’t respect people for their faith
Provide them with sanctity as humans yourselves
Just protect life for they deserve to live
Live like their shoes are covering your own heel
Aug 8, 2012
Aug 8, 2012 at 3:37 PM UTC
What happens when you wake up
And the feeling of warmth subsides
The pumping stops and the gushing calms
Your mind goes blank as the canvas’ white
Grasping palms hoping for some light
Gripping it tighter and tighter should make it right
But no pulse tickles your heart
Floating on Limbo with nothing in sight
Trying to remember the times that you’re happy
Pulling glimpses of joy and smiling blankly
Salvaging anything that’s left of the ravage
You’re happy now so why do you feel like wreckage?
You close your eyes to find peace
A dialogue of fate, you are not to be impeached
I just lost it, the feeling just isn’t the same
Nothing can save you from the pain
With my core filled with guilt there is no way to speak
Your chest tightens with feelings of grief
No better way to end it but this way
Goodbye is way better than living astray
May 28, 2012
May 28, 2012 at 9:15 AM UTC
Marrionetes dancing on the tune of drums
Bouncing, leaping and tripping down
Pulled by strings they're bound so tight
Waiting for the pupeteer to give them some light
Puppets moving with the flow of the ties
Restricted they are, but with direction they stride
Freedom dosent feel like heaven this time around
Knowing that on the other end there's a hand arms to land
Waiting for our strings to tangle
Moving and moving
Even without a beat there's no stopping
Moving and moving till the end im still moving
I am a puppet waiting to be found
Following the strings without a knot or a run
May the pupeteer lead me on
To the strings tied on your hand
Apr 7, 2012
Apr 7, 2012 at 2:38 PM UTC
When the sun is up
my spirit drop
like a floating leaf
from an oak tree's rack
With my eyes turning
I begin to laugh
In an indescribable high
i dream on your lap
Like a marathon,
With a thousand lap
crawling, and crawling
there is no way to stop
I see my prof's face
grinning, holding a laugh
A punch on the face
I think is enough
The rooster's concert
is my body's clock
curse this test
I must take a nap
Burning the midnight oil
With my spirit engulf
I wish this is over
A student's demise
Mar 28, 2012
Mar 28, 2012 at 3:21 PM UTC
I am no warrior nor an adventurer
Never dreamt of touching the sun
the mere rays satify me
I am easy to please but easier to cease
I envy Icarus despite judgements
Because many have dreamt but afew pursued
I am one of those who chose to subdue
Cant seem teach myself to start anew
Like how false angels flew
Daring to be foolish is what i dream to do
Filling my heart with nothing but crude
Now comes the time I must pay my loo
For so long I have kept my piece within
Ever anxious for what the future awaits
Now,Im in need of sails beneath me
To push me forward out of these depths
In need of Icarus's lead
To help me express my greed
May Apollo's warmth bless me
For me to fight for what i need
Feb 22, 2012
Feb 22, 2012 at 10:07 AM UTC