Words spinning around
I'm now in the labyrinth of my head
reminiscing my first kiss with whom I barely know
in her room half naked
She says nothing, but her thought are as if they're hand in hand to mine
electrocuting every fibre of my body
I feel hazy about the times I spent with her,
yet I vividly remember every words she had spoken
She now speaks bout a little river she used to go with her first love, but when will she tell me the words?
I see now, I see that her fire was put out
Jul 18, 2018
Jul 18, 2018 at 1:39 PM UTC
As the sun beams creep under my skin
this unfrequented place
to find some ease
- ease to the body some, -
trembles to the beat
unknown
Time past, and
what once I was and what am now
has given birth to
a long lost youth
who's bound to
be ascended
in all flames
at once
at last
from Heaven foretold
twice by an Angel,
who once trapped and caught
Jun 7, 2015
Jun 7, 2015 at 6:54 AM UTC
She's constantly trying
to communicate something incommunicable,
to explain something inexplicable,
to tell about something
she feels every day,
only to make her
vanish
into the labyrinth of her thoughts
endlessly
yet she's a communicator
who shares every trifles of her moments
with clouds above
May 29, 2015
May 29, 2015 at 7:40 AM UTC
Those lights
that guide you home and ignite your bones
are
something inherently valuable
but
being a misfit
has been told you
that you tend to be wrong
It also told you
that those lights never easy to find
but
they never gets lost
once they're found
Now
they are
the one that got away.
May 29, 2015
May 29, 2015 at 7:29 AM UTC
I have seen roses bloomed,
red and white,
but no such roses see I her in her eyes
and in some perfumes is there more delight
If snow be white
yellow neon lights grow on her
If the moon smiled the horizon sits on me
like wuthering heights,
titled and shifted,
a series of promises steps forward
Weighing the pale sky with a transparent colour
I've found myself with my head
possessed by an inhuman hunger
to a girl with the enigmatic mind,
affixed to mine
I can feel it trying
to funnel my heart thro'
bending back and forth
only to make a space,
a sense of solitary absence,
unwarmed by the sweet air drove by her o'mouth
and it keeps swinging around
It fled through my fingers the hollow leans on me
wi' thy gone.
Apr 22, 2015
Apr 22, 2015 at 8:40 PM UTC
She is of the opinion that the way to get out
of feeling stuck or dragged in life is
to turn off all lights off in her room
and ****** Fall Out Boy songs
by playing on repeat.
She glows
when silence becomes as a whole
and fritters away every morning;
the hues and harmonies
of unfrequented places
floating
The foretold stories of her hums
to her heartbeat
as to sync with her departed smile
it seems to move such a scope
for hope
from Clouds of Atlas
only to cauterise all in flames.
Time past,
and comes last in sight
when she is at ease
and those unseen awful thoughts in her mind
wane away
Her body stumbles and her words fumble
like life and fear equal shadows
of used things-
Doubt,
that she is.
Feb 15, 2015
Feb 15, 2015 at 11:20 PM UTC
In an ocean of thoughts
I gasped for my last breath.
I was a dead city then
and I am a city of brisk air now.
In a matter of fact,
I'm ascending
to be someone else.
I was a runaway girl in light clothes
and cigarettes was the thought that I cling to
but I started caring about you and it all became a dust of ashes
just like everything else turned to shy.
Feb 9, 2015
Feb 9, 2015 at 9:20 AM UTC
when mad girls are gone singing love songs
a lonely lass
whose eyes and lips dead shut
lost in a big fat gigantic mess
she lit a cigarette up and all is born again
to put up with the thing she's done
to remind her of who she was
and to take her mind off
like an ocean takes the ***** sands
like an empty bottle takes the rain
like an nuclear bomb takes clear air
like the scars takes time to heal
the world seems to drop dead
mad girls are gone to hit the road
a swift wind from the barley caresses her body
all the stars go waltzing out in black and white
and all the odds left within
Nov 8, 2014
Nov 8, 2014 at 1:48 PM UTC
with the right touch of shyness
and kindness
that rushes through my brain
as well as your brain
we found each other
nothing seems to be impossible
every night
before i go to sleep
i ask myself
why the hesitation
what paused me to be loved?
that kind of synchronicity
if it exists
between two hearts
why "what-ifs" and tons of question marks?
if there's anything left
it's an uncanny complicity
of ecstasy
in my bloodstream
cause i have two palpitating hearts
cause i took yours in me.
Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 3:07 PM UTC
"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)"
Oct 12, 2014
Oct 12, 2014 at 7:20 AM UTC