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Nov 2017 · 479
Tantalizing
Wick Nov 2017
Baby, you're a poetry
full of passion
emotion
richness
and elegance

a piece that fills me with ecstasy
lustfully
genuinely
full of fiery sensuality
as hot
as the midsummer sun

your lips is an oasis
slake away my thirst

strip away your inhibition
strip it down into words

show me what is inside
show me your prose and lines

let me loose on your body
on your skin supple, divine

let me relish every words
discover every parts
with my tongue

Baby, if you are a poetry
let me sing your entirety
let me be your willing bard.
she ignites me.
Nov 2017 · 331
Playing it safe
Wick Nov 2017
I have always been the one
to never take the risks
one to play it safe
to snuggle where it fits

when time gave me
an opportunity to grab
Alas! afraid to lose
what i do not even have
I did not take it

I have always been the one
to take the safer bends
now, I'm stuck
just being her friend.
well, I didn't  lose something but nor did I gain, ******!
Nov 2017 · 243
Still friends
Wick Nov 2017
The greatest what-if
between you and me
stands dearer still
than what we have in reality
See, I never had the strength.
Oct 2017 · 270
She is
Wick Oct 2017
a woman, intricately drawn
by trembling hands
she was born
into existence
on a blank paper
a clean slate
a beauty to her creator
but in this world
beauty is in the eyes of the beholder.
aesthetically,
beauty depends upon the axioms
of the paper society.
beautiful. I side with her creator.
Oct 2017 · 363
Memories
Wick Oct 2017
Don’t worry, I just love to reminisce
Time will come all of these will be erased
Like the season that always changes
My memories will be replaced
By better ones, I hope
By better ones, I pray

Like the paint that used to cover
The place we used to meet

Like the heart-rending sonata
now on its closing beat

Like the coffee on the table
Slowly diminishing its heat

These painful memories
One day will recede
Winnowed down by time
To small and smaller residues
These painful memories
Weathered down to humus
Where blossoms
The cosmos of change.
the cosmos is a very serene flower.
Oct 2017 · 697
"I love you too"
Wick Oct 2017
conquering his fears
he told her he loved her
but she didn't answer, she didn't need to

with her lips smiling atop his,
her hazelnut gaze
was loud and clear
Oct 2017 · 3.1k
Factum est
Wick Oct 2017
mea culpa
mea culpa
mea maxima culpa

hear the song of the innocent

hung upon the cross
for the crime he has not commit

forced to plead guilty
by the precepts of society

whilst the crooked
stood at the base
shedding crocodile tears
eyes holding silent leers

feigning innocence
instigating chaos
taking into their advantage
dividedness, our ignorance.

here, the song of the innocent
nears its end
with his last, a doleful verse

"It is done"
not necessarily catholic but true enough I draw much of the inspiration from it.
Oct 2017 · 288
Hsun Tzu
Wick Oct 2017
Poetry
is
conscious self-deception
to cater to one's emotion.
delusion
Oct 2017 · 336
Listen
Wick Oct 2017
Woe to the country
once full of pulcher and life
torn by ideals and strife

woe to the bullet
gunshots gnawing through flesh
seeking for the life supposed to take

woe to the soldier
nursing death
desolate of the horrors he has mete

woe to the army
marching steadfast
clung upon by ghosts of foes and comrades past

woe to the child
walking towards home
but sees only wreckage; broken dreams

woe to the families
braving the seas
yonder hope for safety

woe to the lives
wasted
upon what exactly?

woe to us
can we not hear their cries?
or is it indifference?

woe to mankind
woe to you, oh man!
what have you become?

**What have we become?
the devil leers.
Oct 2017 · 362
Clouded
Wick Oct 2017
Here in the open my body I lay
gazing upon somber tumult of gray
clouds in spectacular ashen display

I pity them giants, they are likened with sadness
little do people know that they cry out of gladness

they dance out of mirth
tranquil downpour to the earth

I pity them giants, people only notice the stroke of sunlight
in their abate

they rejoice to know that thereafter a rainbow will follow
the end of their woe

I pity them giants, they are remembered for their might
not for the serenity and vivacity they provide

I pity them giants
for they are destined to fall
to fragment into droplets
to lose life to give life for all.

in the open they start to fall.
a rainy evening to us all.
Oct 2017 · 165
Stars
Wick Oct 2017
as the golden torch
falls into the abyss
millions of sparks rise
to light the path for the amiss.
Guide me,
please.
Oct 2017 · 252
Before its gone
Wick Oct 2017
Tonight is a beauty
tomorrow is a possibility
and as the sun's rays
scissor its way through the night sky
I'll live in this moment of You and I.
...and now its gone...

I wrote this piece a long time ago and I figured maybe its time to let it go.
Oct 2017 · 160
Florid to Gray
Wick Oct 2017
Alas! my beloved
in flux,

You were never meant to stay.
Wick Oct 2017
Walking down memory lane
I come upon miles of shattered pieces,
t’was your heart,
my wrong doings.
I continued walking
upon the detritus
of what was once was,
that are now fragments
sharp glimpse
of hurt
of betrayal
caustic; perforating.
but lo, I continued walking
walking down memory lane
knowing I deserve the pain.
for not being brave enough to tell you the things I should've.
Oct 2017 · 199
Young Love
Wick Oct 2017
I treasure every morning
with us lounging in the terrace
limbs intertwined under a blanket
your warmth is my warmth

i treasure the taste of coffee
shared with every kiss
i always preferred mine decaf because cheesy it may be
your smile is already enough to wake me

i treasure life
for if not for it
there would never be an I
to love such a wonderful you

i treasure you
every curve, every feature
even those that are rough around the edges
because even real diamonds are never perfect.
Sep 2017 · 488
Tick Tock
Wick Sep 2017
the bitterest most painful cry of all
is the cry of regret
especially when Time makes you recall
the things you haven't mete
Kisses. Hugs. some of the things we lament
for time is now all spent.
goes the clock.
Sep 2017 · 288
32
Wick Sep 2017
32
then time took you away
leaving nothing but broken things
our promises. our future.
Me.
continuation to 31.
Sep 2017 · 141
31
Wick Sep 2017
31
you linked our hands
and our hearts become one
every beat is an orchestra
a symphony of our own...
continued in 32
Sep 2017 · 164
"I'm sorry"
Wick Sep 2017
Truth can falter under the weight of fear
though it be struggling
though in every way, its trying
to be heard, to be reckoned
when Consequence lays its fang bare
it can lead an honest man to err
and as another breathes his last
guilt encompasses thus.
Happened to a friend of mine. I couldn't help but make a poem out of it.
Sep 2017 · 229
Chagrin
Wick Sep 2017
Frustration, frustration
seeping through my soul
a downpour of rain
a roof with a hole.

eyes filled with red
knuckles all blue
in my mind there is darkness
evil imbued.

the coagulation within
restrained with a grin
an attempt for control
the devil laughs.
a poem for all my futile attempts to control the reins. I made it because I felt sorry for my wall, poor ******* never stood a chance.
Sep 2017 · 273
Candle
Wick Sep 2017
Baby you're not good for me
you bring nothing but trouble
every spark, every touch
loving you is a struggle
maybe because you're fire
and I'm molded out of wax

baby you're not good for me
'cause every time were together I'm melting
but every time were not
my life is darkened

because in the darkness
we are beautiful
in the darkness
we are phenomenal

if with out you I'd be immortal
I'd rather be ephemeral
like you
with you
burning
melting
loving.
Sep 2017 · 198
A better world
Wick Sep 2017
Nobody can love me
like you do
because there is none like you

Nobody can keep my heart
like you do
because there is none like you

Nobody can never hurt me
like you do
because there is none like you

Nobody can never break my heart
like you do
because there is none like you

Nobody can never lie to me
like you do
because there is none like you

Nobody can understand me
like you do
because there is none like you

Nobody can never leave my heart in pieces
like you do
because there is none like you

but, I'd rather be with Nobody
than to be with you again
and I'm happy
Because there is none like you.
Toxicity
Sep 2017 · 208
Haiku #5
Wick Sep 2017
A beautiful bird
perched on me but flew away
because I let it.
I was a fool, okay?
Sep 2017 · 168
Haiku #4
Wick Sep 2017
I wish I was him
by your side, happy in love
but sadly, I'm me.
Sep 2017 · 162
Haiku #3
Wick Sep 2017
I wish I was perfect
everything that you will want
but sadly, I'm not
this one is imperfect then again I'm imperfect. It reflects.
Sep 2017 · 176
Haiku #2
Wick Sep 2017
I will fight for you
from the start till the end
so will you as I?
Sep 2017 · 155
Haiku #1
Wick Sep 2017
loving you is hard
a hardship I will accept
with my heart and soul.
Sep 2017 · 163
innocence
Wick Sep 2017
You were a dandelion
yellow and alone
in the cold white winter snow
you've grown
it was sad, how early you have awakened
I draw near
was surprised
for you were not shaken
a smile in your face
a question in my mind
I thought I knew it all, yet
I stand without a clue
you beamed and asked,
"Why so blue?"
Sep 2017 · 128
reminisce
Wick Sep 2017
as the streams run dry
and the season changes
the feelings that was once was
now forlorn,
forgotten
Sep 2017 · 334
Shine
Wick Sep 2017
Behind your facade of a shining star
I see your fears, your rage and tears
and yet
I love you
just the way you are.
I want to kiss your pieces
your cracks
your scars
I want to own your pain
to love even in vain
because you are a shining star
you are my shining star.
please, never forget.
Sep 2017 · 240
Smile
Wick Sep 2017
your smile
that is quirky
and fizzy
you make grandeur and elegance
as your mere simplicity
so
smile
your smile
'cause you're perfect, baby.
Sep 2017 · 257
You are not mine
Wick Sep 2017
your voice
your smile
your lips
your eyes
It's not mine
to hear
to miss
to stare
to love. Is hard
because
You are not mine.
Sep 2017 · 171
burning no more
Wick Sep 2017
the sun, my heart
things that were once alive
fueled by things such as love and lies
now are black holes
the sun, my heart
on some faraway skies.
Sep 2017 · 147
A drop of rain
Wick Sep 2017
I fell
to you
and we became one
you blossomed, but in time
withered
and I taken by the sun.
Sep 2017 · 191
A Picture
Wick Sep 2017
A picture may hold a thousand of things
could be of a man and of a woman
with two golden rings.
or of a mother and her newborn son in a room on a hospital wing.
A picture may hold a thousand of things
but it couldn't quite hold
Your smile
and our forgotten feelings.
Sep 2017 · 235
Us
Wick Sep 2017
Us
We thought.
We had.
We fought.
We lost. Each other.
Sep 2017 · 192
A start
Wick Sep 2017
I am a spectrum of possibilities
mistakes, magic, and life
the world is our prism
so be my light.

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