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Alif Imran May 2016
This is bad, really bad, this moment remind me of you, everything, your ambience when you are with me, this is definitely the feeling

It was a mistake to let you in, it was a mistake to touch you, it was a mistake to kiss you, cause now you are in my thought and making your way to my heart.

Every thought of you, every sight of you even, every scent of you, makes my heart wants to keep you forever..

The scent of you, ya, the scent of you, it was the scent of the woods, the scent of the rain, the beautiful scent of nature, it was you, I know it was you.

Come on, lets put our shyness aside, take me to your paradise, sing me your favourite song every night. Hum me your favourite lullaby, pamper me with your love, cause I need your love, I really do need it.

Please don't leave me here all alone with the thought of you embedded so deep in my conscience and my soul. Please don't leave me...
Please don't leave
Please..
Alif Imran Apr 2016
Help me, help me,
They’re coming,
Singing their eerie rhythm
They are coming,
Coming to get me,
Help me, help me,
From the ferocious man- like-monster,
They come and drown you in the guilt,
The guilt they created,
They left you alone,
In the pitch black of the guilt frigid well,
Filled with human guilty tears,
Hurry,
Save me from the human frigid guilty
Alif Imran Apr 2016
It was harsh,
It was cruel,
It wasn't beautiful,
You leave me at the end of the road, alone.

It was agonizing,
It was ruthless,
It wasn't perfect,
You took a detour, leaving me at the sahara, alone.

I was stranded,
Unable to walk nor crawl,
As I laid on the burning sand of the desert  i stared into the sun, hoping it will take my sight away and drain this well of love i have dug for you.

I did not ask for much,
I just want to be loved.

Nakanai,
I am tough,
Hard as a rock,
Unshakeable,
Nakanai,
Nakanai,
And i cried.
Alif Imran Apr 2016
At this rate, it's just despair and un-healed broken heart that keep on bleed and bleed. I want to be able to touch you and feel your warmth all around me. To feel your fingers linger all over my body. To feel those gentle breath at my neck. To feel you feeling me.

At this rate, it's just hope and dreams in pieces. All of you is gone, leaving all of me alone in this consuming darkness of my own beautiful thoughts. You and me, we were the kings of our own lovely world, but why, why why why did you have to let go?

At this rate, i'm broken and helpless, i compared my ruined life to those with beautiful and lively one. I am done sewing my wounds and scars. Let the blood flows, let the pain consume my sane slowly. Let me be crazy over my own sadness. Let me dance in my own tears while i stab myself furiously with hope and dreams.

At this rate, i am feeling nothing, the world seems to be in black and white. I need you back, i need you to be the palatte of colours to my life. Without you, i'm colourless.
  Apr 2016 Alif Imran
jalc
We met in the winter of our lives
Drawn together by the warmth
And promise of kinship
That helped us brave the season
To usher in the spring
When poisonous fruits sprouted
Hiding behind showy blossoms
Their once sweet fragrance now cloying
As they fought for a last hurrah
In the unforgiving heat of summer
And now autumn is upon us
Who have glutted ourselves on a Judas feast
Filled us full up with the mettle necessary
To take on winter once again.
Nothing gold can stay. It's hard to believe so much has happened in a mere matter of months.
  Apr 2016 Alif Imran
archwolf-angel
It was...
Tender and gentle
Slow and calm
Sentimental romance
Under imaginary stars


It was...
Making wishes
Crazy what ifs
Multiple glances
Under genuine hearts


It was...
Light-weight touches
Heavy wants
Listening ears
Under broken-hearted stories


It was...
*Us
Lying side by side
Sacrificing all that we have left
Under this madness called 'Fate'
Alif Imran Apr 2016
A dip into my sea of memory,
A sea of ice cold water,
Froze my ogle and demeanour,
Unable to move forward,
The memory, just like a dark quicksand,
A gift from the sacrilege past to the sacred future,
The presence is the victim
Bearing this pain,
For a soul like me,
Wishing to be free.
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