Etelith

Nov 2017

celeste

despair

i’m terrified
because i know
one day i’ll die

not just my body
but my memory
everything that remains of me

one day i’ll truly die
nobody will whisper my name again
and i’ll become

irrelevant

insignificant

unimportant

someday, nobody will think of me ever again
all i was
all i wish i could be
all i will be

will mean nothing.

probably my biggest fear but it's ok bc it's inevitable and i'm coming to terms with knowing that nothing will change when i die.

#depression #fear #death #hopelessness

Etelith Nov 2017

3 am

Years ago, 3 am is the time where she's in her deep sleep. Everything seems peaceful and quiet, maybe she was dreaming about something good so it made her sleep with a slightly up-curved mouth.

Months ago, 3 am is the time where she tossing and turning in her bed. Maybe she was dreaming about something bad that's why she even frown although in her sleep.

Weeks ago, 3 am she was not in her bed, instead, she was dancing in a crowd, drinking with her so-called friends. Trying to fit in them, so she wouldn't feel lonely or being left out.

Days ago, 3 am she was back in her bed, hands over her mouth so she doesn't cry sound, tears flowing down her cheeks and she asked herself "what's wrong with me" but only the silences in the room replied her

Hours ago, 3 am she was laying on her bed gazing out the window. The desolate look on her face broke my heart. Still, she looks peace and quiet. But I know, her heart and mind are going through the same war over and over again.

Now it's 3 in the night,
she was sitting on her bed, missing the old her.

*I kinda miss the old me

#3am

Nov 2017

Akhil Bhadwal

On The Tryst

Once there were two poor souls looking for a friend,
In whom which she can confide, with whom he can have fun
He was living the moment because of her
But she was present there because of him

I was feeling and felling for you,
But you weren't able to have it,
We met many times and have some fun,
And we eat at others on the same tryst.

I was digging in deeper,
But you were barely scratching the surface,
Yes we were crying and yelling at the same time,
But still she thought, maybe, I was lying

He never understood and probably never will,
Why she looked she never will be there to be with
She kept speaking just her heart out but he wasn't clear,
Was he on a tryst? Or was it just a friendly affair

...What can I say more...about Love...

#love #romance #feelings #emotions #relationship #heartbreak #heartache #boyfriend #girlfriend

Etelith Nov 2017

Knife

The light is bright and sharp,
Like the love I gave to you,
bright but sharp,
sharp like a knife,
but I never hurt you,
so I always cut myself in the end.

Etelith Nov 2017

Never the First

I always wonder,
How do I even end up in second or way back behind,
Although I already tried my best to stay at first.

Don't you think it's hurt?
That you drop from the first choice and
then to second/third/fourth,
way back behind.

In the end,
you become none.

Sad to say,
but by the end,
no one actually gives a **** to you.

People won't ask you for opinion, options, permission.
You're not just their number 1,
You always end up as second choice or way back behind

Nov 2017

Ariadne

Autobiography

I have a little black book
Inside are names
Names of those I know
Some I love
Some I onced loved
Some I came to despise
Every time I open the book
It makes me sad
Most of these names
I haven't spoken to in years
Some I barely remember
Sometimes I add new names
Not as often as I used to
And every time I do
A light shines inside
Before being extinguished
Once again
As I close my little black book
A little black book full of me

Nov 2017

stylesclash

broken glass

there is no need
to punish some people
when they do wrong
for they are already broken,
and that is like stomping on glass
after it has shattered

even careful hands
may get cut piecing together
the shards with the glue of
love and poetry, but that
is what it takes.