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Jul 2017 · 299
All of it
Krishna Paras Jul 2017
The scattered people outside
The boring noise inside the house
The four sides of my room
And the me who is tired to all of it

As a child,daughther and sister
I'm ready to throw it all
Just to be able to leave in this place
I am tired to all of this

I feel locked in
Even if I want, I can't do anything
Everything in here bores me
A bored feeling that slowly becomes a hatred

I don't want to hate all of you
But you are making me to
Maybe is it because of me?
Or everything happened that involves me?

I'm not being a brat
But I always feel sad
In this house, I don't feel belong
Maybe because the responsibilities are shouting at me?

"You can't escape"
They always told me
But I can
I'll find an another way.

I just want a quiet place
That only me and me will feel safe.
I sometimes love my dramatic side lol
Jul 2017 · 603
A quiet place, please
Krishna Paras Jul 2017
The squattter people outside
The boring noise inside the house
The four sides of my room
And the me who is tired to all of it

As a child,daughther and sister
I'm ready to throw it all
Just to be able to leave in this place
I am tired to all of this

I feel locked in
Even if I want, I can't do anything
Everything in here bores me
A bored feeling that slowly becomes a hatred

I don't want to hate all of you
But you are making me to
Maybe is it because of me?
Or everything happened that involves me?

I'm not being a brat
But I always feel sad
In this house, I don't feel belong
Maybe because the responsibilities are shouting at me?

"You can't escape"
They always told me
But I can
I'll find an another way.

I just want a quiet place
That only me and me will feel safe.
My longest one yet, maybe because I was dramatic when I wrote this?  Anyway it helped me lessen the heaviness in my heart.
Jul 2017 · 312
Trying...
Krishna Paras Jul 2017
I'm trying to be the rhyming Queen
This is the only poem I know from bone to skin
Is writing a poem all about rhyming?
There must be other something?

I want to know...
Are my words worthy to be called poems?
I only write words that I saw
And I see words as gems

I'm still an amateur
To translate my emotions to words
But I can,
Just wish me luck.
I think this is my first "funny" poem HAHAHAH  but I'm serious about improving my writing skills lol
Jul 2017 · 323
Necessity of your words
Krishna Paras Jul 2017
I miss your poems
Words that I hope are mine
Feelings for you are still inclined
Obviously can't get you off my system

Lately, my words are for you
These words that I kept hidden
This world is only my freedom
And I'm not saying this out of boredom
I miss your poems, boy. When will you write again?
Jul 2017 · 477
Anew
Krishna Paras Jul 2017
Hey sadness,
When will you let me move on?
Always by my side
I let my happiness slide.

Autumn leaves
I never seen one before
The withering leaves
Just fall,fall.

I want to feel fire
Overwhelm inside my body
Burn it up, turn it up
Give me a new startup.

A new start
Even if I want, I cannot
But forever we are young
To my dreams and hopes, keep hanging in.
mixed thoughts while raining yesterday
Jul 2017 · 279
I don't know anymore
Krishna Paras Jul 2017
A leader
Would that make me feel better?
A follower
Would that make me look dumber?

I feel dead
I couldn't even take a step
For the tears,stress I shred
You will someday be soothed
This feeling is always with me, I already embraced it.
Jul 2017 · 634
H.
Krishna Paras Jul 2017
H.
How does everytime
You write
I feel fright
Your words
Always circling in my mind

I hate
That my heart is at stake
But again,
I couldn't repent

My invested feelings for years
Built up fears
Not reaching you
Crushes me within

Are we the same?
Do you also feel that?
In my life you came
So you made me pain
When will I get over him, seriously?
Jul 2017 · 369
My First
Krishna Paras Jul 2017
My first
I still feel the thirst
My last?
I don't want this to past

Thoughts that make nonsense
Thinking hard
How will this make sense?
Turning words into art

Am I doing it right?
Do the standards making me look good?
I feel tight
In my eyes, this is all I could

Someone understand
I need a hand
Being dugged up by land...
I must take a stand!
9:58AM - insecurities about publishing my first poem

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