pulang_syela - Hello Poetry

You feel like A ghastly mist, crawling up my toes Touching frozen ground as you wrap The soles of my feet in pasty white. You feel like Wet hair seeping through every thread Of a pillowcase where you rest your head Cold, warm, cold, warm—uncomfortable. You feel like Sore eyes from screens too bright As you type in bold, black thoughts A manifesto of the conflicts within. You feel like A room with no light, air, and sounds Stagnancy echoing—the streaks, the blowing, the ringing Were all dampened, washed out, unheard of. You feel like The sudden flash of blindness in the sky Overlapping the deepest violets with such crisp tear And they, too, tear as well. You feel like An intrusive intrusion of an intruder An interlude to all the things you've done An intermission to the tango that has just begun. You feel like A stale yet warm yet ugly yet comforting embrace I wrap around you just to seep in every inch Of what only you could offer. You feel like The last beginning of the endgame The enshrouding entrance of what is to come The naked piece of the puzzle I have yet to grasp fully You feel like Bitter goodbyes Unfiltered eyes And crimson skies.

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Sep 17, 2021

Sep 17, 2021 at 1:21 PM UTC

pulang_syela

Episode

You feel like A ghastly mist, crawling up my toes Touching frozen ground as you wrap The soles of my feet in pasty white. You feel like Wet hair seeping through every thread Of a pillowcase where you rest your head Cold, warm, cold, warm—uncomfortable. You feel like Sore eyes from screens too bright As you type in bold, black thoughts A manifesto of the conflicts within. You feel like A room with no light, air, and sounds Stagnancy echoing—the streaks, the blowing, the ringing Were all dampened, washed out, unheard of. You feel like The sudden flash of blindness in the sky Overlapping the deepest violets with such crisp tear And they, too, tear as well. You feel like An intrusive intrusion of an intruder An interlude to all the things you've done An intermission to the tango that has just begun. You feel like A stale yet warm yet ugly yet comforting embrace I wrap around you just to seep in every inch Of what only you could offer. You feel like The last beginning of the endgame The enshrouding entrance of what is to come The naked piece of the puzzle I have yet to grasp fully You feel like Bitter goodbyes Unfiltered eyes And crimson skies.

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His face in my view Brings butterflies fluttering Then—one steps forward His wits, prominent Opening it as he speaks "Drown me too," I beg His voice so raspy Floating on blue ocean deep Waves all come in threes His hands, warm and safe Clasp mine like a safe haven Hold me in all fours His smell addicting My perfume to keep me sane Five spritz on my wrists His neck welcoming A feast for this hungry beast My dinner at six His obsidian eyes Hold the universe in them Seven light years close His mouth on my own Tastes just like **** fine liquor Burns as hand strikes eight His comfort's embrace Brings this cold corpse back to life Nine lives' revival His own sacred prayer Is his name incarnated On my knees at ten

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Apr 17, 2020

Apr 17, 2020 at 12:41 PM UTC

pulang_syela

His

His face in my view Brings butterflies fluttering Then—one steps forward His wits, prominent Opening it as he speaks "Drown me too," I beg His voice so raspy Floating on blue ocean deep Waves all come in threes His hands, warm and safe Clasp mine like a safe haven Hold me in all fours His smell addicting My perfume to keep me sane Five spritz on my wrists His neck welcoming A feast for this hungry beast My dinner at six His obsidian eyes Hold the universe in them Seven light years close His mouth on my own Tastes just like **** fine liquor Burns as hand strikes eight His comfort's embrace Brings this cold corpse back to life Nine lives' revival His own sacred prayer Is his name incarnated On my knees at ten

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I came to hate the cold When I noticed that I couldn't get a hold Of my freezing hands when they were naked and bold In an air-conditioned bus, as one of my friends told And I would always seek out the heat Of his palms on my fingers when they meet At least they keep these delicate limbs, so petite From numbing when the chill kiss them oh so sweet I also came to like the warmness Of people when they hug me in genuine love and kindness And I would keep seeking that kind of fondness As frost surrounds me with little to no softness Oh, how I remember the warmth of cuddling During wet and shivery downpour in the evening Hugging and fondling under the thick, weighted bedding How comfortable, unlike sleep to the freezing But then, maybe the coldness I feel From my hand to my feet's heel Is a reflection of the atrociousness I conceal Just to go with this ludicrous ordeal My soul is just too bitter, just like how I hate The unfortunate temperature of my fate Yet fervor is the wish of this vicious slate Before the chessboard declares its losing checkmate Unfortunately, things must come to an end There's no point to try to make this encounter bend Because it will all just be like play-pretend Of not acknowledging the conclusion of this descend I came to hate the cold And when judgment day comes, with my sins uncontrolled I'd rather burn in the pits of hell in tenfold Than to freeze in Dante's 9th circle's stranglehold.

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Apr 17, 2020

Apr 17, 2020 at 12:40 PM UTC

pulang_syela

I'd Rather Burn

I came to hate the cold When I noticed that I couldn't get a hold Of my freezing hands when they were naked and bold In an air-conditioned bus, as one of my friends told And I would always seek out the heat Of his palms on my fingers when they meet At least they keep these delicate limbs, so petite From numbing when the chill kiss them oh so sweet I also came to like the warmness Of people when they hug me in genuine love and kindness And I would keep seeking that kind of fondness As frost surrounds me with little to no softness Oh, how I remember the warmth of cuddling During wet and shivery downpour in the evening Hugging and fondling under the thick, weighted bedding How comfortable, unlike sleep to the freezing But then, maybe the coldness I feel From my hand to my feet's heel Is a reflection of the atrociousness I conceal Just to go with this ludicrous ordeal My soul is just too bitter, just like how I hate The unfortunate temperature of my fate Yet fervor is the wish of this vicious slate Before the chessboard declares its losing checkmate Unfortunately, things must come to an end There's no point to try to make this encounter bend Because it will all just be like play-pretend Of not acknowledging the conclusion of this descend I came to hate the cold And when judgment day comes, with my sins uncontrolled I'd rather burn in the pits of hell in tenfold Than to freeze in Dante's 9th circle's stranglehold.

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You and I; we are both formidable But then, like the thin line between its two definitions We both live in each other's opposition You. You always had this grace—this delicateness and feebleness That kind that would make anyone protect you with their lives Not to mention the talent you were blessed at birth The way notes would dance in accord with your fingers—how formidable I. My sight would always give people chills down their spines That kind that would make you either fight or flight With the cold demeanor I was cursed upon birth Like how I would twist the words from my mouth. You. You were everything the world wanted—only more, nothing less Can you see how their eyes would spark upon your descant? You were a living, walking goddess upon mortals And you were the kind of formidable one would stare in awe. I. I was nothing the world wanted—nothing more, only less In how I would see the hatred in their lids at the mention of my name I was the epitome of Lucifer incarnate, disrupting serendipity And I was the kind of formidable everyone would want to be gone. Us. Yes, we are both formidable You elegantly, I grotesquely And the thought of us, meeting even just once Will only be this pitiful mind's apparition.

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Apr 17, 2020

Apr 17, 2020 at 12:35 PM UTC

pulang_syela

Formidable

You and I; we are both formidable But then, like the thin line between its two definitions We both live in each other's opposition You. You always had this grace—this delicateness and feebleness That kind that would make anyone protect you with their lives Not to mention the talent you were blessed at birth The way notes would dance in accord with your fingers—how formidable I. My sight would always give people chills down their spines That kind that would make you either fight or flight With the cold demeanor I was cursed upon birth Like how I would twist the words from my mouth. You. You were everything the world wanted—only more, nothing less Can you see how their eyes would spark upon your descant? You were a living, walking goddess upon mortals And you were the kind of formidable one would stare in awe. I. I was nothing the world wanted—nothing more, only less In how I would see the hatred in their lids at the mention of my name I was the epitome of Lucifer incarnate, disrupting serendipity And I was the kind of formidable everyone would want to be gone. Us. Yes, we are both formidable You elegantly, I grotesquely And the thought of us, meeting even just once Will only be this pitiful mind's apparition.

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I remember the creases of your lips and tongue back then So I write this love song with my paper and pen (And now I'm back at it again) During one hazy road trip, that one night way past ten Even though I don't remember where or when I remember the creases of your lips and tongue back then When I close my eyes, I see you walking ahead With your open hands inviting mine as you led So I write this love song with my paper and pen Your presence felt like that of a thousand men When I feel safe in your arms when my tears have been shed (And now I’m back at it again) Even when you leave the words "I love you" unsaid I feel it when you **** me thoroughly in bed I remember the creases of your lips and tongue back then You kiss your fist before it meets my cheek in counts of ten Where flowers would bloom in violet blue and red So I write this love song with my paper and pen There were nights I'd pray to god as I said "Please, let him be the last one, amen" (And now I’m back at it again) I close my eyes; I see you walking away as you fled Mouthing me words that made my world drop dead I remember the creases of your lips and tongue back then I open my eyes; I cried and teared and pled But you didn't look back even with my legs spread So I write this love song with my paper and pen Tried forgetting you but I loved you more instead I thought I'm already done making you stay inside my head —(And now I’m back at it again)

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Apr 12, 2020

Apr 12, 2020 at 10:27 AM UTC

pulang_syela

This Frail Lover's Lullaby

I remember the creases of your lips and tongue back then So I write this love song with my paper and pen (And now I'm back at it again) During one hazy road trip, that one night way past ten Even though I don't remember where or when I remember the creases of your lips and tongue back then When I close my eyes, I see you walking ahead With your open hands inviting mine as you led So I write this love song with my paper and pen Your presence felt like that of a thousand men When I feel safe in your arms when my tears have been shed (And now I’m back at it again) Even when you leave the words "I love you" unsaid I feel it when you **** me thoroughly in bed I remember the creases of your lips and tongue back then You kiss your fist before it meets my cheek in counts of ten Where flowers would bloom in violet blue and red So I write this love song with my paper and pen There were nights I'd pray to god as I said "Please, let him be the last one, amen" (And now I’m back at it again) I close my eyes; I see you walking away as you fled Mouthing me words that made my world drop dead I remember the creases of your lips and tongue back then I open my eyes; I cried and teared and pled But you didn't look back even with my legs spread So I write this love song with my paper and pen Tried forgetting you but I loved you more instead I thought I'm already done making you stay inside my head —(And now I’m back at it again)

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Secrets of Wysteria flow in the vessels of my brain And so I do not hear, nor comprehend the calling of my thought’s train Vowing to never be held again in constrain Eradicating the rotten fingers pointing to my disdain Muses of bruises, callouses, and roses Excuses the clueless, hung in ruin’s nooses Flagitious tongue sharpens itself with sprawling centipedes Rusted teeth from perilous mandibles bleed as it feeds On the oozing, ****** veins of the wicked ****** as it pleads Maybe these are too much for one’s avaricious needs? Mindful, careful, piercing the syringe of refrain on plump flesh Yeuking as the substance flows on blood so raw and fresh Amid all, the past and future gather in Sheol’s pavilion But missing is the presence of present in emblazing vermillion Yet fleetly missed as the siren descanted her composition Somber statues of ivory pretense witness with volition Saints and snakes tear each other’s throats in a languish cotillion.

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Apr 9, 2020

Apr 9, 2020 at 8:15 AM UTC

pulang_syela

Miss Psychotic's Broken Records

Secrets of Wysteria flow in the vessels of my brain And so I do not hear, nor comprehend the calling of my thought’s train Vowing to never be held again in constrain Eradicating the rotten fingers pointing to my disdain Muses of bruises, callouses, and roses Excuses the clueless, hung in ruin’s nooses Flagitious tongue sharpens itself with sprawling centipedes Rusted teeth from perilous mandibles bleed as it feeds On the oozing, ****** veins of the wicked ****** as it pleads Maybe these are too much for one’s avaricious needs? Mindful, careful, piercing the syringe of refrain on plump flesh Yeuking as the substance flows on blood so raw and fresh Amid all, the past and future gather in Sheol’s pavilion But missing is the presence of present in emblazing vermillion Yet fleetly missed as the siren descanted her composition Somber statues of ivory pretense witness with volition Saints and snakes tear each other’s throats in a languish cotillion.

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Within the promise land of calm and sound Pearls found harbor on coarse, finite-like sand Now whitened by the faces of the drowned ****** by the berserk billows as they stand Willows frown upon the unjust waters Whose surface's frozen in a dreamlike blur Cradling ghostly hollows like coy daughters In tender whispers as always, they were And the world bowed down its head in silence As Lilith raised the rose of thorns in hand "My children hearsed in tombs of violence; my children to be salvaged!" she demand But nevermind the promised neverland —No one ripens from their so-called homeland

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Apr 8, 2020

Apr 8, 2020 at 6:14 AM UTC

pulang_syela

Lilith's Lament

Within the promise land of calm and sound Pearls found harbor on coarse, finite-like sand Now whitened by the faces of the drowned ****** by the berserk billows as they stand Willows frown upon the unjust waters Whose surface's frozen in a dreamlike blur Cradling ghostly hollows like coy daughters In tender whispers as always, they were And the world bowed down its head in silence As Lilith raised the rose of thorns in hand "My children hearsed in tombs of violence; my children to be salvaged!" she demand But nevermind the promised neverland —No one ripens from their so-called homeland

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Embracing the symphonies of midnight Carefully sewn in between silence's guise As salvation from this perilous plight Shallow breaths as they clasp their bent knees tight Crass caprices brim their minds in surmise Embracing the symphonies of midnight Ardent baton flicks to get them just right Quietude, serenity—ode in reprise As salvation from this perilous plight Tinkering bells escorted by dim light Yet shrill shrieking with menacing disguise Embracing the symphonies of midnight Soft, steady beats aloud, to hear I might Lone martyr forgives in between my thighs As salvation from this perilous plight In low weeps, choruses of tears recite Here I stand, dawning upon raven skies Embracing the symphonies of midnight As salvation from this perilous plight

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Apr 7, 2020

Apr 7, 2020 at 6:10 AM UTC

pulang_syela

Midnight's Villanesque

Embracing the symphonies of midnight Carefully sewn in between silence's guise As salvation from this perilous plight Shallow breaths as they clasp their bent knees tight Crass caprices brim their minds in surmise Embracing the symphonies of midnight Ardent baton flicks to get them just right Quietude, serenity—ode in reprise As salvation from this perilous plight Tinkering bells escorted by dim light Yet shrill shrieking with menacing disguise Embracing the symphonies of midnight Soft, steady beats aloud, to hear I might Lone martyr forgives in between my thighs As salvation from this perilous plight In low weeps, choruses of tears recite Here I stand, dawning upon raven skies Embracing the symphonies of midnight As salvation from this perilous plight

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Crisp summer breeze tickle wreaths of May blooms Yellow flats traipse blocks where blue ocean looms Serene waves greet shore's walls in fervent kiss Moon's afterglow brush the scene in pure bliss Fine sand witness time like dateless heirlooms Brine's musk basks nightfall in coastal perfumes Woven foams' calm poise in fond reminisce With each cycle's ending, they go amiss Red heels graze concrete in sultry whispers As the salt-rimmed glass plays in my fingers Gotcha!—my hapless victim for tonight Caught my breath, it only faintly lingers In front I stand, a door with four ciphers "Aphrodite, save me" begins the plight

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Apr 6, 2020

Apr 6, 2020 at 12:04 PM UTC

pulang_syela

A Wanderess' Sonnet

Crisp summer breeze tickle wreaths of May blooms Yellow flats traipse blocks where blue ocean looms Serene waves greet shore's walls in fervent kiss Moon's afterglow brush the scene in pure bliss Fine sand witness time like dateless heirlooms Brine's musk basks nightfall in coastal perfumes Woven foams' calm poise in fond reminisce With each cycle's ending, they go amiss Red heels graze concrete in sultry whispers As the salt-rimmed glass plays in my fingers Gotcha!—my hapless victim for tonight Caught my breath, it only faintly lingers In front I stand, a door with four ciphers "Aphrodite, save me" begins the plight

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Dried-out sweat, tired-out eyes Placards coated in reds and blacks Hair strands wet, vermillion skies Whiteout sneakers underneath slacks Chipping bricks adorned with dusk's glow Soft thuds drown in bustling sidewalks Concrete walls enrobed in guised woes Like calls of Cincinnati clocks Down the path's lead, an alley lies Only known by a few handful An easy shortcut for the wise A definite route for the fool Empty blocks pampered in ruins Grow dahlia shrubs in feeble soil Yet cherished by passing humans As they perceive in gleeful toil Click, clack. Tip, tap. Echoing the narrow pathway Click, clack. Tip, tap. Click, clack. Tip, tap. Reverberating the walkway Gush of summer coldness trickles Playing with thin skin's hair to stand Along evening's hazy drizzles Until lips' beam's closed by a hand Frozen. Motionless. Absolute. Pulsating ears, vibrating fears I, the troubled, straightaway mute Searching for comfort in fresh tears Frigid, sharp blade graze flesh through clothes Algid, rough palms tightened their grip With trembling mouth, whimpers in lows Time's ticking, closer to the tip "How dare you go against!?" he yells His voice falling on deaf pavements Alike encaging prison cells Beneath wretched, worn-out basements Writhed free from his desperate hold Unclasped myself, away I go Yet burly hands grab my shirt's fold On my side, planting the grand blow The night weakens, the knife deepens Meeting downcast eyes as I stare Remorseless, the demon wakens No plans—this petty soul—to spare Deafening shrieks still ring my ears The masses' cries of unjustness Voices crystal clear amid tears Demur of headstrong robustness Earlier's protest fresh in mind Echoing as I reminisced Realized the shrills' suit unfeigned Are screams from my own throat's abyss Away from the hustling streetscape For anyone to hear my plea In desperate crawls to escape He lifts the wood in counts of three Bashed head meet placards to shatter Jagged splinters abrade my face Entwined with rain's pitter-patter To finish me off, just in case Each and every breath nears to none Boulevard of dreams come broken The mist douse this limp body done I take my last, eyes wide open Dried-out life, tired-out cries Pebbles coated in reds and blacks ****** palms rife, obsidian skies Lone witnessed—mum dahlias on cracks.

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Apr 5, 2020

Apr 5, 2020 at 7:14 AM UTC

pulang_syela

Dahlia Alley

Dried-out sweat, tired-out eyes Placards coated in reds and blacks Hair strands wet, vermillion skies Whiteout sneakers underneath slacks Chipping bricks adorned with dusk's glow Soft thuds drown in bustling sidewalks Concrete walls enrobed in guised woes Like calls of Cincinnati clocks Down the path's lead, an alley lies Only known by a few handful An easy shortcut for the wise A definite route for the fool Empty blocks pampered in ruins Grow dahlia shrubs in feeble soil Yet cherished by passing humans As they perceive in gleeful toil Click, clack. Tip, tap. Echoing the narrow pathway Click, clack. Tip, tap. Click, clack. Tip, tap. Reverberating the walkway Gush of summer coldness trickles Playing with thin skin's hair to stand Along evening's hazy drizzles Until lips' beam's closed by a hand Frozen. Motionless. Absolute. Pulsating ears, vibrating fears I, the troubled, straightaway mute Searching for comfort in fresh tears Frigid, sharp blade graze flesh through clothes Algid, rough palms tightened their grip With trembling mouth, whimpers in lows Time's ticking, closer to the tip "How dare you go against!?" he yells His voice falling on deaf pavements Alike encaging prison cells Beneath wretched, worn-out basements Writhed free from his desperate hold Unclasped myself, away I go Yet burly hands grab my shirt's fold On my side, planting the grand blow The night weakens, the knife deepens Meeting downcast eyes as I stare Remorseless, the demon wakens No plans—this petty soul—to spare Deafening shrieks still ring my ears The masses' cries of unjustness Voices crystal clear amid tears Demur of headstrong robustness Earlier's protest fresh in mind Echoing as I reminisced Realized the shrills' suit unfeigned Are screams from my own throat's abyss Away from the hustling streetscape For anyone to hear my plea In desperate crawls to escape He lifts the wood in counts of three Bashed head meet placards to shatter Jagged splinters abrade my face Entwined with rain's pitter-patter To finish me off, just in case Each and every breath nears to none Boulevard of dreams come broken The mist douse this limp body done I take my last, eyes wide open Dried-out life, tired-out cries Pebbles coated in reds and blacks ****** palms rife, obsidian skies Lone witnessed—mum dahlias on cracks.

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