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Koh Pei Yi Jan 2017
A group a fist and a stick,
Those are memories of the weak,
Alone afraid but with the stick,
She could masked the weakness in deceit.
Koh Pei Yi Jan 2017
The need to feed,
On the acceptance of each;
I urge to feed,
The trusting voice they preach.
Koh Pei Yi Jan 2017
What people forgotten to teach about love,
Was that love can heal but love can hurt,
When love is here but love has strain,
Who to hurt the pain they bear?
What the world forgot to teach,
Was the escape they can seek,
When love is here but love has strain,
Who to turn to but the stick?
Koh Pei Yi Jan 2017
A huff of anger,
I puff the smoke,
We wont be together,
Those words you spoke,
Puff the smoke,
While my heart broke,
Trying to cope.
These barren hopes.
Koh Pei Yi Jan 2017
We shared everything,
Your clothes my bed,
Your heart my love,
You said I am everything;
Her clothes your bed,
Your lips to hers,
You lied to me,
I share a kiss,
With a stick,
Whiff of your lips,
Lingers with me.
Koh Pei Yi Jan 2017
All the times you were my happiness,
Those warm fingers that were linked between mine,
But now a long stick of emptiness,
Your lips no longer to mine,
Wishing for a breath of forgetfulness,
My lips drew a thin line
Koh Pei Yi Jul 2016
I mourn the loss. I bury you underneath the soil beneath the earth- the past the present and the future.

You are like the flower I adore, budding and blossoming, pollinating and withering, but there is only one you. As your petals fall your body wilting, you lay still as colors fades into dullness, I mourn the loss.

I mourn the loss. The brain the body and the soul. Your eyes they blink, your mouth they smile now replaced by once upon a time- you were once alive.

I bury you in the abyss of my mind with the trace of your life you left in my heart. When the rain pours as the wind howl, my tears will mimics the raindrops on my face and I will wail along together with the death of my drowning sane. I mourn the loss.

I mourn the loss of what could have been the forevermore but with death comes life.

I bury you underneath the soil beneath the earth- the past the present and the future. A life will emerge from remains of the loss. But before that I will mourn, the loss of all there was to it.

I will mourn.
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