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Soloy Jun 2020
U make my Earfquake
I stare blankly at space
The walls do not move
Like my mind preparing to snooze

You are the opposite of an Earfquake
A tranquil twilight
I feel peace and stability
In this liminal space
before
i go
to sleep
You can always tell a self destructive writer
By their poetry

Because sometimes they are redundant
And other times they are expressing pain

But they always tell a story of being hurt
And locked into their own head

But this my dear, is why they write
Because the person in their head is trying to get out

Self destructive writers
Are usually dark

But when they are light
They tell you how perfect you are

So that you don't do the same thing
That they did to themselves

Self destructive writers
Don't want you to make their scars
On your arms
To all those out there who are this way, trust  in your loved ones, you will get out of this. Thank you for encouraging other people to be who they are.
Soloy Jun 2020
I submerge myself in the sea.
Whens't destiny can't find me.
Freezing silence surrounds my being
I enveloped the abyss; darkness.
Where I feel strangely at peace.
                                                          ­                                   Detached  
from the world.

My eyelids                                                          ­       loosening its grip,
it stings as the darkness seeps in the windows             to my soul

My lungs                                                            ­       tightening its hold
                                                           ­                                    to my heart
  as it beats with indefatigable yearn to live.                                       

My brain                                                            ­                  distorted      
from the lack of oxygen fighting against my                    instincts  
to breathe    


        i        start                                        ­                            hallucinating
                  in       the                         distance                                
      i         glimpse       a     phantom      of   her                                          


I    open    my  eyes    desiderate     for                                light
the                                                             ­                              darkness    
gushes         in       ;  I    fight                                       
            ­                        
To capture one last sight
I need more light
One last breath

to                                                       ­                                     Reunite ,
My 
Eurydice
This piece is dedicated to Cheah Shun. Thank you for coming up with the idea. This piece is better viewed on landscape mode if you're using your phone as the formatting messes up in vertical view.
Soloy Jun 2020
Stringing my ukulele by the seas,
music is my solemn company.
Calming waves, dark and gloomy
beneath the lights, shining ever brightly.
I want to be above it.

I realize after sitting for a bit that
this is not an escape, but
a mistake.
Stories of broken sailor dreams
of freedom and peace,
Lies only in fantasy

Our concrete reality, moulded by
waves of uncertainty.
Should we anchor our lives upon it
The lights speak to me.
  Jun 2020 Soloy
Meera
He doesn't burn photographs
He doesn't join therapy sessions
He doesn't smoke too many cigarettes
Nor he drown himself into alcohol
He scratches his wounds daily
And never let them heal
He doesn't try to get rid of the pain
Instead he let it grow on him
He waters the seed of sorrow with his tears
He feeds it with the manure of old memories
He takes it to sleep with him
And nurtures it in himself
Till the moment when every single drop of his blood gets replaced by this pain
Until his fragile heart can bear no more
And his soul starts overflowing with emotions
That's when he dip his pen into this pain
And empty his heart on a piece of paper
He bares his soul for us to feel
He creates poetry that the world would cherish for centuries to come
That's how true poetry comes into existence
Soloy Jun 2020
Hope shines bright
Vigorous orange wisps
Engulfing my sight
Eclipsing numberless edifice

I am drawn to you my light
Bathing my presence with your warmth
glow tonight

The setting of the sun
Marks the most beautiful part of day
A mellow everglow
Prismatic flowers enwreathing
my heart with snug

The setting of the sun
Marks the Remains of the Day
Not one of solemn rainy mist
But one of graceful frosted tint
Showing me strength that lies within

A time of day
Not too late nor too early
For a Butler's life a sight to marry
It fills his heart with love,
old but gold
passion untold.
I hope you're feeling better now
Illusory hope that never burns
cold
as days go
dreary, colourless.

Till whens't his love will be expressed
Will let his days no more repressed

Warmth glow of evening light
Fuel him with hope
to drive and fight
To see the same sight
My evening light.
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