Cy - Hello Poetry

Cy Sep 2018

Every night as I walk home along the streets of my school, unraveling thoughts always pop in my mind.

Inexplicably undesirable of the mind. Seeing the first raindrop spatter on my face as I journey home, my whole life force became inclined with it.

The first raindrop continued on becoming a drizzle manifested by the likes of me.

The thoughts became gloomier and sullen and the rain gets harder and stronger.

The thoughts took on a part of me to the point that it were no more detachable.

******* out the life force inside; pouring out as a storm. A storm containing all kinds of pessimism and negativity.

Now the soul is slowly oozing out of the body and what remains to be is a soul that always stays up until midnight.

Cy Sep 2017

Dark Hall

Along these corridors I walked
Along are the same doors
Unopened, unentered

Obscure and mysterious
I walk endlessly restricting myself
To gain knowledge on the corridor itself

The path I take seems infinite
Countless steps
In the fathomless corridors

Kept moving and didn't look back
With only one direction
A hopeless track

Now I found myself
Lost in the deserted corridors
Place of confusion, perplexity

Don't know how and why
It just happened
Inexplicable turn of event

Confusion's all I see
Frustration entraps me
Along the corridors of resentment

Forcefully dragging my feet
Out of the prisonment of anxiety
Sanguinely in the likes of me

All alone in thoughts
Muddled by these tormenting corridors
A labyrinth of intricate misery

Elements of the world caving in
As I continue walking endlessly
Searching for a way out

Cy Aug 2017

Hemlock

Bitterness's manifestation of toxicity
Its torment is vague which is noxious
We can't breath
We **** each other

Entrapped me ever since
Can't escape from thee
Locked up from within

Racked from the pinions of a demonic dungeon
Vast, dark, tormented, pitfall of malice
Inevitable no matter how fast I flee

From the dreadful, fierce and phantasmagoria forms
Figments of my imagination
Somehow real and tangible as bone and flesh

Who haunt in the house of slumber
Transmogrified me into an abhorrent madman
Desperate for escape, one way or another

Too often, my call for help are silent ones
Unheard, unheeded
My thoughts are baffled, bewildered

Can't eject the sense of bitterness
Negativity encapsulated thee
Too late for escape and to flee

These demons succumb onto my bitterness
Toxicity is what they devour
Tearing me flesh to flesh

Insatiate 'till they consume my wholeness
Lusting for their satisfaction
Feeding their gluttony 'till I'm soulless

Alas, they have destroyed every bit of me
Siphoned the life out of me
Now I am existent no more

Cy Aug 2017

The Void

Sometimes I wake up and ask myself am I better off dead.
These feelings I always get when the world seems to show me how irrelevant I am in this place I ought to be.
Thoughts have been running in my mind telling me I don't belong here.

Depression and anxiety has attacked and these I cannot bear.
I feel such a disappointment that nobody here seems to get my point.
All my achievements have been replaced with failures and I wish to be clairvoyant so that every time I am to do something I know I won't be pointless.

To be honest, I've been always a catastrophe to my family, my friends and to everyone else. Because this life has given me no hope. This world had been nothing but a shattered periscope along with all my dreams.

And the spinning feeling, the skull-aching feelings the deep-seated knowledge it crashes over me repeatedly saying

"You are nothing, you are nothing, you are nothing" and if it wasn't for the coffee, I don't know if I'd still be breathing.

Cy Aug 2017

Park Bench

Alone sitting at a park bench
Waiting for someone to sit beside me
As I stood up leaving the park bench
I hope for someone to walk with me

Alone walking in the park
Wandering for a hint of presence
Eyeing every bit of nature for a spark
Still alone in this melancholic pleasance

Alone returning to the park bench
Slowly hoping for an acquaintance
Alas! My thirst for a companion is unquenched
To be lonely in this park bench, I am sentenced

Cy Aug 2017

Don't Quit

Life, sometimes an uphill road
Sometimes a downhill one
But never a straight path

Facing death is life unfulfilled that is showed
Curtailed long dreams in the long run
Made efficient for the benefit of the doubt

Pursue your dreams while there is still time
Confront challenges with strength
Believe in yourself to succeed every time

Have a leap of faith
Risk for the possibility of dreams
Because success is always present in one's fate

Cy Aug 2017

Perplexed Feelings

This feeling that I always get
A feeling of nausea
And a feeling of regret

Sentiments of which falter within
Inside the thoughts of the weary
Pining for your love and for no one to break in

Alas, 'twas a drastic moment
Meeting you indubiously
Unsought to be yours at that hour, 'till this minute

A sendoff is what our fates should entail
With no loving memories to cling on to
Free of worries, and clear thoughts that prevail