Droplets of rain falling on an abandoned umbrella
Mud puddles loved by little children
I look out the window, to our garden, missing that red gumamela
Now withered, like my days, forgotten
Nov 25, 2016
Nov 25, 2016 at 10:10 PM UTC
Words are not enough to express
Our sorrow, our joy, our advices
So here are three roses
For us to commemorate your past successes
Three, we are sad to see you go
The school will miss the love you've shown
The lessons you've taught us, how life's a bow
That we are arrows aiming high, not low
Two, even though you will be far
Know that you have a home, our hearts
We are happy that you were a part
Of our school, you are golden stars
One, we wish you luck
Don't waste time when opportunities knock
Time can be told by a clock
But moments, in our hearts, they are locked
Cherish yours
Words are not enough to express
How much we love you, through worst or best
So before you go, here are three roses
To the Golden ones, see you again
Nov 18, 2016
Nov 18, 2016 at 6:20 AM UTC
I stopped writing in a way that satisfies me
My writings are always hanging, empty
It's like I can't feel it
It *****
Maybe this is a "cool off"
Like how they do in relationships
Or a freaking divorce
I know it will come back someday
But not now
Not anytime soon
I need to take a break
Explore
Find myself
And be able to write again
Nov 14, 2016
Nov 14, 2016 at 5:17 AM UTC
I love a programmer
He is always there making codes
On different ways in order
To show how much he loves you so
There are times when he would
Just throw some complex hints at me
With utmost best I could
Try to find the meaning and see
See that maybe I'm right
With the theory that I have made
And maybe, just maybe
My words rhyme with what's in your head
But sometimes I want to
Just let go and then erase it
Sometimes I want you to
Be brave enough to just admit
That I'm something to you
Not a computer you play with
That your feelings are true
There's no condition that you need
I am afraid to feel
The tragic end of a sonnet
Where two lovers for real
Are mere strangers who'll never ever meet
Jul 7, 2016
Jul 7, 2016 at 6:17 AM UTC
It was a few days ago
The last time you touched my hair
I ignored it and told myself
"Doesn't really matter"
My grades were failing
I was not able to cope up
Prom was nearing
And no boy nor friends came up
Those were dark days Gran
I can barely recognize who I am
You told me that everything will get better
You told me I'm stronger than Mom
I can still remember
The last sweater you knitted
The last movie we watched
The last food you heated
You were there for me
When my friends left
When Luke and I broke up
The night I cried, you sang and I slept
Those were the good in the bad Gran
But now, you have to go
And I was not there for you
I was busy with myself, I did not know
I came home with the usual routine
Called you while the house is still dark
No answer
I placed my shoes under the rack
I saw you
On the floor
Sleeping
For what seems like forever
I think that was the first time
I got worried about you
It is also the last time
I would ever be able to
You stayed in the hospital for weeks
I went to school because I need to pass
Focusing was a hard task
I should be by your side, I must
The skies were gray above the sea of black
Everyone was crying
Saying "she was the nicest"
"You were lucky to have her when she was still breathing"
I took you for granted
I never appreciated the small things you did
I was always looking for something far away
When all this time, you were all that I needed
In this house, I'm haunted by memories of you
Cooking, cleaning, knitting, watching
The feeling never abandoned me
Constantly there, reminding
That I should treat everything like it would be the last
Cherish moments while we're alive
Because once we stop breathing, we will become a memory
And we can never bring it back
I miss you Gran
×
Apr 7, 2016
Apr 7, 2016 at 4:09 AM UTC
What is life without color?
Just a blank paper, blown away by the wind
Without any story to tell
Without glory to share
And here, thy painter of might
Came swiftly by the night
A name not so familiar
A shadow never seen
This is a painter
Coming forth to art
These works he creates
are of truth and the heart
Many are like him
With a brush and a pen
But each one is unique
Their success? We cannot tell when
Bring out the paint
that you have been hiding
Fill the paper with wonderful colors
This is your painting
And you can only experience it once
That is a proof of your adventure
Resting at last
A once mighty painter
Jan 11, 2016
Jan 11, 2016 at 6:03 AM UTC
I think it's been a while
Since the day it seemed to be over
And above all the sadness that piled
I still can't believe you did not say goodbye
No notes, no goodbyes
No notes to tell me that it is a lie
That I should not believe you will come back
That I should not listen to the same old soundtrack
Not a single word to remind me that it is gone
To remind me that you have already moved on
To remind me how stupid I was to trust you
You left me hanging
You left me
Without a word
Without a clue
Hanging
Nov 21, 2015
Nov 21, 2015 at 3:40 AM UTC
Dear You,
It was in your eyes, the color of bravery
The look that tells you, "I am capable"
But I am not
It was in your heart, the art of never letting go
The type of person that is willing to soar
But I am not
I am afraid
Too afraid to talk to you and feel your embrace
Because any second might be the last
And I cannot handle that
I am sorry
For being a coward
For being selfish
For being broken
For being me
From,
Aphraeyd
Nov 6, 2015
Nov 6, 2015 at 6:23 AM UTC
♦
On the 22nd day, 10:22 in the evening
Who would have thought that out of a billion
I'm in your mind
And you're in mine
Who would have thought that?
If we, ourselves, do not even realize it
♦
Nov 5, 2015
Nov 5, 2015 at 8:28 AM UTC