kimin

kimin May 2018

i could walk to places,
i'd meet a lot of people,
among million faces, my eyes encountered,
yours the best, favourable, preferred.
it consists of uneven lids, and that's okay,
perfection doesn't define,
your beauty, symmetry looks strange to me.
rosy cheeks, lips opened emphasises the sweet sweet smile, one drugged me with happiness.
so i began, one, two,
counting moles littered on you,
prominent one, faded one,
one hugging your nose,
one kissing the side of your lips.
my favourite,
the one holding your soft cheek.
It caresses you always,
I like to pretend its me, holding on to you
so dearly.
Tiny specks of beauty,
enhanced soft angelic physiognomy.
No one can hold on to you stronger,
Than those moles,
Forever rid my somber.

- kimin

This took me lot longer to write. Writing it with the person in mind and choosing the words carefully and correctly makes it more special to me.

#moles #beauty #mark #love

kimin May 2018

rain

rain

Whenever it rains, it reminds me of you.
One of our conversation were made about rain.
I told you how i was scared
of thunder and the dark and you comfort me.

- ponder

it was raining and it inspired me to fill in the blank spaces.

#rain #love #him #you

May 2018

emnabee

The secret life of poets

The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.

A little escape from the madness.
Or maybe, into.

#secret #life #poets

kimin May 2018

mermaid

mermaid

i was happy,
my soul intoxicated euphorically
i get to talk to you, get to see you smile
my mind
It etched portraits of us
every sadness in me,
my mind ostracised
just by seeing your tall figure.
that one fight, that one fault.
i regret it till this day,
nothing was the same after that,
i wish i could swim away from this,
make you forget,
a tale of mermaid being turned to bubbles,
that's what I imagined.
I hurt you, i disappointed you.
I should turn to sea bubbles, popped when being touched,
soft and harmless,
that way, i know
I won't hurt you,
because everytime i try to carress you,
smile definitely paints on your face
i disappear,
but with your smile
captured on my last glance.

- kimin

to him

#mermaid #love #hurt #bubble

May 2018

LS

fall in love with a poet

when a poet falls in love with you
you can never die
they will notice the way
you rub your palms and look down
when someone is angry at you
and the way you smirk
as you pull away from a kiss

they will notice how you can't sleep
without your body touching someone else's
how you never crease any pages of books
and how you close your eyes when you dance in your kitchen
with your record player on

they will find all of the words
that they see you as
and turn them into something beautiful

people say you die twice
once when you stop breathing
and when someone says your name
for the last time

if you fall in love with a poet
they will never stop
mentioning your name
you will be alive
for eternity

#love #poet #poetry

kimin May 2018

Dark dark

Dark place, dark room.
Mindless thoughts, overwhelmed her.
She tries to escape, to get rid of it.
It's an endless maze, one after the other.

She rocks back and forth,
To find solace in the moment
She whispers 'It will all be okay'
Honestly, when will it be?

Surrounded by a lot of people,
Chattering and laughters resonates the halls
She joins in with the crowds,
But that is just it, she joins but she felt far, she falls.

How is it possible to be lonely in a place filled with a lot of people?
She felt pain in her whenever she forced herself to smile
She kept telling her friend 'I wanna get out of here'
But that friend could only offer words of comfort through text as she suffer.

It was the time she recollects her dark past that made her like this,
She kept seeing everything in dark red lights,
A burden, on everyone around her, mind fights
So she kept quiet, putting a happy mask first.

2 weeks gone by, 3 weeks gone by.
Eventually it became a month.
She kept hoping her dark thought fly,
For now, she cast a bright front.

- ponder

When depression becomes your only friends.

#mind #thought #dark #depression