and she made me believe she loved me
when she only loved the thought of me
not my entire being, partly my presence
for if she did,
I would be writing diary entries
of bliss and ecstasy
and not short poems
of misery
Mar 1, 2018
Mar 1, 2018 at 12:38 PM UTC
anxiety kills.
it's more dangerous and lethal
than bullets, knives
for these can only
hurt you, damage you externally
but anxiety
penetrates, spreads
from the inside.
Nov 18, 2016
Nov 18, 2016 at 1:49 AM UTC
The sky cries.
Its tears fell on my head.
The emptiness i felt.
No words could be said
for I was mute and my heart
was torn into pieces.
The greyness of the clouds
reflected my soul
which was dark
and was everything but whole.
Colourless 'twas
but the greyness of grey
and blackness of black
were visible.
Mine heart was crushed
and torn to several pieces.
They scattered into the abyss.
Mine heart was wrinkled and the creases
were visible.
The leaves I came across
were fragile, easily torn
like my being so used,
so worn out,
from crying and longing
for mirth and liberty.
Everything I had
slipped through my fingers.
Easily, they left and were gone.
But not everything left me.
My fears and doubts were still there.
Accompanying me as I walk
down this dark tunnel.
No source of light.
I couldn't see anything but darkness.
So long, the tunnel was.
Never-ending, the path was.
With every step I took,
my heart screamed,
my legs throbbed.
I breathe in and out
but poison entered my lungs
for I feel sick and dizzy
with all the breathing.
It didn't help me
and made me feel worse.
A streak of light, I could see.
As I approached it,
emanating from the opposite end,
a cool breeze swept through me.
The smell of rain wafted.
I remembered it all.
The reason why I was
in deep lament.
For these thoughts shalt not leave me, impossible to banish.
The reason why I wanted
to vanish.
The smell of rain,
the smell of humidity,
took me back.
I was transported into the past
like a wheel, spinning fast
before my very eyes.
The light neared me.
With much anticipation,
I approached it,
and the last thing I could remember
was the smell of rain.
Oct 24, 2016
Oct 24, 2016 at 9:14 AM UTC
sometimes i weep
before i sleep
scary thoughts, they peep
oftentimes, they creep
instead of counting sheep
counting monsters that leap
scars are deep
no choice but keep
Jul 6, 2016
Jul 6, 2016 at 11:02 AM UTC
do not trust
do not expect
because betrayal is all you get.
it's okay to sob
it's okay to cry
after all, it was worth a try.
you will smile
you will laugh
have fun 'till you've had enough
be cold
be strong
because being yourself is never wrong.
May 24, 2016
May 24, 2016 at 11:18 AM UTC
solitude is my remedy
the outside world is poison
it contaminates my thoughts
it soils my hopes
there is no freedom
there is no happiness
that's why i prefer my little sanctuary
to that enormous place...
where it offers nothing but the feeling of loneliness
i am not a part of it and never will be
May 24, 2016
May 24, 2016 at 10:48 AM UTC
the night sky
reflected my own soul
which was dark
the luminescent stars
reminded me of my small hopes
which were long gone
even a million stars
couldn't even light up the whole sky
without the moon...
May 24, 2016
May 24, 2016 at 10:38 AM UTC
Sad thoughts swimming
like fish in the sea
in my mind they inhabit
they stay and roam with me
They're my company
in solitude and downs
like clowns comforting children
with ugly faces and frowns
I tried to shake them away
for I feel hopeless and forlorn
"It's not that easy", they say.
"We're better left alone."
May 18, 2016
May 18, 2016 at 6:47 AM UTC
I was walking in a dark forest
I was crying softly, looked down below
hugging myself tightly
when it began to snow
Puzzled I was, because it's the middle of June
I stopped crying and looked up at the sky
It was indeed snowing
I started walking and thinking "but how and why?"
As I took fast paced steps, I noticed the leaves, brown and fragile
it suddenly turned autumn
leaves were falling everywhere
how so? I could not fathom
When I finally reached the end of the darkness
it suddenly turned hot and warm
I wasn't just puzzled, I was confused
the sun was smiling, with its grace and charm
May 15, 2016
May 15, 2016 at 1:45 AM UTC
the world isn't cruel by far
its inhabitants are
for they can pierce a soul
can pierce something whole
my heart's bleeding
blood's pouring
it has been struck by words
words as sharp as a sword
so i bid farewell
from my old, lonely cell
for i'm about to fly
time for me to say goodbye
May 15, 2016
May 15, 2016 at 1:20 AM UTC