Fill - Hello Poetry

Fill Sep 2015

"It's been one of those days, for 3 years now."

As you left me, at least I think you did.
There's nothing left to forget.
But please, I don't want another chance.
I'm exhausted from the pain, at least I think I am

I wonder who you look in the eyes.
I wonder who you hold against to
........ but never mind I'm exhausted from wondering.
It is... It is hard for me to say.. I'm glad you left

Fill Sep 2015

Untitled

All I do is cry behind this smile
All I do is smoke
All I do is drink
All I do is mope
All I do is study
All I do is write
All I do is program my writes
All I do is play
All I do is not really that important to you

Fill Aug 2015

time time time

When the darkest hour is at dawn. I won't be there.
When it's my funeral day. You're not invited.
When I catch up with my grave. I'm not letting it go, cause you have already.
And we're not side by side cause its very silent and my voice is echoing.
As I look at the sky, you're looking down on me. How habitual of you.
I wish I was fool, yet you were the fool.

Yet my grave caught up with me, and you still haven't.
Thank for wasting my time

Fill Aug 2015

Dry

I've always known the grass is greener upstairs
and I can't reach it
The faded leaves fall...
I can't help it but the content streams through me and it feels calming
and please let me be, as I'm afraid of the sun.
My knees are cold
and I'm running home
The far better road is all nothing but a mirage
The soothing music linger through my odd spine.
please help me....

too bad I'm not something
too bad I'm different
too bad.

Aug 2015

Queenie Florentino

22 Words in 4 Lines

I gave up my pen,
And tore all my dreams.
Poetry never was my friend
Thus my journey as poet, here ends.

- qyf

"The saddest poem a poet could write."

I often sit in doubt with overwhelming self-pity--- will I really make it? Will my pen able to cut through souls the way it cuts mine?

However, me learns that mine doubt is irreversible. It will forever be inside me...not to hinder...but to enable me to strive to surpass myself...to still be true with my writing. It is only, after all, mine pen which is able to hear and understand the deepest sighs of my soul.

#poet #forever #dilemma #runthatpen

Fill Aug 2015

Cloudy Night

Inseparable, it's you and I
Insecurities, it is I
Beautiful, it is you
Low mettle, it is I
Confidence, it is you
You are perfect.
You are....
It's time for me to fly away

Fill Aug 2015

My ******* english speech

I’m going to talk about my imaginary friend. She’s this short, she’s a bit skinny maybe half my body, she’s got the skin of an angel and seeing her, she just moves so calmly.

As she pointed her destination, she pointed out like this. As I walked her home all night, I’m in the right lane but something’s wrong with me and I don’t know what she sees in me. She told me to go home, I rejected. So she argued with me and said she would punch me if I didn’t go. I calmed her. And I had to give her a warm embrace and I received the same. And as I walked you home, I divided my money and felt melancholy. Knowing I’m just somebody else just to walk away with.