Bones

Bones Mar 2019

A day was going good,
The day was fun and friends were happy,
Until she told me,
Giving me a note, of which changed my life
The note that I couldn’t ignore,
The note confessed something,
I only told few, friends that I trusted
Oh god, what do I do?
Returned the note,
Done and done,
What would happened if I was in love?

This is gonna be a series of which I will be writing situations which are from my life or are from my friends who have consented to me writing poems about it. ^~^

Bones Mar 2019

Barbie

No one wants damaged goods,
No one wants broken love,
No one wants you if you cry.

Barbie doll,
Why are your eyes swollen?
Your cheeks are stained dear
Mascara can’t mask your sadness
People only play with you
Then break you

Barbie doll,
Why are you crying?
Your boy is calling
Answer him you’re clearly dying,
Girly girl live your purpose
Or is that just your coverup?

Barbie girl,
You’re in your plastic world,
Why do you cry
If you’re so perfect?

Perfect people are the same as us
Bones of beauty
Don’t change us,
Prejudice is the same as lying
Barbie girl is just being
True

Barbie Girl

Bones Mar 2019

Sacrifice

Writing is like drawing blood
For a result you must sacrifice
Something dear and something close
Even if it hurt someone
Your quill is a needle
And your ink is red
May the book be the best
For all you’ve seen

Bones Mar 2019

Ticks

Ticking clock on the wall
One , two, three ticks
Chains of horror holding on
Four, five, six ticks
Yells of silenced loneliness,
Seven, eight, nine ticks
Bomb a ticking, time away
Ten ticks
bye bye
GO AWAY

Bones Mar 2019

Hung

Claws of polished nail
Skin of false tone
Words of deadly poison
Pushes of brute power
Rope of release
Shouts of sorry
Hung from the tree
Of apples of blood
What have you done
To cause it again?

Bones Mar 2019

Plastic is love

Plastic is love,
Never unbreakable,
so unfair,
Never your own

Love isn’t pure,
Neither kind,
As it breaks hearts
of good intentions

Maybe I never saw,
Acts of pure devotion
Maybe I will never
Feel feelings of splendor

Plastic is love,
Never so sweet,
Nor kind or decent,
So fearful,
Never your own

Bones Feb 2019

Just let me go

How was I suppose to know,
Maybe, it isn’t my fault at all?
Maybe I just need to grow,
Without you in my roots
Maybe my leaves are rotting,
I’m already dying
Just leave me to the feelings
That I contain.

My tree is crying
Out with the cold of tears
And in with the warm of silence
Just let me be
I’m falling slowly
Wilting like a flower underneath the burning sun
Just let me go.