sunkenskies
Sometimes I write poems, but most of the times I like to write. I know it defeats the purpose of this website but I feel like this is the next best platform to share my ideas. Plots that pop up in my mind randomly, maybe at 3 in the morning or perhaps it could be in the late afternoon. God knows what goes through my brain.
maybe i don’t like you
maybe i like the idea of liking you
maybe i don’t like being lonely
maybe i like being alone
you see it’s hard for me
it’s hard to know what i feel
because what else can you expect
from someone who doesn’t
f e e l a n y t h i n g
having a heart keeps you alive
but it doesn’t make you feel alive
i can’t tell you what anger feels like
i can only tell you what it sounds like
i can’t tell you what sadness feels like
i can only tell you their signs
i can’t tell you what happiness looks like
i can only tell you it doesnt last
i see the world in colours
they tell me what that person is feeling
they tell me who that person is
they tell me the secrets they hold
but i can’t tell you how it feels like
because i can’t feel
i can’t feel
i can’t feel
i can’t feel
but why do i feel something
when i think of you?
Jan 29, 2018
Jan 29, 2018 at 11:00 AM UTC
Do you think about me every day?
Am I always on your mind?
Each night do you kneel and pray
For one day me to find?
Do you wonder if I look like you,
Have your personality?
If I like the same things you do?
Or if we differ completely?
Do you search for me in others faces
Certain that you will know me?
Do you love going to new places
Hoping there is where I will be?
Do you constantly worry about me?
Wonder how my life has been?
Does your heart ache longingly
For a life that might have been?
Do you worry that you may never
get the opportunity to know me?
That we should be apart forever?
That my face you may never see?
Do you have difficulty coping?
Have a yearning that never goes away?
Do you never give up hoping
That we will find each other someday?
Do you feel a painful gaping void?
That you are somehow incomplete?
Do you feel a longing deep inside
For the day we eventually meet?
Do you question why we had to part?
Worry I may have forgotten you?
I hope the answer is yes with all my heart
For these are all the things I do.
Apr 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015 at 12:36 PM UTC
Another minute goes by and I'm not thinking about your
eyes
lips
hair
nose
hands
heart
soul.
Maybe it's because I have left the prison I built for myself,
or it's probably due to the fact that I have seen galaxies in the eyes of another.
I don't need you anymore;
you're just a ghost in the background,
an insubstantial space in my garden that will never bear flowers.
Apr 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015 at 12:36 PM UTC
the mirror is my enemy
my body is a vessel
my soul has blackened the tender parts of my mind
and imprinted on the exterior
i couldnt help but stare
at my reflection and feel
nothing but hatred and anger
knowing that; i emptied myself
i hate it
i hate my vessel
Aug 22, 2014
Aug 22, 2014 at 7:47 AM UTC
it's funny how a person's scent continues to linger
even though they haven't been around for ages
or maybe worn that shirt you still keep
at the bottom of your wardrobe
it's sad that after all this time,
i still remember the way you smiled
every time you laugh,
your eyes crinkle up and your laughter propagates
filling the emptiness inside of me
maybe it's my fault
that i've invited you in
and allowed you to build a home for yourself
i can't let you go
but at the same time i can't wait
to kick you out
Aug 1, 2014
Aug 1, 2014 at 12:36 PM UTC
there are days where I feel pointless,
even a bit sad that my poems are
merely a drop in a vast ocean of
thoughts and expressions
why bother writing and sharing?
I sometimes feel insignificant,
and compare myself to others
and feel like I fall short.
there will always be people who write more clearly,
more beautifully with clear imagery,
but none writes like me.
I write, because I must.
sometimes the words build up inside of me,
and if I don't let it out it will slowly eat me up from the inside.
I write and share, because even though my words are like a drop
in a vast sea, at least like water I am connected to others by sharing a little snap shot of my life, thoughts and feelings.
I write, because it reminds me that I am worthy and loved enough to allow the beautiful act of creation to work within
me.
I am part of the process of life, I am part of the whole, I am part of the "We."
I am not alone.
Aug 1, 2014
Aug 1, 2014 at 12:31 PM UTC
i've learnt
how fragile the human mind can be
it shatters at a single thought
but strengthens when threatened
i've realised
how easier it is to breathe
without you occupying my thoughts
and intoxicating my lungs
with your scent
i've missed it so
i've accepted
that i could never be wholesome enough
for you to love
that you could never open up
to the poison laced between my words
we are worlds apart
and i'm slowly pulling myself together
to acknowledge that we'll always stay that way
Jun 14, 2014
Jun 14, 2014 at 9:53 AM UTC
i'm such an idiot
i chased around,
trying to catch the brightest star
when i already had the world in my palms
if i could measure the amount of how sorry i feel,
even the boundaries of space wouldn't be enough
i regret being so blind
that i couldn't see my fingers in front of me
i don't deserve you
but if you choose to give me one more chance,
i wouldn't waste it
you are the only thing that matters right now,
and i don't want to lose the main reason why i'm trying everyday to get better
May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 9:46 AM UTC
i've watched the way the sun kisses the earth,
early in the morning.
i've seen the way waves embrace
the shoreline like an old forgotten lover.
i've witnessed how words,
could break a person.
i've experienced the way,
the light went out from your eyes
and i've understood the real meaning
of what it feels like
to be hollow.
May 1, 2014
May 1, 2014 at 7:53 AM UTC