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Apr 2018 · 197
Aufbau
Mark Teo Apr 2018
Hush dear heart
Be stable
Hold your stride sublime
Take her slowly by the hand
And lead the sparks to life

Hush dear heart
Be subtle
For you must know your place
In spite of all one's feelings
There should always be a pace

Hush dear heart
Be silent
Know all these things take time
A world of our own making
Is a wait well worth its rhyme
anyone like chem poems? LOL
Jun 2016 · 637
Shroud
Mark Teo Jun 2016
Deeper, darker
Tell me why
I hold within
The southern nights
Ablaze upon a crumbling pyre
Hopes and dreams that soon will tire
That lock within a silent wish
Entomb a life beyond all this
The fields of bloom mark
What has died
A heart of color
A world denied
this came out pretty easily XD
Mark Teo Jun 2016
I wish to say
That this was not
What passes in the blink of an eye
Lingers in these souls of ours
(Did you really care that time?)

Upon a rising spire
Dreams of what could have been reach an end
Turns and taints and tumbles
Across the night lights that won't tell
That there weeps a child
Inside this shell
Of a crumbling, loathsome man
Who only wants the embrace of shades
Let the winds bring you somewhere else
As you take one more step forward and
For the last time, hear the bells
May 2016 · 875
Obsidian
Mark Teo May 2016
Drink the cup of shadows
Twist and turn inside
Feel the whirls around bring back
The one that was beside

Darkness creeps in fire
Infernos writing lies
Tells you I won't break you
Tells you I'll keep you alive
Extinguished in a second
A second after the first
A second intended to last
But dust to dust and ash to ash
The cascades take all that is past

Take away the weakness
Take in the soul of night
Let this leave you hardened
Reborn from embers left to die
Hello darkness my old friend, title came much later after shadow+fire thingy, kinda written spontaneously hahaha
May 2016 · 367
Retroviridae
Mark Teo May 2016
If I can never get to you again
Then I might as well go back
To all the days of open arms
Which I fear I may lose track
                
                                      Back
                                 Back
                           Back
                    Back
              Back
       Back
Back
Until I reach the moments where the world was not to lack
Until I can remember that gentle flush of crimson
Every time I heard your name
Until the walls and numbers
Stopped bringing us further and further away
Until knowing you were by my side filled all my stars and skies
And the dewfall scattered rays in hearts of rainbow-colored lights
Until I can find the traces of this past we left to decay
A life that wasn't living in the eyes that saw today
Instead circling to the past
A wisp of a wish long gone
And admit that this disease that brings back time
Must soon be dealt as done
It's cool how one of the most dangerous of types of virus is the one that incorporates itself as a part of you, the one that goes back into you, merging with your body, killing you bit by bit, but I wonder if I'm the virus trying to **** the past by going back, or is the past just killing me...
Apr 2016 · 486
Trigger
Mark Teo Apr 2016
The chunk of metal in my palm
Forgets the girl that's calling
Tainted with the moon of rose
And sailors all a-sighing

Pins and needles in my head
Wishing slowly I was dead
Feeding circles from the sky
Drifting everlasting lies

And in a moment far from wasted
Lives all seem just copy-pasted
To wander, wonder, wondered why
Regrets are bars in the jail of time

And slowly do I realize the metal
Keeps it all inside
Traps us in together
With a metal state of mind
They who live among us
Can bend down to our ways
Chains of petty nevermores
Escape the glance of day
I like the rhyming but that's all XD
Apr 2016 · 436
Never a Night to Know
Mark Teo Apr 2016
Anesthesia
From all the lady-lights
Waltzing across the shadows of
The human heart
The human soul
That gave you everything from
Calyces of divinity
To the light-brown seers of truth
But in every imagining
In every prerequisite
A rift in every drift
Last line is sort of a wordplay huehuehue, if you catch my dRIFT
Apr 2016 · 402
I want to tell your lover
Mark Teo Apr 2016
I.
I want to tell your lover
He deserves no less than none
Of the feeling that you gave me
You were there but you were gone

II.
I want to tell your lover
Be careful
Within those smiles and a lack of a care
Lies someone scared
Someone unsure
Someone that's afraid to let you go
But at the same time
Finds it an absolute necessity to **** herself everyday
Hearing those daily goodbyes

Be careful
You will get hurt
And you will hurt her too
Stepping on glass shards
Stained by your tears
Stained by your love
Walk every step together
Each step so painfully slow
As the Holy Ghost speak remnants
And the past hates to let thing go

III.
It will not be easy
Not a day will go by wondering how the stars aligned
Filling the skies with embers
Pushing you closer and closer
To what she is, was, and will be
And with that
And despite that
Love her
Please do
Then maybe you would understand
That though your love is true
It can fall apart
At any time
At any second at that
When love is but a one-way road
The road is left to lack

IV.
Twisted road and sails amok
What kills you is what is true
Then maybe you would understand
What I did (and what you'll do)
I don't know where this came from...but I guess it's there so that's that. XD
Apr 2016 · 354
Understand Not
Mark Teo Apr 2016
Understand not the taste of time
Instead turn back to the broken lines
That lead you to follow
That lead you to tell
As you smile and sing that
All is well
Do you believe yourself?
Perhaps.
Hmmm, gives me a feel of dystopian worlds
Apr 2016 · 377
After yet another storybook
Mark Teo Apr 2016
I live in a world
Where fantasy melds
With the bottle that replaced mother
And the stars that fill me with wonder
As I hide in a corner
The cupboard bed
And I think of all the time that might have been
Wasted
Living the lives
Long dead
Books were my life when I was young XD
Apr 2016 · 264
Genesis
Mark Teo Apr 2016
New to love
New to lost
New to being alive
(At most)
writing this makes me remember how it felt like to blush at the mere mention of a person XD really embarrassing
Apr 2016 · 424
To a Substitution
Mark Teo Apr 2016
And when you breach her silhouette
And feel your pulse ignite
And when she gazes through you
And sees the soul inside
...
...
...
Don't let her feel the wind blows cold
Keep her warm in every night
She looks down on the ground
So show her the stars
That are nothing to the joy in her eyes
She doesn't need your saving
She needs one who understands
Who'd sit in silence (and sadness) when the bridges fall down
And not wonder what love is for her
So I tried to see after a two week hiatus what I could write and this is what I whipped up...
Apr 2016 · 252
Untitled
Mark Teo Apr 2016
We are paragraphs
Written in the intended order
Introduction body conclusion
Structured carefully
And piece by piece
so we'd fall into each other
Part of a longer poem, but I like this part the most XD
Apr 2016 · 370
Metropolitan
Mark Teo Apr 2016
City lights, heart sighs
The searching must go on
Clearly seen in sullen eyes
What hasn’t begun is done

A dream, where it all started
A dream, there’s little else
A dream, this is what you wanted
A dream, you hear the bells

Red, better stop the tune
Green, thinking but of you
Yellow, stars can only shine
When to yourself you’re true

Solitude or loneliness
The lies all blend inside
A world where you are more or less
There’s nowhere left to hide
It's funny how the hustle and bustle makes one feel even more lonely at time, isn't it?
Apr 2016 · 872
Hither, Wither, Hitler
Mark Teo Apr 2016
And when mein kampf
Is placed in shelves
Art twists to fit in boxes
Of a must ache (or a mustache)
And a must have
And a must not be
Blue-eyed soldiers of fortune
Encompassing poles across every direction
Aryan infernos piercing the nightline
Razing pillars of the stars
As Abraham weeps over his children
Seeing through their eyes
The thorns he long thought
Died along with the past
I like this poem because after reading this month-old poem, I have come to realize box meant like at least three, maybe four, things
1. The book
2. His mustache
3. His future
And
4. His death (coffin?)

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