Don't worry, love,
I know those gates of stone
stand firmly
to guard the most precious parts
of your soul.
I am not here like the others;
not as a warrior
planning a siege
or a strategist
plotting to knock them down.
I respect your walls too much.
You have fought in more wars
than most;
you have been betrayed by more loves
than most could survive -
your walls are the result
of your scars.
So here I stand before you,
my weapons laid down,
my intentions spread out before the Sun,
with nothing in my hands
but open palms,
asking you
to let me in.
Show me, love,
all those terrible,
beautiful
wild flowers
growing in your garden -
I want to do nothing
but paint them to remember,
and carry their fallen petals
safely in my heart.
Open up to me, please,
my love -
I am already yours.
Jul 18, 2017
Jul 18, 2017 at 4:04 AM UTC
Sun is different today
It's blazing rays of light
Hurts me **** much
That I started to hate
Seeing it now a days
Used to loved the rays
That touches my skin
But now it burns
Not minding how it hurts
Torturous every time
Used to help grow things
But now it kills
Not sure what to do
Confused all over again, maybe
Just maybe, it's not the sun
But that caused it
That's killing....
Maybe it's me...
Maybe it's me...
Maybe ...
Jun 29, 2017
Jun 29, 2017 at 6:45 AM UTC
Are you happy?
Are you happy with me?
Because my thought haunts me
That probably somewhere
There is someone else who could makes you happier than I do
And it terrifies me
I can not promise you today
I can not promise you tomorrow
All I know is...
That when our hearts attached to each other
And our hands holding one another
We could survive the storms together
And anchored in the beautiful islands
Like we always do for thousand of days
Last night I saw you sleeping
Were you dreaming of our dreams?
Discovering our fine days
Looking at the blue sky
Laying on the field of daisies
Because I am dreaming too
On a starry night
Laying on the beach with you
Kissing under the shining milkyway
Jun 11, 2017
Jun 11, 2017 at 4:05 AM UTC
Panicking in my mind
Seated in my dark corner
My heart beating so fast
Thoughts running around
Smoking at the rooftop
Slowly ******* the air in
Blowing the smokes out
Seeing vision passes by
Drinking with the darkness
Slowed sip from my glass
Sweat trickle down my back
Time stops, feeling numb
Tears falling down my face
Constricting pain in my heart
Sounds coming out in my lips
Body uncontrollably shaking
My life passes by in front of me
Wasted years of loving you
Why do I feel you hated me?
What is wrong with me?
Sobbing like a lost child
Feeling alone and afraid
Hated myself much more
Closing my eyes to sleep
Jun 7, 2017
Jun 7, 2017 at 9:02 PM UTC
Five o'clock in the morning when
Sun rises looking at the waiting
Moon as his rays hide the glow.
Morning came the summer time,
Flowers bloom with morning dews,
Buzzing bees harvest honey dews.
Six o'clock in the evening when the
Moon shines, a brief caress to the
Sun before it blends with darkness.
Creatures of the night start to awaken,
Fruit bats flying out from their caves,
Fruits bearing trees for their buffet.
Wind brings to me in this dark corner
The scent of the night's flowers and
The sounds of the howling wolf.
May 18, 2017
May 18, 2017 at 11:29 PM UTC
In every pencils that
I have used to draw lines,
in different colors and
in different hue,
different it maybe but
what a beautiful
combination they are
when together as one.
In every water color
I have used to draw,
when I was young.
The canvas got messy and
looks useless.
When they dried up
they come alive, and
it becomes a new life.
In every brush strokes of
colors that touches my life.
It made me laugh,
it made me cry,
it even made me mad but
I am thankful for touching
my life at least I know
I'm still alive.
In every charcoal I've tried,
all I did was to mess
things up on canvas,
but my sister told me
to keep trying.
I tried and tried but
I think I have to stop now.
I'm tired.
Feb 1, 2017
Feb 1, 2017 at 10:07 PM UTC
while walking through the park on a summers night
suddenly i saw a light so very bright
i walked a little closer to see what it could be
there i saw an angel there in front of me
she had great big wings with a bright halo
and a gown of white that gave off such a glow.
she had a golden harp and she began to play
i sat there and listened as she played away
a lovely melody playing there for me
made me feel so calm made me feel so free
when she finished playing she began to fly
to her angel home high up in the sky
i wont forget the angel and the song she played for me
its in my heart forever and my memory
Feb 1, 2017
Feb 1, 2017 at 3:22 PM UTC
When I was young,
I'm afraid to draw in
a white canvas.
Afraid to smear dirt on it.
Afraid to even try to draw a line.
Afraid, just afraid.
When I got brave
enough to draw a line.
I tried to draw at the back of
every calendar leaves that
my Mom tears down.
Afraid, still afraid.
When I got old enough
to be adventurous in life.
I bought pencils,
colored ones to try putting
colors in my drawings.
Afraid, very afraid.
Until One day,
I don't want to
draw anymore.
Not even a line.
Not even a dot.
I got broken.
Feb 1, 2017
Feb 1, 2017 at 11:51 AM UTC
-
The moon is full
The moon is bright
A faeries kiss
An orb of light
That means she's happy
She laughs her grey
Into the shadows
Where they lay
The moon is sad
Her light then aches
Tears like sequins
Shine from lakes
Though the stars
Covet them much
They are jewels
That can't be touched
Moon will be strange
Weird phosphorus
Behind thick clouds
She glows for us
Moon is fickle
She changes oft
She can be harsh
She can be soft
She's allowed
To take such flight
*She is the ruler
Of the night*
SoulSurvivor
(C) 1/18/2017
Jan 19, 2017
Jan 19, 2017 at 8:34 AM UTC