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  Apr 14 Izan Almira
Kezexxe
If life could be more simple,
                Maybe my heart wouldn't be so brittle,
                         If happiness didn't come with a cost,
                                                            Maybe I wouldn't always be so lost,
               And if dreams didn't exist,
Maybe life wouldn't be so hard to resist.
  Apr 14 Izan Almira
Richard Smith
Take this life away from me
I don’t want it anymore
The pain is just too much to bear
It runs into my core
Emotional and real
Why does no one listen
When I tell them how I feel
My life is pain and anguish
Physical and not
I’m waiting slowly dying
For the final breath to leave me
For the end of all my suffering
Izan Almira Apr 14
It pierced me with a loud blast,
demolishing the barricades I had built around my
heart made of glass.

It swept in through my weakest spot,
and tore down the walls I had built around myself.
After a few weeks, I stopped feeling the ache
but the hole the bullet left was relentless;
an unfading scar.
One of my best poems EVER. It's old but I still love it. I came up with it when I was like 13 at like 3am.
  Apr 13 Izan Almira
Lost Indeed
I miss her close, her warmth and grace,
And how the world would halt in place.
Her laughter blessed my darkest hours,
Her inner strength a bloom of flowers.

I miss her smile, my secret spark,
That danced through days and lit the dark.
The way she say my name,
So soft, so sure, yet never the same.

Her voice—it rose, a silver stream,
It stirred the clouds, it forgave my sins.
The heavens leaned to catch her tone,
And I, below, felt less alone.
I swear the sky turned into colors bright,
Her song then became all the light.
The stars bent down to hear her voice—
And in that sound, my heart found his choice.

I miss you... Too long with no see,
Love like hers still sings in me.
T
  Apr 13 Izan Almira
Lost Indeed
He prayed for her pain so she’d crawl to his side,
While I prayed for her joy and love of all kinds.
He needed her broken to feel he was whole—
I wanted her shinning, with peace in her soul.

He loved her for him, for control, for his gain,
I loved her for her, through hardships and rain.
He smiled at her failure, a mask in disguise—
While I bled in silence, still wishing her skies.

For what kind of love would dance on her tears?
Rejoice in her downfall or feed of her fears?
I prefer to be lonely, with grief as my chain,
Than ever be cause of her fall or pain.
He prayed for you to fail...
A cruel vile beast
Creeps within me

This beast
Carries a disease

It sulks and cries
It looks me in the eyes

With a heart covered in vines
It carries vengeance deep inside
It sprouted a tree
From the depths of my memories

It infects me
Living within my chest
Changing my heart
Polluting the stream of my blood

The vines and branches,
Grow from the tree
Wrapping around my organs
My body
Squeezing me

Tighter

Tighter

Bones crack




My breath weakens
My heart numbs
My brain on auto-drive

My eyes pop from my sockets
As my vision blurs—


Paralyzed body—


Disease filled body—


At last the tree and I become one

In my reflection I see
The beast is me
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