Jane - Hello Poetry

May 2015

Kuah Yee Han

Alright

***** depression, I've a confession to make
I was in a recession, now there's a rap session to take
Homeland protection, rhymes are fashion, none's the same
Infectious infection, it needs your attention as well as the fame
What I'm doing is passive aggression, don't bother with oppression
This is just my obsession, a crime, or rather a transgression

I doubt you know what half of those words meant
Here's a tip, that was me laughing at those curses you sent
I'm Batman, you're the Two-Faced Harvey Dent
Pay your rent, repent while I continue my ascent
Towards the top of the world, 100%, my content you resent
To a certain extent, this was made with a caustic intent.

These are my lines, so don't bother trying to reinvent.

Jane May 2015

Deja vu

Could you pass me those cigarettes,
So I can smoke this pain away,
My death is seen well preset,
There should be no delay.

Drown my thoughts with your flame,
I think I'm the one to blame,
To you I brought upon shame,
And this was just a little game.

Cut my bleeding heart in two,
Your name written on it like tattoo,
We feels like a long lost deja vu,
And now my lungs are imbue.

All of these calm waves tonight,
I'd tell myself it'll be alright,
All I'll have to do is close my eyes,
And bid the world goodbye.

I prefer drugs over you

#love #suicide #depression

Jane May 2015

I waited

Sometimes I wonder,
The times we would've been together.

I picture you and I,
On Sundays by the beach in the cold weather.

I imagine us,
Stargazing at night with me in your arms tighter.

But I waited and waited.
Every inch of every hour,
On steps to your front door,
In portraits I drew of you,
On benches we sat in parks,
At classes we used to have,
Through wretchedly rainy days,
Under my blankets late at night,
In my sleepless nights of dreams,
Right to the places you've sang to me,
Left to the days you were still with me.

But you left.
You were gone.
You were never coming back.
Because I watch you lay there,
With your hands so still,
buried underground.

To death

#love #depression #death #gone

Jane May 2015

Him

Those eyes so mesmerizing,
Deep brown core so paralyzing,
Those lips look breathtaking,
My nerves shoot electrifying.

Arms high looking hot veins,
A body like making you insane,
Two times hotter than butane,
Nothing with him is plain.

His voice raspy and deep,
His smirk with so sweet,
Strumming guitar like heat,
An image you won't delete.

For him,

#love #boy #hot