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XIII Nov 2019
Whenever I see your name
With that little circle colored green
On a bubble drawn with your face
My heart can't help but race
Race into a turmoil of pain
Like we're in a different place
Yet so near in a virtual space
Like I can just type a few keys
To trouble you again with my feelings
But I stop myself and grit my teeth
For that's the thing you'd want the least
For I am someone you'd want to be over with
And I could just delete our message
But for me it's too much waste
Because I'll always want to reminisce
The words we used to exchange
Because it's always you I miss
No matter how stupidly martyr it is
But then whenever we're both active
I found myself leaving
For I know you don't feel the same
And yet I foolishly spend everyday this way
© Cepheus January 19, 2018
XIII Nov 2019
I'll go hide
You'll be the it
I'll go full camouflage
Don't expect me in the closet

You started the countdown
For you I'll be invisible
For I am someone you wish is gone
Open your eyes and you'll see me no more

But know that this game will never end
You will look for me whether you like it or not
For I am the only one that can complete your existence
I am the bearer of our sentence's dot
© Cepheus January 18, 2018
XIII Nov 2019
I am Cepheus the king
And I ride a phoenix
Though dethroned
Cassiopeia shall come back soon
© Cepheus January 17, 2018
XIII Nov 2019
Goodbye Cepheus, goodbye
You have let go and had that last cry


Goodbye Cassiopeia, goodbye
It is another constellation's time now
XIII Jan 2018
My words
that are written are swords.
They hold the truth
to my thoughts—
stabbing cold,
sometimes old
but always bold,
left to be spoiled
but I still hold.
It is time to speak of the untold.
Are you ready?
XIII Nov 2017
Would you rather have a longer do while loop?
Should I change the datatypes of the variables stored?
From int
To bigint?

I’d rather not
Coz it should be fixed asap
If it’s a bug
Before it’s too late and the production has gone live
Programmer problems.
XIII Nov 2017
You asked me,
"If there's recreation, would you still choose to love me?
I wish it's me.
Sorry, but I wish it's still me."


This is my answer, my love,
**"This is my recreation,
and I still choose you."
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