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Dec 2020 · 155
Misspelled Happiness
Krizel Grace Dec 2020
Over my scars, I wrote your name
You shrouded them and eased the pain
For me your embrace felt like home
A special place I thought I own.

But then the warmth I knew is fading
You are now a scar in the making
Every letter of your name I have written
They all pierced through my skin, now I'm bleeding.

Dec 2020 · 395
Between the Stars and Me
Krizel Grace Dec 2020
Three words I've kept from youー
Words you'll never hear nor read
No one will know, not even these words I write
I just hope the sky didn't eavesdropped that night
Cause it's a secret I only told the stars.

Nov 2020 · 240
Pushed Away
Krizel Grace Nov 2020
Numb of the pain from the thousand cuts all over her skin down to her bones
Blinded by the blood stained cloth tied around her head, covering her eyes.

He then came, with a beating heart on his palmー
A remedy he thought she needed
He bled to revive the polluted ocean submerging her soul.

But as she scream for oxygen to breathe,
She unconsciously dragged him below until he drowned beneath her tears

Too late for her to realize,
He devoured the night just to give her daylight.

Nov 2020 · 516
Krizel Grace Nov 2020
They say the universe speaks to us
But with all the noise this world has
I never heard it, not even once
Now I'll let the galaxy pour in me
Maybe then my heart will hear what it has to say.

Nov 2020 · 149
Krizel Grace Nov 2020
Unneeded words we kept on uttering
Whilst needed words we left unsung
A world brimming with unsaid kind words
Until when will they spill through our callous mouths?

Nov 2020 · 411
Fly High
Krizel Grace Nov 2020
From the bottom you'll rise
Colorful glittery wings,
Let them spread and spark
Illuminate the sky so dark
And shine like fireworks does.

Don't mind the onlookers; all they could do is watch.
Nov 2020 · 1.2k
Beautifully Written
Krizel Grace Nov 2020
She's written with crimson red blood,
Unceasingly flowing
From her invisible cuts.

Dressed with carefully picked enthralling wordsー
Seemingly fitting, seemingly perfect
But as you read between the lines,
You'll be wrapped with her gloomy wilting vines.

She could either be a riddle
And leave you bewildered,
Or she could be an answer
And shed light upon you.

For she's a sad poem
But beautifully written.

Oct 2020 · 319
Wholeness Within
Krizel Grace Oct 2020
There he was, picking up your broken pieces. He said, 'You're a beautiful mess', so he tried to solve you like a jigsaw puzzle. But along the way he got confused, randomly placing pieces where he thought they would fit.

In the end, he did make you whole. Looked whole, at leastーfor most of the pieces were just forced into spaces they didn't actually belong. Out of frustration, he turned into an impatient child, scattered you into pieces again.

Then there you were, hoping he would attempt to reassemble you. But no, he did not. Instead, he just left. Leaving you exactly like how he found youーbroken.

Until one day you realized, he couldn't fix you. He couldn't make you whole again. He couldn't, because no one couldーno one but yourself.

At last, there you were, picking up your broken pieces. It would take time putting them back together again, but that's fine. You embraced yourself and said, 'Indeed, I'm a beautiful mess'.

"Shattered" Series
Uhm...not really a poem tho
Oct 2020 · 704
Letting Go
Krizel Grace Oct 2020
I found you in your box,
Broken and cold
I tried to fix you
Did everything I could to help you,
But everything wasn't workingー
You just kept on cutting me until I bleed.

I know you didn't mean it
But your 'sorry' and' I love you' could not always serve as band-aids to cover my wounds.

I'm sorry I had to let you go,
But know that I genuinely loved you
I need to heal,
Before the wounds get deep
Because I don't want to remember you
As a scar I want to forget.

'Shattered' series
Oct 2020 · 485
Krizel Grace Oct 2020
You built a golden castle in me
And said I am yours
You built it, just to break it
Now I'm falling  apart
Together with the love I thought was gold,
But turned out to be just pyrite.
I am now on the ground,
Trying to pick up my scattered pieces
Saving as much as I can
Before the cruel rain from your dark gloomy sky,
Completely wash them away.
I should reclaim my land,
That you once said was yours
And build my own castle,
With all these broken pieces of mine
And there, only true love will flourishー

You may take a look,
But you'll forever be uninvited.


"Shattered" Series

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