"In this wold,
we are just words.
And we need space
to be understood."
Jul 21, 2016
Jul 21, 2016 at 9:19 AM UTC
When all the love is pure,
when your hope and faith is full,
when the ocean isn't pulling back,
the setting sun is yours to touch.
When lips would wake you up
and lips would bid good night--
fall as a fog into the gloomy woods
for your love knows no sun and moon.
When the storm is just a whisper
and the weather is just a news--
you are the burn and the shiver
between his pillows and sheets.
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When all of these had faded fast
I'll remember you as my first and last.
Jul 21, 2016
Jul 21, 2016 at 9:19 AM UTC
"We roam the cities of yesterday
every time we wake up for
tomorrow's morning
just to find out that our souls
are lost somewhere between
the fading sun and the rising night."
Jun 30, 2016
Jun 30, 2016 at 9:14 AM UTC
Every **** night, I wake up here--
under the sheets of the stars
and the smoke of burning glaciers;
where the world chases me
through doors and hanging cliffs.
I run miles in repeat undoubtedly
like I am meant to, but I'm not.
But am I really meant to?
Every **** night, I am clouded
with the lullaby of fears,
fading lives, and cries of demons.
Every **** night, I wake up here--
from counting sheep each night
to fall to waking up
in a dream of killing of oneself.
Jun 30, 2016
Jun 30, 2016 at 9:14 AM UTC
Through the thick walls of this building,
the coldness of yesterday's promise crawls
and haunts me around in a maze of halls
where neither end nor start exists.
No holes or doors, windows and rooms
I placed myself in a game
where insanity blooms.
The days kept running and nights kept coming.
I slowly grew gray and pale
and my nourishment, drained.
I withered to dusts and became nothing
for I waited eternity to arrive
but made a visitor in me.
Mar 19, 2016
Mar 19, 2016 at 10:04 PM UTC
words are being watched
and actions are being read
feelings were never expressed
and thoughts were never said
Feb 25, 2016
Feb 25, 2016 at 7:35 AM UTC
I can still see you in the dark
and as I trace your silhoutte on my wall,
you juggle your last piece of
cigarette between your fingers--
disregarding the heat.
I can still feel you in the wind
with your scent that draws
all the girls in town to you
or even when you smell like alcohol
and fall from your seat.
I can still write down your name
when I thought my pens
grew tired of bleeding for you
and now my blank sheets will be your tomb--
keep them marking on repeat.
Feb 21, 2016
Feb 21, 2016 at 2:17 AM UTC
I wanted to tell you
the words that my
heart was saying
but I was so
caught up in the
twinkle in your eyes
and your face was
the constellation of
the brightest stars
and I fell in the
black holes that
lie in your skin
and got drowned
from so much
stardust and light.
I am so lost in
the universe that you are.
Feb 21, 2016
Feb 21, 2016 at 12:55 AM UTC
it was never too dark
but never too bright
'cause the moon came shining
when I needed your sun
Feb 21, 2016
Feb 21, 2016 at 12:55 AM UTC
I am not your breaktime deed --
That cigarette you roll
Between your fingertips.
I am not your black bow --
The one that you wear
When you're on call.
I am not your alcohol --
That bottle on your lips
And your face to the floor.
I am not your suede shoes --
Your night time glitter
In your daytime locker.
I am not your perfume --
Bottled and locked,
Always consumed.
I am not your secret --
A kept thought
Inside your head.
I am not your personal thing --
You neither own me
Nor use me.
I am your drugs --
And I brim your head
With what you think
Is true.
Jan 20, 2016
Jan 20, 2016 at 6:16 AM UTC