You never know how strong you are.
Until being strong is the only choice you have.
The only choice you had.
You give but they grab.
He may never appreciate what you have.
But there's someone who does.
You just don't notice.
Realise that not every guy has a motive.
This is all part of me.
I guess I'll try and see.
Put this in my diary.
Inspire me.
You never know how strong you are.
Until being strong is the only choice you have.
The only choice you had.

I look at you
I see my past, my present my future
I look at you
I see the one, my current, my last
I look at you
I see your smile, your hair, your pretty eyes
I look at us
I feel my heart, its beats, as if it was alive

You brought light to my dark room
You brought sun where only the moon was known
I was blind but now i can see
You have awaken me
You gave me love

I thought i had chosen you
but turns out it was my soul all along
destiny put you in my way
that's why it didn't take too long

Now that I know you I won't let you go
because I see my past, my present, my future
Now that I know you nothing will ever be the same
because I see the one, my current, my last.

If you could hug yourself,
would you do it?
For the pain you feel within,
is understood no better by others
than you.
Have you ever cried tears of blood
and felt that the heart is full of tears,
instead?
And you are still living,
questioning yourself,'is this existence or survival'?
Whatever it is, you don't care.
You see no difference.
You don't actually see at all.
You are blank.
Everything is black.
That black, which has every colour in it.
Will you be able to find a rainbow in it?
Will you be able to find a 'lost you'?
Will you recognize your own avatar?
Will you even try?
When you find 'yourself', what will you do?
Will you hug 'yourself'?

-@poetry_bhaskardhakal

I've been hanging by a thread
     Just d    
                a
                  n
                   g
                     l
                       i                        
                        n
                          g
               in the    w  i  n  d
         Endlessly tossed around
                        T
                     w
                        i
                     s
                       t
                    e
                      d

                again and again

      There's no one to let me down
              So I'll just have to
                      
                          d
                        
                          r
  
                          o

                          p

           And when I hit the ground
                It will all finally

                           stop.







         You're there holding my hand
            Before letting me fall
         Until you don't understand
          Why you're with me at all

            So you look in my eyes
         As you finally let go of me
         And you whisper goodbye
           as you set my hand free

            The last thing I hear
         Is the sound of your cries
         I'm hit with your last tear
          Right before I finally die

I know I'm odd, I'm aware that I'm strange
But your ***** looks and harsh words won't make me change
I'm merely a person, I mean you no harm
But I'm cursed with awkwardness, you're blessed with charm

I admit that I'm weird, I know I seem strange
But you look at me like I'm a dog that has mange
I'm just trying to live the way that I see fit
So why do you try to make me feel like ****?

I'm proud that I'm different. I gloat that I'm strange
I enjoy the obscure way my life is arranged
I feel sorry for you, because you're a bore
When I see your-dull-self I just can't help but snore

And yes, I'm quite strange. And I'm such a riot!
My lips are so anxious, my mouth can't keep quiet
I live as I please, and I love who I am
If you don't like me, I don't give a ****

19 | 31 Poems for August

The light in her hazel-brown eyes is the kind that gets people mesmerized.
I’ve fallen deeply for the words from a lady who creates love with a simple touch of a pen.
She made me realise that true beauty starts from within.
She is my muse, my friend, my lover.
She is my inspiration and for that I love her.
Life tastes better on the curves and edges of her lips.
Her love is the scripture that my heart believes in.
Her love is never enough; I’m always left yearning for more.
In a world ravaged by cold wars, we both know what we’re fighting for.
Nobody should ever come between us because there will be war.
I want to be the unforgettable poem written on the pages of her soul.
I want to be the poem that will always make her heart warm and whole.
No one’s perfect but she’s perfect for me.
Her love is the scripture that my heart believes in.
I want to escape from the cold, I want to nestle myself deep inside her soul.
The light in her hazel-brown eyes breaks through the darkest of clouds that always seem to surround me.
The light in her hazel-brown eyes has me mesmerized.
I could write poetry forever with the inspiration our love provides.

i can only do what i can do
what inspiration tells me to
writing it down without thinking it through
i believe that's the way to be true

i can only see what i can see
the burning flame inside of me
letting it pour out and letting it be
i believe that's the way to be free