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
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
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
Writing poetry for myself
That can made me cry
No raised eyebrows around
When the reasons are
Beautiful words of a poem
It felt good to cry with them
Tears that can wash away
The pain only sad heart keeps
Makes you softie to the core
**** that relatable poem
For they're the only thing
That said you're not alone
The world would read poems
Can't help but love them or
Hate them forevermore.
Jan 12, 2017
Jan 12, 2017 at 12:16 PM UTC
Give me a kiss that can weaken my knees
The one that makes my inside turns hot to liquid fire
Those kisses that can make you forget where you are
That abandon feeling of decency just to have one kiss
Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 11:45 AM UTC
The sway of my hips to the tune only us can hear
Your moves that goes with the rhythm of our body
Ignites fire, now hold my hand and kiss me.
Oct 14, 2016
Oct 14, 2016 at 7:33 AM UTC
With the moon on my side
You'll wish darkness embrace you
As the sun on your side
I wish you shine on me
Let your lips be the moon that
Will put me to sleep...
~ RuNe
Oct 8, 2016
Oct 8, 2016 at 8:43 AM UTC