from strangers to friends
Friends who talk till their eyes close shut
Friends who laugh till the sun comes out
Friends who cry together till the blue jays wake up
Friends.
Friends.
Friends.
nobody sees it
but it's clear as day
no;
just Friends
Mar 19, 2022
Mar 19, 2022 at 4:01 PM UTC
Love
is not
blind.
People are.
those who could not love
are those who could not find
balance
between
their minds
and
their hearts
it is all in the eye of the beholder
it only matters
whether we choose to see it
or not.
Apr 26, 2019
Apr 26, 2019 at 9:44 AM UTC
isn't it wonderful
how a heart can be broken
over and over
and still have power to love.
Mar 17, 2019
Mar 17, 2019 at 10:45 AM UTC
7 billion realities
each of us consumed in own own
living in the comfort of our cubicles
playing out our stories
day by day
living so small
in such an infinite universe
7 billion lives
fighting to survive
in this mysterious, vague cycle we label as life
we only see our own perceptions
believe our own deceptions
we all strive for perfection
when perfection doesn't exist.
it is an abstract concept created by man himself
this seed of "idealism" planted into the mind of society
eats away at the purity of the innocence a child is born with
we do not live in a utopia
neither an apocalypse
but in a perfectly imperfect balance
an equilibrium of the two
but we fail to achieve harmony
to find peace
we fail to come together in unity
there are humans but no humanity
all scavenging for scraps of sanity
in a world of madness
in a deranged realm of hunger and greed
in this ephemeral illusion
which will one day cease to exist
where are the lost souls that wish to be found?
where are the voices, that wish to be heard?
where is the love that can stretch beyond the seas and the skies?
where is the good in the power of mankind?
and so I ask, in the name of the people
where are the people?
Feb 3, 2019
Feb 3, 2019 at 7:13 AM UTC
A paradox they are,
pleasure and pain.
interconnected;
one cannot exist
without the other.
Feelings, transient
you cannot feel love forever
you cannot feel anger
or sadness,
forever.
You cannot immortalize emotions
they'll fade away
but what won't is our memories
those will stay
But happiness is temporary
and temporary, is what I had with you.
Jan 21, 2019
Jan 21, 2019 at 11:49 AM UTC
Here's something about moving on
It isn't pretending the other person doesn't exist
It isn't wiping out the memories
or deleting pictures and chats
that's too easy
It is in acknowledging their existence
being able to see them
hear their voice
look them in the eyes
and still feel nothing
neither love nor anger, not even sadness...
just nothing
It is in being able to still smile when thinking of the memories
and merely appreciate those moments
and regret not even a minute of it
because they were special
and taught you so much
It is in being able to face that person
and think "I don't want this anymore"
That's when you can truly say
that you have genuinely moved on
Jan 20, 2019
Jan 20, 2019 at 2:49 PM UTC
all was calm
the air was still, undisturbed
but there came your voice
disrupting the peace
your scent, detonating
a mysterious magnetism
drew me closer and closer to you
yet pushed you farther and farther from me
I further fall, deep
like my pain, buried inside this broken soul
to hide the woes and heartache
while your fuse gets shorter
as time burns
impatience seizes your mind
I tried to preserve it, and make it last
but the bomb has set off
and there I lay on the shattered floor
trying to revive cold corpses
knowing they're dead
but still, hopelessly
looking for that one person
who I can call "home"
Jan 15, 2019
Jan 15, 2019 at 5:41 PM UTC
*Never fall in love with a poet
for their words are sometimes lies
on occasions they're a shield
on occasions a disguise
They will take you on a journey
upon which they bare their soul
in a bid to ease your burdens
in a bid to make you whole
But in every word they choose
for the stories that they tell
lies a little piece of heaven
and a little piece of hell
Tormented souls we poets are
sometimes quite broken and despaired
in search of lost expressions
missed by others who once cared
Never fall in love with a poet
unless you're prepared to share their pain
to hold them close on the darkest nights
over and again*
Jan 14, 2019
Jan 14, 2019 at 2:51 PM UTC
Your love is situational.
My love is unconditional.
You knew it.
Still know it.
Nov 20, 2018
Nov 20, 2018 at 1:44 AM UTC
It is in that golden beautiful moment,
when all is perfect.
Driving in a car without a care in the world
you and your lover.
Breathtaking city lights
The wind in our hair
Time slows down until it stops
Suddenly
we are in the middle of no where
just you and I
In the darkness
surrounded by the stars
getting lost into each other's eyes
brown so dark its black, pulling me in
your black soft hair
your creamy skin
your perfect eyebrows
your cute pointy nose
it all screams perfection
as if God took his time with you
perfectly drew you
with his paintbrush on his canvass
Then we finally meet halfway
our lips intertwine
in that very moment
we will feel at peace
living fully yet dead in each others arms
quiet but our love screams pure
our love so genuine
unconditional
After that moment, we face reality
you are leaving at 18 to the US
leaving me broken
taking half of me with you
We cant have what we want most
each other.
The perks of feeling everything so deeply
I get to cherish the moments
take in every feeling every impulse
engrave it in my soul
make it part of me
make it special
like you
the perks of playing with words
the perks of commanding ink onto paper
the perks of being soft, a kind heart
the perks of being a wallflower
Oct 14, 2018
Oct 14, 2018 at 11:37 PM UTC