Z - Hello Poetry

Z Dec 2016

I was a great mess
and you were a solace

You comforted me in a way
Like you felt the same misery

We were on the same boat
But can never go far

A familiar face and a brief gaiety
That will only remain bizarre

Z Nov 2016

Cold War

A moment of silence with invisible swords,
that is how we burst out,
we speak with no words.

We knew our tongues can make us suffer,
Froze us with the truth behind our cold shoulders,
Wish we need not to utter any anger.

Just like an ice made to melt in our hand,
Let our prides be gone!
Whispered a little prayer, "Please let us both understand."

Z Nov 2016

The Truth

This is me, trying not to cry.
This is me, writing without disguise.

Somewhere along these situations,
I agree I am so good at choosing wrong decisions.

I gravitate to the worst,
I initiate compassion to men without remorse.

Every now and then, I would think
Maybe I was born to give out my self.

I was raised with too much love,
And so I should get my heart torn apart.

Maybe that's my reality, maybe that's my truth.
But then again, No! I must change and enjoy my youth.

Z Nov 2016

Torn

Inside its rib cage,the heart pounds wildly.
Seems like one is about to erupt violently!

This **** situation is making her insane,
*Yes! On the verge at the worst way it can.

He begged her on his knees to take him back,
but when she gave him the chance, he twist the scenes,oh good luck!

She don't even know if she ever really know him,
He's so good with words, he can turn lies into his truths, that's how it seems.

And her reality crushed before her eyes,
She gave this fake human another try.

Now she's doomed, ranging in anger,
*Already consumed and harshly torn, she'll never be the old her.

Z Nov 2016

"The Misunderstood"

The worst tragedy for a poet is to be admired through being misunderstood.
To be labeled as hazy and vague,
that's what they think we should.

They said it is a writer's punishment for having disturbed the reader's peace.
The greater the disturbance,
the greater the possibility of misunderstanding increase.

What they must know, a poet and a writer makes the most unraveled art.*
Ain't like any other artists,
we speak the deepest realms and most truthful parts.

For some, we are irrational people who just don't know how to deal with reality.
They'll demand us to stop this insanity,
because they can never comprehend our inner vitality.

We mean what we write, and it speaks for our **** right!
*To express and to be understood,
which the tongue could not utter and construed.

Just need to write this up!

Z Nov 2016

Good Woman

In my head, I wished to have killed you countless times
Or choked you with a rope made of your lustful desires
You are lucky I chose to be a good woman.

I have spoke to you in righteous ways and told you "back off!"
But you don't seem to understand the word, you really wanna **** me off
You are still lucky I chose to be a good woman.

Yes, I could have dealt with the devil and trade your soul
Good thing this so called "conscience" carves deep to my core
You are so lucky I chose to be a good woman.

You are one lucky girl.