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Aug 2023 · 279
Sunsetz
Xanny Riddle Aug 2023
A trace of light,
behind the curtain window.
An existence of life
under the willow.
The smell you left
on the yellow pillow.
It maim me deep,
even it's shallow.

They call me naive,
And hollow.
Please call me, Naive-
I am in sorrow.
Right here where you left me,
got nothing to follow.

Still under the willow,
laying beside your pillow.
Jan 2023 · 90
So this is infinite
Xanny Riddle Jan 2023
I fall in love with you every single day.
Every time I wake up, I fall in love.
Even in my dreams, you give me yellow butterflies.
There's something about you that I don't understand.
I can feel the stars in your voice.
It makes a happy man happier.

Now I understand what it feels to be infinite.
Thank you, April
Poetry
Dec 2021 · 88
She is
Xanny Riddle Dec 2021
She is December.
A zephyr of melancholy maim you.
Thee who bleed in the name of love—
The vessel of the abyss contains thy blood.

She turned twenty.
A lunula, an agony and bliss.
One should fall into the sea,
One will shine for thee.

She is December.
She decided to be moonless—
She's the end and she'll start all over again.

Braver, stronger— smarter
Hello, December.
Xanny Riddle Sep 2021
Twenty sixteen it is.
Vivid evocation
That's what this is all about.
I remember a girl,
too fool to fall in me.
But it's the first time
I ever felt loved by someone.
You were the best.
But I can't comprehend;
Too young for love;
Too dumb for life.
The day I left you, a hyacinth grew at top of my head.
Now it blooms all over my grave.
Apr 2021 · 105
When would it be?
Xanny Riddle Apr 2021
When will it be? The day that I would stop breathing, my skin would pale. When would it be? Is it tomorrow? Maybe now while I'm typing this letter. I can't answer it time will always tell when would that be. It can be either death will let you know that you're on a death bed, or you're just gonna end up dead, clueless. While having this kind of thought, probably someone in this world only got a second to live. And here I am wondering, when would time be? It's funny because for the past few days. Five days to exact, I had a good life. I've lived a life where I make jokes to my grandma, still lazy, but ain't depressed. And now I just saw a post that Helen Mccrory died, cancer it is. The killing machine of this world. A night like this makes me want to live. That's why I can't sleep because I'm afraid that I won't be going to wake in the morning. Probably because I always wake up in the afternoon. It is a joke. Please laugh. But seriously, death is inevitable. It is the same fate that everyone shares. Even Klaus Mikaelson can relate. There's this line of Klaus that pops in my head "What if there's nothing after this, no peace, just darkness?" What if that's how it ends? That'll be, I don't know. I don't know. I guess we are all victims of this life that they gave us. So let's live life while we can embrace the pain, enjoy the moment because death is certain, and after it is not.
But always remember that let time tells when would that be. So don't **** yourself. We are perfectly made into this Imperfect world to live an imperfect life. So be it. Don't waste it for just another lonely night.
Mar 2021 · 134
Mia piccola strega
Xanny Riddle Mar 2021
My fire inside turns blue--
She said it's the warmest,
Yet, I only feel loneliness.
More like dead
Unalive fed with lies--
Bet everything for my favorite vice.
Things didn't go well since we cut off our ties.
Maybe this is how it ends living a life with those beautiful lies.
May we meet again, my little witch.
Jan 2021 · 96
Thoughts
Xanny Riddle Jan 2021
Life is still wonderful even it's *****
Xanny Riddle Jan 2021
Your lies ***** me
You laugh and keep on laughing
Your soul is only already had a binding spell intertwined with his.
As you shake your potions and wave your wand. I, the one who is called the wicked one is afraid of the next spell that'll spill into the thorny tongue of yours. But then a flashy vivid light catches my eyes it carries all yellow and grey memories of ours.
Then the next spell you cast entered my body. It hurts, it hurts— Why? Why?
This more than death. This eternal misery. A spell that only have one loophole, a reverse spell, the spellcaster must die. In exchange for my freedom— At that moment I know that death is the only option I have. Avada Kedavra
Jan 2021 · 94
It's okay to say I'm okay
Xanny Riddle Jan 2021
It's 4 AM
A few minutes ago it started
this unsure feeling that keeps on spreading.
Sometimes it's okày to say I'm okay
If you are not sure on what you feel.
Ring... Ring..
It is nostalgic—
It made me pick up my blanket
and wrap myself.
Stares at my ceiling
and did try not imagine.
But it keeps coming
the pain
the memories
then followed by numbness.
And then pain, memories, and numbness.
Then pain, memories and numbness
It's been awhile I was posting my poems on wattpad.
Follow me @dresseya
Xanny Riddle Nov 2020
Hey lana,

There's four corner in my room.
I was in the middle, fighting at midst
of a war between my mind and life.
Crawling, shouting, asking for help trying to reach someone's arm.
But end up being beaten by mind--

No one can help me.
I'm like at all the bottom of a swamp but I'm not drowning because even the water can't fill the void inside of me, checkmate buddy.
I'm dead inside
all I need to do is to literally die.

A bullet in my head,
marked by your name, lana.
You save me, in this four corner room.
You sat with me the middle.
Listening every thoughts in my head.
Giving words and transparency.
Making me comfortable, helping me ease the pain, and becoming my friend.
But in the end I know that it has to be ended.
I need to remove the bullet and heal myself.

Thank you, Cristina Castellana.
May we meet again
Oct 2020 · 64
the irony of life
Xanny Riddle Oct 2020
I don't how or why it happened
but for real it *****--
the world is turning around up side down
making fun of me.
The audacity of life for giving me this irony.
*******-- I'm happy and yet you torture me silently.
Giving me this kind misery
that makes me think if this is the reality
or it is just still some sort of mystery.
*******-- for making me make this poetry.
I hate it, I really hate it.
I, who loved her first is having the little portion her life.
And you, you have her time, *******, I hate you, we both draw,
shares a same birthday-- in love with the same girl.
*******, please make her happy, please.
I hate you, bro.
But I'm happy both you.
Oct 2020 · 52
L
Xanny Riddle Oct 2020
L
Sometimes I feel bad,

when I'm happy,

because I know,

I'm supposed to be lonely,

and live an entire misery.
Xanny Riddle Oct 2020
The moon always leaves me hanging into its shady part, maria.
I ask her does it hurt when you're not full.
Because I can feel your pain here at your seas--
it makes me feel gray and wants to brighten you up.
But I'm just a meteor that landed and left you a scar--
shattered into pieces and melted by your fire.
Now I am part of you
but as a bittersweet scar.
Oct 2020 · 50
easily replaced
Xanny Riddle Oct 2020
I am here near the surface of the sea.
Seeing her passing in a serene sea.
As she flees away, I start chasing.
Hoping for a wave to push me to get faster.
But there is no wave that will help.
I need to move faster the ship is sailing away.
But I guess she's heading at the east  to meet another Sol
that will rise at six.
Oct 2020 · 53
reality, it sucks
Xanny Riddle Oct 2020
hmm, yeah, another night to start pretending that everything is okay.  Another night to start asking whys, another night to suffer.
Another night to miss her.
another night--
another night
another night
another night to feel okay
another night to become numb
another night to bother somebody because of this another night.
another night to choke myself
another night to fail
another night try to **** myself again
another night to fail again
another night to write
another night **** things up
another ****** up night
another breathless night
another night
Oct 2020 · 65
Potangina ayoko na
Xanny Riddle Oct 2020
Tangina ang sakit ahahahahahahah
Xanny Riddle Oct 2020
"Inaalala ang araw
Na kumikinang
Ganoon ako tuwing nakikita ka;
Aking liwanag sa dilim"
----
"Naaalala mo pa
Ang mga araw na masamit
Nung tayo'y magkasama?
Abot ang ngiti sa malayong bituin

Kumusta ka?
Okay ka lang?
Pagod ka na yata
Sa katorpehan ng tao
O baka naman sa akin pala"
It is a song by geiko, Filipino artists.
Oct 2020 · 62
orbit of life
Xanny Riddle Oct 2020
Didn't know that moon can change its own orbit;
because now she's giving light on another planet.
Oct 2020 · 79
Demonyo
Xanny Riddle Oct 2020
Patulogin mo ko
Oct 2020 · 50
we were us
Xanny Riddle Oct 2020
happy  1 year and 5 months
Oct 2020 · 59
all colors are black
Xanny Riddle Oct 2020
I saw someone wearing red--
and shine like gold, smiles like silver.
Moods are blue but it can be yellow.
He lays in a greeny yard but feels gray inside.
He thought of violet-like it is a garden.
He ate orange to feel alive--
but the sky is pink.
It reminds him of her.
His tears flow upon his tan skin
and the sky starts to get darker.
Clouds starting to turn into ash--
And every color turns black.
So if the combination of all colors is black.
So is the emotion.
Oct 2020 · 44
Eclipse
Xanny Riddle Oct 2020
"Sun and moon aren't meant to be together."
They're flawed and blessed;
They shine together at six,
be separated at eight.
One shine so bright--
The other one shines through his light.
One is whole all the time-
The other one depends on what night she has.
Sunkissed can burn you,
but for her, it gave her life.
And Sol loves to give her light until the day they meet again.
But the apocalypse came--
And both of them didn't shine for golden dawn again.
I already posted this one back then but this time I recreate it.
Xanny Riddle Sep 2020
I wanna take drugs
ain't to cure my depression.
But to make me forget of all this ****
that makes me more vulnerable and sick.
I wanna overdose myself feel
the life and death situation.
And if I'm not lucky to die;
I wish it'll make forget every **** that
I and this world did.
Amnesia--
Amnesia--
let me get one.
I want some.
I need some amnesia in my life.
I would embrace it more than my flaws.
**** society.
******* STUPID ME.
Sep 2020 · 45
As we
Xanny Riddle Sep 2020
We're afraid, yes we are, the one is afraid to be left, the other one is afraid to leave. But, as we, we are afraid to love again,
Sep 2020 · 42
Untitled
Xanny Riddle Sep 2020
I keep on dying everytime, I'm worthless for her
Sep 2020 · 39
.
Xanny Riddle Sep 2020
.
another day to wonder what death looks like
Xanny Riddle Sep 2020
Soon my body will get cold and I wish you are there at the den or just a window to stare at your daily life. I wish you can hear me even tho I'm far away. I wish there's a pillow whenever I hug I can feel what you feel, so we can share it together. I wish I can tell you how much I love you before I go. I wish Mr. Morningstar will make me suffer thru your breathe that whispers into my ears. So that I can suffer happily, adios, mi amor.
Sep 2020 · 51
wala lang
Xanny Riddle Sep 2020
patayin niyo nako
Xanny Riddle Aug 2020
Hey, I think I'm dying literally--
didn't know if I'm overthinking or it's indeed a taste of death.
Either way, I want to live and never leave.
But if the reaper cuts my throat and rips my heart.
I want you to know I will die happy knowing that she loved me.
Aug 2020 · 700
Walang liwanag sa dilim
Xanny Riddle Aug 2020
Ba't ganon pag pinili **** maging masaya.
Sasabihin nila na parang lahat ay iyong binalewala.
Pero pag pinili mo maging malungkot sasabihin naman nila paawa ka.
Kasi sa mundong ito pag mali ka bawal mo nang itama.
Kelangan mo nalang mabuhay at huminga pasanpasan ang
ang mga kasalanan na hindi pwedeng bitawan.
Habang naglalakad sa daan na  walang kataposan.
Na kahit na ang kamatayan ang mag husga
ang iyong kasalan parin kanilang maalala.

Kahit isubuo mo ang pagbabago at kabutihan
hinding hindi magiging matamis ang lasa ng mapait na katotoohanan.
Isa kang makasalanan.
Aug 2020 · 158
Bangungot na aking pangarap
Xanny Riddle Aug 2020
Pwede mo kong saktan
Pwede mo kong iwan
Pwede mo rin ako saktan;
sabay iwànan.
Basta yun ang ikakasaya mo
kahit ano para lang sa kasiyahan mo.
Ikinagagalak kong mamatay sa kamay ng isang tulad mo.
Aug 2020 · 57
Ngiti
Xanny Riddle Aug 2020
Gusto ko sanang matulog ngunit mas masarap ang mamatay.
Aug 2020 · 50
Eclipse
Xanny Riddle Aug 2020
"Sun and moon aren't meant to be together."
They're flawed and blessed;
They shine together at 6
be separated at 8.
One shine so bright--
The other one shines through his light.
One is whole all the time-
The other one depends on what day she has.
Sunkissed can burn you,
but for her, it gave her life.
And the sun loves to give her light until the day they will meet again.
Aug 2020 · 59
strange
Xanny Riddle Aug 2020
Love is strange but life is much stranger.
We let go of someone we because it's what society said.
Life is  strange good and bad exist.
So we always need to choose and there is always a choice.
And it gets stranger when we regret what we chose even
though it is right.

Maybe love is strange like when every time we think if aliens are real or why our sole is the only part we can tickle that can cause itchiness and laughter.
Xanny Riddle Aug 2020
A paint full of flaws
colorful, chaotic, and horrendous flaws.

Ink bottle shattered into canvas, so I pause.
This suppose to be lovely work,
so I asked myself, why it has a thousand holes.
Expensive brushes, expensive cloth
good intension, brilliant thought.
Clumsy hands; fingers fault--
Brushes up colors down,
cover-up,
don't let it drown
until it's dawn?--
until it's dawn

and wait for the sun to paint it up.
And your flawed work will brighten up.
It can be yellow, white, or blue.
It can be chaotic or look good as you.
But it will never be called a horrendous paint again--
and that is true.
-xanny riddle©
please don't plagiarise and enjoy reading.
Have a great day.
Aug 2020 · 49
Love is still superior.
Xanny Riddle Aug 2020
I love her I can even conquer my fear for her.
I can hike with her even I'm afraid of height.
I remember, I did my best to comfort her while we're riding
on a twenty kilometer per hour Ferris wheel
and almost one hundred feet high.
I love her, I can die knowing she loves me too.
Jul 2020 · 50
Tinted
Xanny Riddle Jul 2020
I wish you could see me into this thick tinted window,
watching you pass through it.
It *****, and every night is a sorrow--
Xanny Riddle Jul 2020
Bukang bibig nanaman ng aming bubong ang himig ng ulan.
Binibigkas ang iyong pangalan;
tila lungkot nanaman ang aking naramdaman.
Hinahanap ang iyong yakap at lambing--
habang naka tingen sa ulap na itim.
Lungkot at kakalungan ako'y iyong lubayan.
Masyado ng tahimik kelangan ko ang iyong himig.
Xanny Riddle Jul 2020
A once called winter soldier
A mouse inside my fist crawling all over my body.
Calling upon my winter soldier who is solitude to fight.
And I can't cease it to exist--
I once called a cold-hearted warlock,
I wish that will never come back.
Jul 2020 · 60
Solid rocks and pebbles
Xanny Riddle Jul 2020
Solid rocks and pebbles;
barefoot and naked eyes.
The breeze of the sea touch upon his skin.
A smell of your den-- coming from a nine-mile yon away.
As he calls thy name- you left him with another thorny mile away.
You made him run so far away--
up and down into your lovely glen.
As he reaches the lea and saw a brae.
And his naked eyes turn into a serene sea.
(And the breeze of the sea that touch upon his skin finds a den where he can let it go away)
Jul 2020 · 46
It was only just a dream
Xanny Riddle Jul 2020
I dreamed about you
I thought it's was real--
I thought we're wearing
a crescent moon again.
But the time I woke up it all fades
and I wish I can go to sleep again
and dream about you, my little witch.
My girl and I broke up last night.
Jul 2020 · 67
Dawn
Xanny Riddle Jul 2020
Dawn is near, my love -- I hope I can see you for another sunrise.
Shine like a sun smile like a moon.
Jul 2020 · 50
W
Xanny Riddle Jul 2020
W
Hey, my little witch; a curse that is too much to handle.
We gonna live with it forever the mark of it will remind us.
How horrible this curse made us separate. How I wish this rainbow between us makes you smile.
O my Alizea, I hope you'll make an amazing and wonderful life.
It ***** that sooner or later your laugh will cease to exist but always lives inside my heart.
This isn't a poem anymore how I wish I can make you another lovely poem.
Just like what I always said, " Love is still superior".
I hope you love yourself more than you love me.
I promise if ever our heart meets again-- We will do all our promises together.
For now, live a life without a curse tingling inside your heavenly soul.
May we bloom and meet again, my little witch.
Jul 2020 · 55
Dzre
Xanny Riddle Jul 2020
Love is a big lie-- no one wants to die with you nor can accept your nightmare self. Dark side sky, the troubling sea-- reflects the light of a rumbling sky at three. Terrible thee-- drinking a cold coffee in the mid of autumn twenty-twenty. Your watch becomes blurry because of a cold-breeze of the bitter eve.
Xanny Riddle Jul 2020
For Zea,

I am the wicked warlock into the woods--
Which chose to be silently in love with a short-haired poetess wizard.
We were poles apart from beliefs and identity.

A spell versus curse;
wand versus potion,
mind versus heart.

Who will win?
(sigh)
I'd made a potion for you--
A potion for fondness;
Brouhaha; ain't laugh of the devil,
But a mirror of my emotion.
I opened the potion,
but I was rejected!!,
by your spell, 'Avada Kedavra'--
I died--
I died.

— The End —