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It spouts with my fervid blood,
The pain of losing to touch.
I betrayed myself and God
And now, my heart is losing time.

Death enquires my heart;
Choice made bestows judgement
I betrayed the one, intimate;
And now, I forfeit my atonement.

This baneful lie I shant convey.
The truth I shant unveil.
I betrayed Love in dismay,
And now, I pray, Grace to repay.
Why so turbulent, my fear?
Across my mind, I find not you, not near.
About my heart, so blunt, unclear.
My bones, I feel to the tip of a spear.
They speak loud, but I cannot hear
Shrouded words expounding into a tear
Drop of feelings sopped by drips of honey.
Serenity, my heart, recline and adhere.
Across my mind, about my heart, cohere.
Why so turbulent, my fear?
Things that are not you,
Enraged, scuffle with my soul.
For my every share of good
Does not create the evil foretold.
You ride my mind with eyes glint
And beauty, on my sight, overflows.
Take you with me, wherever you go.
For those things that are not me,
Will not always, here, belong.

A sea of thought floods my future.
My intentions lie in wait
To scare me with the problems I have faced.
I search the kismet binary, in nature
And I find my Dear Rose with error.
Tell me where your thornless heart is placed.
Benjamin 'Selmrah' Karim   Poems  
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Secrets
The world keep on turning, but I am still here.
I am stuck here like silence in the middle of nothing.
I am alone and around me, are the arms of sleeping horror.
I cannot withstand Coruscant's curiosity
When its starry eyes leer at my chronic death.

Histrionic chains strangely entice me
Into Narcissism and Masochism that keeps my heart sterile.
Sterile to even little shots of hope that could, one day,
Make value that stretches.

I am a dazed-*** disciple of the Sun,
Snaking him around fears that may ever last.
Sometimes I want to give in and sink into the flares,
But then I am cheated and centrifuged by gravity.

I am just a speck of dust in a cold universe.
Losing or gaining is just some Sum 41's first flight.
I remain secrets, until he radiates for my hope to awake.
He is my Sun, and his flares are the death and life of me.

— The End —