"He doesn't want to be called king
Because he believes that he isn't.
He used to be on war,
Liquor are not his thing rather
Sword and armor are what he always bring.
He isn't the light of salvation,
But he is more like a realization;
That we don't need those knights,
We must be brave enough
To face scratches and wounds
That he believes is a sign of strength.
Annihilate, yet he condemned war.
He is more like a hero,
Helping and healing innocent people
That has a blood of the rivals.
He fight but he valued life.
My war is for the fame and fortune
While his was for peace between life and death.
He will be praised by his bravery
While I will be nothing but an ordinary."
"You isn't much fit for being a fisher, mister." A boy said.
"But the hero doesn't come back to the kingdom. He is right infront of you. Forsooth, defeated."
Dec 20, 2017
Dec 20, 2017 at 5:37 PM UTC
Let these words
Be an extension
Of my soul
Because I'm over committed
To Being
An Existentialist
And my existence
Is far beyond
Just existing
Oct 19, 2017
Oct 19, 2017 at 10:27 PM UTC
If some of you are wondering
why other girls are still quietly single.
Is it because they are finding self-love first
and want to completely throw self-hate.
They want to find the real love
than to found love that is fake.
They just want to focus on their own self
that actually needs help.
A help that can fix it all and
building the heart strong for she ever fall.
Aug 14, 2017
Aug 14, 2017 at 7:42 PM UTC
Ink spilled.
Memoirs written.
Crestfallen story.
Sad soul.
Gone poetry.
Aug 14, 2017
Aug 14, 2017 at 7:40 PM UTC
As I drifted to the sea,
Full of chaotic ambiance.
Sad part of the world,
Untold screams it holds.
Words swim in my head.
Wave thoughts as I tried to swim back.
Pulling me down, trapping me,
Slowly making thoughts diluted.
Ended a flood on the pages.
Aug 14, 2017
Aug 14, 2017 at 7:39 PM UTC
Fetching looks, wondrous eyes that is sparkling
Pointed nose, beguiling red lips, nice body shape
Fair complexion, felicitous combination of all edges
Equals a beautiful masterpiece
Others are being left unspoken
Crying, asking low themselves why they do not have
those kind of comely outside being
We are just truly wearing an aesthetic veneer
By these, equality and peace are nowhere
Arguing, being divided by this tranquil cause
By this tranquil vile skin of ours.
Aug 2, 2017
Aug 2, 2017 at 6:17 AM UTC