If I stay, one more night
you have to promise...
promise me you will fight.
If I stay, one more day
you have to promise...
not to think of her that way
If I stay, one more week
you have to promise...
to fulfill the love I seek
If I stay one more year...
you have to promise..
you will wipe away my every tear
If I stay, If I stay forever
you have to promise me....
An infinity together.

"I like you. But I have no idea how you feel about me.
And if we became lovers how different would our friendship be?
I've been hurt so many times, lost faith that love lasts forever.
I'm afraid to lose our friendship, just to be together.
Not sure if I should tell you, or just let it be?
They say love finds each other, Ill just wait and see."

Who is "Ryn" with a crying face?
We all want a certain poet to win this race.
"The Creep That Loves You", You got some Fame
It's a big deal on HP to know your name.
Grab a pen, make the perfect write...
it could take all day or even all night.
"Talula" keep enlightining us with your songs
a less popular poet, who had the talent all along.
"Monsterinsideme" keep on writing
with your poems around, what's the point on trying?
but everyday the game starts over
Good Luck Friend!! Here's my clover!

i don't do poetry
because i want to look intellectual
well-read
intelligent, thoughtful
or impress
people by my words
or take anyone's attention
i do poetry
because i am often alone
left alone
all and out
on my own
to submerse within my own
i crave for existences
no one appears
all stay distant
like a thoughtful absence
i have no harm
confessing in need
words are too deaf to make any sound
other too busy listening to
other songs
of other people
they must be harmonious
cheerful and dedicated
mines too glum
too sad
as i refused to give up
nor to be brainstormed
i go on my own
so i live like this
yet poetry comes to me
like a bereaved friend
it's with me when i sleep
it's there when i laugh
even though
i try to avoid of it's comings and goings
poetry's intensity sits in my heart
like a fog in early morning
but i am not sure
what to do with it
how to keep it
will this stay like an adjourned bond
poetry exists through me
like a thread in fabric
cutting every little piece within me
and i hear
'what a thoughtful presence'

Make the corset tighter!
For he already took my breath away.

Mark my lips ****!
For he's already seen my heart naked.

Raise my hair to the heavens!
For my head is already in the clouds.

Don't get make-up on the dress!
For I've already made my mark on him.

Slip the promise on my finger!
For I'm getting married today.

We are all black roses
The only thing is
Some of us were born that way
And some were burnt.

You heard I am a rose laced with ice
You’ve heard right but will you sacrifice
The glorious bounty that is your life
And cut open your shadow with your knife.

There is no punctuation in this story,
We are going to live till our souls get weary.
‘For better, for worse’ is not a myth,
You must stay even if I become a witch.

To be with me, there is no grey
Only black or white or stay at bay.
Love me entirely and don’t let me fall
Or shun me completely and don’t ever call.

Before we fall in love, you must be warned;
We’ll stroll into flames to crumble as one.
In that moment, our love shall not clash;
As two burnt roses become one gust of ash.