I believe in constants and that in every world and parallel universe, there's always going to be a boy, a girl and a tragic love story
Jul 11, 2016
Jul 11, 2016 at 9:33 AM UTC
More often than not, we tend to take things and people around us for granted.
We vent our anger at our loved ones after a long day.
Snapping at our boyfriends/ girlfriends as though they were the cause of it,
hurting them.
And when things don't go as planned, or fail to meet our expectations,
we immediately play the blame game,
putting the blame on them, then deeming it as a case in which they do not care about us.
But little do we know,
they tried their best and do truly love you with every once of their being.
We ignore our friends, the ones closest to us, even the ones that we tell our deepest, darkest secrets to, the ones that know our dirtiest habits.
All because,
you got scolded by a teacher for not handing in an assignment, so it seemed like school wasn't going so well.
But little do you know,
your lack of words has been worrying them the whole day,
and they aren't sure whether you still would like them around.
We cause an uproar under our own roof.
Breaking out into a heated argument with our parents,
because they wouldn't shut up about how you should go do your homework, how you should have your dinner because it is late, and how you should go take a bath since it's already midnight.
But little do you know,
the words that you said have left them thinking what they have done wrong for the rest of the night, because to them they were only concerned about you.
It is not just mums who cry,
dads cry too.
Let us not appreciate with absence.
To the ones that never gave up on us: Thank you.
Feb 2, 2016
Feb 2, 2016 at 9:01 AM UTC
and in another universe,
you and I are still together.
May 5, 2015
May 5, 2015 at 5:26 AM UTC
I hope you don't forget me,
and our late night conversations that lasted till 3 am.
I hope you don't forget the time
when we spent hours
laughing over the dumb jokes
that we cracked.
And I really hoped you haven't forgotten
the time when you came to me
lovelorn and heartbroken
because the girl you liked didn't like you back.
That evening we spent,
in silence on the bench
because I couldn't find the words to comfort you.
But, to love is to let go.
So now that you're happily off with her,
I really hope you don't forget me.
Feb 14, 2015
Feb 14, 2015 at 1:14 PM UTC
*I dont want you to write me poetry
I can do that for both of us*
**I dont want you to compare my eyes to sunset
Or, my mind to some sea of undiscovered depth
I just want you to see me for who im-
Dully ordinary in all my deeds**
*I dont want you to be breathtakingly handsome
We could be too cute for two ugly people*
**I dont want you to speak all those fancy big words
And get me a bouqet of rose every night
Just be there with me, be my light, when all i see is in shades of blacknwhite
And on the brightest day, tolerate my lights if i outshine you**
*I don't want you to understand each action of mine; to decode every word
Just promise not to give up on trying; never give up on me*
**I dont want you to fix me
Just be patient with me while i glue back all that is left from my last heartbreak
I might run in opp. Direction at your approach
But ill always find my way back to you**
*I don't want you to give me forevers and mouthful of nevers
Time is a **** as we both know*
**If you can and if you may,
Just love me in this very moment
Cause forever is nothing but all these moments stitched together**
I dont't want you to tell me you love me
But please, just do love me
Jan 26, 2015
Jan 26, 2015 at 9:58 AM UTC
At first her mind may seem to be a clutter of astronomical objects
with planets sprawling all over,
nebulae birthing everywhere,
stars tossed in random directions.
But in truth, it is not.
Staring into her eyes is like drowning in the vast galaxies,
suffocating due to the lack of air,
but doing so voluntarily.
Her mind is a beautiful collection of constellations falling into place,
with perfect planetary alignments,
completed with the most beautiful nebula that God handcrafted himself.
You see, she is just that fascinating,
you just need to look a bit closer.
Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 10:04 AM UTC
1. We are critical.
We find flaws in
everything we see
because nobody
wants to write
about perfection,
even though sometimes
we wish we could just stay
staring into that
unblemished surface.
2. We are never satisfied.
We live our lives upon
mountains of
scrunched up
bits of refill and
ideas we gave up
trying to
express.
3. We never forget.
We write words about
eye contact made
three months ago
that we replay over
and over in our minds
even though it
stopped
being relevant.
4. We are fickle.
Our emotions flash
from one
to the other
like strobe lighting that
disorientates us
until we feel as if
the world
will never be still.
5. We are exposed.
We don't know how
to keep our feelings
to ourselves so
we'll write them
down for
you to find
'accidentally'.
6. We are vulnerable.
We wear our
hearts on our sleeves
and won't lift a
muscle to fight back
if somebody tries
to break it
because we thrive
from the pain.
7. We will never stop.
We will never stop
feeling and
we will never stop
hurting,
we will never stop
breaking and
bleeding and
loving
even though the cycle
is endless
and we know what's
coming next.
We are addicted
to agony,
but we agonise
for the art.
Dec 19, 2014
Dec 19, 2014 at 9:38 AM UTC
You started an insatiable fire in me
that burned so bright
being fuelled by feelings and emotions,
causing the stone cold,
ice hard frost that previously encompassed
my heart to melt.
But oh my god,
it hurts.
( v.w ) 760°C
Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 8:42 AM UTC
The moon cannot shine in the dark
without light from the sun.
And I really hate to depend on you like this,
but my heart is left in little fragments,
and my mind is a tenebrous void
which I'm subtle to falling into anytime.
So please come back
for only you can null this feeling,
for there is no me without you.
Dec 12, 2014
Dec 12, 2014 at 1:46 PM UTC