𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒'𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑦 𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑠𝑒𝑑
𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑢𝑛𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑑, 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐼'𝑙𝑙 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒
𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑏𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑎 𝑘𝑒𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑡 𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑒
𝑦𝑒𝑡 𝐼 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑐𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑒.
𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑑𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑟𝑒𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑠𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑙𝑦 𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡
𝑖𝑡 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑙𝑦 𝑑𝑟𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑒, 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑚𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡
𝐼 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑏𝑎𝑑 𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑡
𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑡 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑠𝑜 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑠.
𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑙𝑙 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑒 𝑎 𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑦, 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑔𝑜 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦
𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑚𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ, 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑠 𝑤𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑏𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑎𝑦
𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑓𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑛
𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑦 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑏𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑛
𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠, 𝐼 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑙𝑦.
𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑠𝑎𝑑𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑠𝑜 𝑐𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑦.
𝑆𝑜 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑛𝑜𝑤, ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝑜𝑓𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑
𝐼'𝑚 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑦, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑠𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑
𝐼 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑎 𝑟𝑜𝑝𝑒
𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑚𝑦 𝑒𝑛𝑑, 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑚𝑦 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒.
A REVERSE POETRY
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stop hoping for the future
gaze for the stars and don't ever
stop hating yourself
please, I tell you
you’re truly a humiliation
don’t ever believe that
you shine in my eyes and mind
because you really, as a person,
change me on who I become
never be scared to
make yourself torture in hatred
not in a million years you'll try to
be the epitome of perfection
because you will
be forever loathed by many
never believe that you will
always be the person I loved
reminisce the memory and
be the detestation in my mind
don't every try to
convince yourself that you are a treasure.
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at first, I embraced euphoria
the overwhelming desire of being free
seeing the skies so stunning
hearing the rhapsodic humming of birds
such as that, I roamed halcyon earth
but deep down, I hanker for passion
found a person who gave so much memories -
the blazing heat that touches my skin;
whenever I shred,
there's she who filled the emptiness
then I started feeling so alive;
as she stares at my lovely eyes
as she unravels my clothes --
and starts making love
As I gasped for air and fell inlove with pain
the morose agonies was my light
and paradise became my darkness
whereas, my demons were placid,
it possessed me for I embraced their torture
and started feeling so euphoric in pain
I can feel the promise of pain
that she won't leave, she will stay.
i always told her that this isn't love
we were just seeing two empty doves
floating above our minds to control
to change the fate of lost soul
we were both enraptured with greed
just turned into monsters to bleed
is it wrong to love similar to you?
or is this a sin to be true?
both doves had weep for many days
while sensing the heat in so much blaze
our demons inside began to get lost
such until our fate wander and crossed
she is art, unique, a dire perfection
chained in lust but devoured by affection
she is heaven-sent, a tormenting angel
who agonize thyself and put into spell
we we're lost souls force to meet in lust
shattered in pieces and thrown in disgust
struggling beyond the things undiscussed
but I left her because of the people I trust
I want her to know that she's my biggest regret
for losing her was my death to forget
please don't steal my work, this is made from my heart.
a flower with perfection blooming every night
with a sweet-scented smell but averse to light
she was a wicked flower on leaving a strange mark
withered in sun's rays but lived again in the dark
the wicked flower, loathed the sun's heat and gleam
everyday, her petal wilt and looses one as it seem
roaming in distinct grounds, digging up any mess
but the guilt of the providence gave an erroneous guess
her petals travelled and noticed the sun's heat
burning her in flames and crumble into sheet
the moon never came back, as the flower is dying
one by one her petals brawl and endure the vying
the flower wail in gloom, ignited by the blaze of the sun
she thought about hope but never come into one
she was the wicked flower, died because of the light
and never breathe again because of the fright
When hope appears in jeopardy
Through tortured retrograde.
Turn weakness into weaponry,
Let misfortune whet your blade.
In teary moments haunted
That darkness ratifies,
Forge fear into your gauntlets
Turn doubt to battle cries.
When faithfulness does crumble
And nerve begins to yield.
Mould aches and scars and stumbles,
To serve you as your shield.
Through all that does assail you
But one truth you must fulfill -
When heart or breath does fail you,
Be sure your spirit never will.