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 May 2017 inggo
complexify
pessimist
 May 2017 inggo
complexify
they told me that
i am a pessimist
that i should wear
my positive hat
and not think of malice.

i am very sure that
every pessimist
were once an optimist.


they went through
things that made them
lose hope
and lose their courage
to bravely trust and believe
again.

from the tiniest bit of betrayal
to the biggest act of treason.

i believe no one is born a pessimist.
they were all once, optimists.

hope may be a superficial belief
but it's not as fake as you think it is.
from my opinion, pessimists are scared to hope too high again. including me.
 May 2017 inggo
President Snow
Come and join me
In this side
Of my dream

Come and fly with me
In a world of fantasy

Come and hold me
The way I always longed to be

Come and love me
Madly and sincerely

For tomorrow you'll leave me
Alone, Facing the reality

Leaving the dreamland
And the possibility of you and me
As you  can see, I'm a trying hard to be a poet. Lol
 Apr 2017 inggo
Isabelle
This Girl
 Apr 2017 inggo
Isabelle
There is this girl
Who appears out of nowhere

She looks at me
She smiles at me

A look that cuts straight to my core
Waking up my veins, my body, my soul

A smile that pierces through my heart
like a billion of Cupid’s arrows

On top of the other, one right on the top of the other
Then another on top of the other, arrow after arrow

Straight..
Into..
My soul

Straight..
Into..
My heart

And this is the part of the dream
Where most girls will grab your hand

Where most girls will embrace you
Kiss you, saves you

But this girl isn’t the same
Isn’t the same with most girls

This girl didn’t save me
This girl holds my hand

She smiles again
And asked “are you ready?”

And finally I am
I am ready

She didn’t save me, together we fall
No, we didn’t fall, we jumped

And this is the part of the dream where
as we were falling into each other

I woke up, I woke up
Too bad I woke up

It could be perfect, this girl
But it was just a dream

This girl..
Just a dream..
Because I couldn't sleep. Ugh.
Inspired by This Girl.
 Nov 2016 inggo
Isabelle
Your Lips..
 Nov 2016 inggo
Isabelle
I never thought that the lips
          I love to kiss
Would be the same lips to lie
          And say the word goodbye
Your lips.
 May 2016 inggo
From A Heart
Void
 May 2016 inggo
From A Heart
This is what I feared would happen.
That you would prove me wrong,
And by wrong I mean right.

That all the doubts I had in the beginning,
Would make themselves come true.

That I would set my eyes on you,
And begin to see a glow.

That you would feed off of my emotions,
And make me forget for more than a second,
Black holes don't turn into stars.
But then again, what's wrong with being a black hole?
i already buried my voice a long time ago
when i chose to be a poet
i buried it with words in papers
in ink of pen with blues*

©IGMS
it seems like
im so exhausted
of all the talking
of all the reasoning
of defending myself
so i remained silent
this poem
is not about you

even though
your spirit is in every word
your voice sounds strong
in the halls of my mind
telling me things
I am now sure
I want to know

this poem is
about me

trying to understand
you
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