i used to have a candle in a dark room
and words were like moths
they thronged the glow of my flames
in the haunting darkness
that is my mind
ideas used to be like quicksand
once I set foot on the soft surface
it engulfs me whole
taking me to a different place
that is my imagination
i used to have a voice
i used to write in that voice
but i lost it
along with everything else
i didn't know what to do
i used other people's voices
i became a different person
for a piece of literature
i saw the world through the eyes of that person
i wrote in their voice
i lived their life
and i liked it
i didn't want to go back
the candle in my mind was nowhere to be seen
quicksands didn't take me anywhere special
they just made me sink
into darkness
after that
i just stopped writing
i lost my voice
but i have to find a new one
ns
Sep 2, 2017
Sep 2, 2017 at 6:49 AM UTC
The waves brush my toes
to keep me away from the water
The sand tickles my feet,
as the sun falls into deep slumber
The tress groan as its branches and the wind
twirl around each other
All of these happened
as I walk on a beach in a boring afternoon in summer.
The children's feet dropped to a beat
as they stomped through the leaves on the ground,
The trees let the wind blow their leaves off
as they turn from green to brown
The night grow longer and colder
as the moon calls for winter to come
All of these happened
in a peaceful day in autumn.
The Christmas lights blinked
as merrily as the dancing of the icy cold winds
As the sun shies away from the ice covered towns,
the moon grinned
The snow angels sand beautiful songs,
as the lakes and rivers sparkle in glitter,
All of these happened
in a white chilly winter.
The leaves start to grow back
as the trees hummed to a sweet song to the hills,
As the sun cheers and smiles brightly,
the blue sky remained still
The people greet each other on the pavements,
as the new bird harmoniously sings
All of these happened
in a calm and happy morning in spring.
ns
Feb 15, 2017
Feb 15, 2017 at 7:29 AM UTC
Let my tired heart rest
Let me sink into Mother Earth's breast
Touch me with your soft hands
Take my souls to an undiscovered land
Close my eyelids as I struggle to sleep
Sing me a song as the skies weep
Tell me stories of happiness and woe
All this I ask for you to bestow
My souls pleads for eternal peace
To cease the pain of my mind's disease
I cry and beg, 'please, end this now!'
Let us exchange our deadly vows
Death, O Death please come and take me away
This world does not want me hence I can no longer stay
Take me away to an unknown land
Save me from myself by touching me with your soft hand
ns
Feb 12, 2017
Feb 12, 2017 at 10:21 PM UTC
Father, father, please don't go
I have something to tell you that you don't know
I couldn't get past the wires and tubes between me and you
As your life slowly drains out of its colorful hue
Father, father, why did you go?
When all is unfinished and unresolved
I gave you my heart, but you never took it
You gave me life but now it's all crooked
Father, father, how can you leave?
How can we start over when our hearts are bleeding from the pain you weaved
I never told you I have always loved you, as you never did to me
I never told you I have forgiven you for everything you did to me
But father, father, please come back
Cradle me in your arms, mend my heart that you cracked
I want to be a child again, so we can all be fine
I love you, Father, because you were mine.
ns
Feb 9, 2017
Feb 9, 2017 at 12:46 AM UTC
Shake me, rattle me
Take this heart I dearly hold
In an empty vessel of a dark soul I sold
Shake me, rattle me
Do this one thing I propose
As I offer the last symphony to you, I shall compose
Through the darkness, through the night
I whisper wishes to the moonlight
That your shadow, that your light may come to sight
Through the darkness, through the night
A ghost sleeps, it sleeps tight
As humans haunt him in his dreams through the darkness up to daylight
So, shake me, rattle me
Wake me up, wake my poor soul
That of an empty vessel with a heart I dearly hold
And take me away from the darkness, from the night
Wake me up, wake me to the sweet sight of daylight
'Tis be the last symphony for you. I shall.compose
For I am no longer capable of keeping this heart I dearly hold
Through the darkness, through the night
Do this one thing I propose
Take my heart with you for it is now yours to hold
ns
Feb 29, 2016
Feb 29, 2016 at 10:48 PM UTC
Do you remember me?
I am the ghost of your past
The maker of your future
The one that haunts you in the present
Time
ns
Aug 24, 2015
Aug 24, 2015 at 8:48 AM UTC
An infant wrapped in ***** sheets
No heat to warm his soft cheeks
A mother weeps for her mistakes
Clutching the baby tight, trying hard not to break
Absurd thoughts crossed the mother's mind
What harm could happen if she leaves her baby behind?
Never has she wanted to keep him alive
A sin she can easily connive
A night full of guilt and regrets
Things she wishes to forget
If only she was a better mother to him
Everything would have never been so grim
Tonight she shall cross the street
Walk the pavements of melting sleets
Lay the infant down on freezing concrete
Turn her back, a sin she would concede
But guilt twisted her stomach as she walks away
She feels as if her baby calls for her to stay
Conscience compelled her to walk back
To the little angel lying on its back
She picked him up and love confounded her
"How dare I leave this poor angel? I am such a terrible mother!"
She planted a kiss on the baby's face, she then wept for her mistakes
Holding the baby in her embrace, little by little, the heartaches dissipate.
ns
Apr 5, 2015
Apr 5, 2015 at 5:29 AM UTC
Father, father, please come back.
Cradle me in your arms, mend my heart that cracked
Wipe my tears with your strong hands
Keep my soul from being ******
Father, father, please come back
Fill up my heart with love that lacked
Hold my hand and guide my way
This time, father, can you please stay?
Oh my daughter, please forgive me
I am afraid of what has become of me
*I cannot stay with you for I am one of the ******
I have to protect you from becoming what I am
I cannot fill your heart with the love that lacked
For I am only an empty shell that cannot love back
I may not even be able to hold your hand
For I am scared that you will not understand
ns
Mar 3, 2015
Mar 3, 2015 at 11:27 PM UTC
Oh, how cruel a fate it is,
To gain hope from void assumptions,
For it all amounts to horse ****
But nonetheless it curdles ones imaginations.
Guile created from ones own mind.
A goal, impossible to attain yet continue to find.
If love, beith abstraction illusion.
Hope the manifestation of delirium.
Oh, high empryn. What love of pure blessedness can your high ruler endow me with,
But literary devices which are in my usage,
Is simply the context of garbage.
ab
Jan 31, 2015
Jan 31, 2015 at 10:01 AM UTC