Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
Hamzah 12h
-
I thought i was done
Having a pillow talk
With my own thoughts

This conversation is end-to-end encrypted
But why does it only have one end?
I thought i was done

I thought
I finally
be able to get some sleep
I thought i no longer needed to be sedated
Although, the sedation needs me to be inhaled.

I thought i can end this episode
Beautifully written as a good romance
I thought it was done.
I thought i was done!

I thought
I thought
I thought
I already had too much to thought
Try reading only the **bold** part out loud
Hamzah 13h
Arms wounded
Hearts burnt
Time heals
*******, isn't it?

Each scars represent
Something with no meaning
Only blood flowing
Like an untamed inundation

Hurting the one you love

Hurting the one i love

Hurting the one

Hurting you

The one you love

The one i love

The one
Hamzah 2d
What's the meaning of deep inhale?
If the tar clings to lung while smoke exhaled
Cancerous
Yet brutally devoured like carnivorous
Venomous
Yet corroding slowly like oxidous

What's the meaning of a sip?
If the alcohol kicks in a dip
True
About being blue
Flew
Up into the sew

What's the meaning of a romance?
If memory leaves as the pain stays
Sorrow
Gone as a throw
Grow
Indisputably slow

What's the meaning of life?
If everything seen is a lie
Null
As it dull
  Dec 16 Hamzah
J
Never weaved dreams with you in it,
but the walls I built tumbled down with you.
Knew there never was a future for us,
and so pined for the clock to be still.

With you gone, darkness encompasses me,
emptiness is all I feel to my bones,
Can't find a reason to go on,
And neither can I give up on this life
Hamzah Dec 16
Life once asked the death
“Why do people hate you but love me?”
She asked him curiously
“It’s simple.”
He answered.
“That’s because i’m the painful truth.
And you are the sweetest lie.”

Life was still curious
“What if there are someone who thinks that i’m the painful lie?”
She asked.
“Than, they would think that i’m the sweetest truth.”
He smiled.

I’ve been taught by my mother
That it’s much better to tell bitterest truth
Than sweetest lie.
It’s much better to be honest.

I’ve grown up and learned something
That sweet lies are things that most people seek.
They learned, they fell, they woke up and they walked
By the things that we knew as sweet lies
Life taught me so.

I’ve grown up and learned something
That most of people were frightened by the bitter truth
They know that things existed
They know that, that bitter truth would come
And they would run away, even though they couldn’t.
Death told me so.

But when life hits me hard once.
I know that beautiful lie aren’t beautiful after all.
So is life.
And that teaches me something that i believe until now.
That death is our best friend.
‘Cause he’ll come to us.
It’s just a matter of time.

I’ve been taught that it’s better to be honest.
But we live in things that contained with lie
And i’ve learned from death.
That he'll never tells the truth even though he is the truth itself.

So if you don’t understand what life is
And what death is.
You won’t be able to understand me.
Neither the words that i'll tell you.

That this might be the last lie
From all the bullcrap that spilled out from my mouth
I don’t love you anymore
And i never do.
Hamzah Dec 16
I used to think that i know love really well.
When i try to be sweet by picking her up.

I used to think that love would cover the mistakes.
Small one, or big one if love is strong enough.

But no, mistake is a mistake. Love is love.

Love is seeing her watching movies.
Smiling and somehow trying to cuddle me.

But no, it's about listen to her words.

Love is sad when she's away.
Missing her around and sometimes call her.
Love is arguing over small things.
And laughing later on.

Love is spending time together.
Sharing poems about future.
Love is expectation. This one is pretty dangerous.

Love will sad when you used to be mad.
Love will cry when your tears dry.
Love will love when you're afraid to leave.
But love will leave when you're in love.
Hamzah Dec 12
Need
Is a strong 4-letter word.
So is love.
Like homophones, those two easily mixed up.
Sometimes those two rhymes.
Next page