ConstantEscape

ConstantEscape Nov 2014

Hooked

After we have been hurt once,
we are extra careful
with who we let in to our hearts
and who we build walls around.

Our hearts get confused,
our heads get muddled.

Our thoughts are filled,
our feelings a little tired.

Sometimes we don't want to fall in love
but we are dying to fill
that abyss in our hearts
that have been dug in our past.

So we f

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anyway.

We fall in love
with the quiet boy
and hope he is not too noisy.

We fall in love
with the poet
and hope he doesn't
write us in stanzas.

We fall in love
with the reader
and hope he doesn't
bend our spine.

We fall in love
with the ****
and hope he doesn't
play us too far.

We fall in love
with the computer geek
and hope he doesn't
decode us to one and zeros.

We fall in love
with our best friend
and hope that we love him
for more than he is.

But no matter what
we are still hooked to you,
the one boy
who broke our heart.

ConstantEscape Nov 2014

Boys

Don't fall for the boy
who has another girl
even if he says
he loves you more.

Don't fall for the boy
who is hooked to another girl
even if he lights up your world.

Don't fall for the boy
who lives on the other side of the world
even if he says that
you'll make it through.

Don't fall for the boy
who collect girls
on the tips of their fingers.

Don't fall for boys
who have to think
about being with you.

Don't fall for boys
who you have already
fallen for once before.

Don't fall for boys.

Don't fall in love at all.

ConstantEscape Oct 2014

Untitled

I don't think it is fair
how I romanticise a poem
about a boy who
broke my heart

ConstantEscape Oct 2014

History Shaker or Star Gazer?

All my life I've doubted my identity,
confused and muddled between
what type of life to lead.

Should it be an extra ordinary one,
where no one would
forget my name - it would be
scribbled on books with hearts.

But I realised I don't speak enough
present myself
as I hide behind the shadows
of who I should have been.

Should I be a dreamer, a star gazer
looking and paying attention
to every thing but not saying a word?

But I realised I am way too loud
to ever be so silent.

And I guess, I'm just going to
lead this extraordinary life,
an ordinary way.

the title struck me as i scrolled past, thanks for the inspiration!

ConstantEscape Oct 2014

her (a poem you never wrote when you left me)

crammed in her eyes were tears
her gaze, never landing on me.
she knew what i was going to say.
she knew what i was going to do.

i know she loved me
widely and deeply
but i could never love her
ever quite the same way.

her eyes sparkled when she saw me
her lips curled when she looked away
but she was too scared of loosing me
and truthfully, a little mundane.

she smelt of my childhood
and tasted of utopia but
by the time i realised that
i knew it was ending.

she spoke of escape and things
that would never ever happen
she was a dreamer and all i want to be
is just her dream

that's all i'll ever be.
i think i broke her heart.

ConstantEscape Oct 2014

Maybe

Maybe something in me triggered
and I am convinced that I would
be spending the rest of my life alone.

Maybe that is why I push away
every single person in my life
that might probably be good.

Maybe my life has gone down
ever since that happened but
I just can't seem to be bothered.

Maybe it is just a phase and
sooner or later, I'd want them back
but maybe then, it'd be too late.

Maybe the truth is, I've finally
seen the bad in people and I
just cannot accept what I see.

Maybe this is all the world
has to offer, maybe this is
as good as it gets.

Maybe this *****.
This *****.

ConstantEscape Oct 2014

What is this world we live in?

In this world we live in
countries celebrate and glorify
the accomplishment of
exceeding a cellphone's broadband.

I understand this means
the country is developing
but it also says a lot
about who we are now.

WHERE HAS HUMANITY GONE TO?

What happened to written letters
or sad goodbyes
with sloppy kisses
and a promise to never forget?

What happened to the urgency
to see someone after a long time
rather than see them online,
pretending they are here?

Where is the human warmth
in spending a dinner together
without a single person
touching their mobile phones?

WHAT HAPPENED TO HUMANITY?
WHY ARE WE CELEBRATING THIS?

As technology goes up,
humanity goes down.

I think you can say,
humanity is inversely proportioned
to technology.