Shaggy,
messy,
a bit of nerdy;
Ones who write poetry.
(March 2016)
May 18
May 18, 2026 at 6:21 AM UTC
*
(when I lost you)
Only I cried
Instead committing suicide
*
(Mar 2016)
Mar 30, 2017
Mar 30, 2017 at 4:55 AM UTC
*
You're
The Mighty Poet's
masterpiece;
rhyming tranquility to my heart
*
(Mar 2016)
Nov 28, 2016
Nov 28, 2016 at 11:59 PM UTC
…
I'd be one
You read out loud
All day night
…
(Mar 2016)
Nov 28, 2016
Nov 28, 2016 at 9:52 PM UTC
In my world
Is all things bright and beautiful
Even ugliness
Nov 28, 2016
Nov 28, 2016 at 9:40 PM UTC
*
Wonder
Being son or daughter
I don't know it either
But, sure
It will bring me lot of laughter
In my life till forever
Thanks for having me, lover
Glad that you're getting closer
Once you coming over
You'll be the one I cover
When you're growing bigger
I'll be so much happier
If dad throws his temper
I'll give you a day of pamper
When day's getting tougher
I'll hug you at whenever
I'll be there in wherever
I'll love you for whatever
To him or her
Who calls me mother
See you sooner!
*
(2016)
Aug 31, 2016
Aug 31, 2016 at 7:35 PM UTC
Like a fetus
Asleep in ******
A living dormancy
Awaits for its democracy
A spirit of a lotus
Resides in a hiatus
A divine treaty
Delivers an eternity
(2016)
Aug 31, 2016
Aug 31, 2016 at 6:12 AM UTC
If my heart could speak
She would cry instead of saying
For the too much pain she endured
Of the aching illness you've tortured
If my heart could walk
She would run instead of stepping
For she is about to escape her shadow
Of her past memory makes the life hollow
If my heart could swim
She would sink instead of floating
For she is out of power and energy
Of suffocated by day and night stormy
If my heart could climb
She would collapse instead of clinging
For her spirit is conciously to pound
Of the grotesque sore stitches and wound
If my heart could sing
She would scream instead of rhyming
For she has strayed beautiful melodies
Of her broken notes and torn voices
If my heart could fight
She would combat instead of beating
For she lost her soul and dignity
Of the love becomes her biggest enemy
(June 2016)
Jun 13, 2016
Jun 13, 2016 at 10:16 AM UTC
I miss the time
When I had to fall
Only the body felt aching
Not to involve the love of mine
I miss the time
That I only broke my arm
When there's nothing to do
With heart or mind
I miss the time
When I had bunch of candies
Better way of possessing the sweets
Rather than receiving promises
I miss the time
When I lost mine
Teeth would be the ones
Not a number of people's gones
I miss the time
When everything was simple
All the memory was fun
Like my childhood time
I miss the time
Of my old times
Wondering sometime
Again, it comes
(June 2016)
Jun 2, 2016
Jun 2, 2016 at 8:35 AM UTC
If I had to describe myself as colour
Transcolour, is what I want to be
If I had to explain what it is like
Transcolour, the hue is transparent
If I had the brush to paint it on canvas
Transcolour, no stroke nor stain are seen
If I had let you know its power
Transcolour, reflected ray dispersed a rainbow
If I had right choosing desired pigment
Transcolour, I wish I am as me
(May 2016)
May 31, 2016
May 31, 2016 at 10:29 AM UTC