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Mi Feb 2014
I want to prepare flowers
For each of the scars on you
But there were far too many
Not the scars
But the things that
you deserve to see
A mere flower
Really can't compare
To the beauty
Of what you are
I hope you see this
Before you drift
Too far.
Mi Jan 2014
I wonder if the monsters
would get me tonight
They wouldn't knock
They would just barge in.
There's always one sick one asking
About how I've been
They consumed me and not let me be
These monsters,they want to be free
I want to shout ,I could scream,
but it'll only look like I've lost my sanity
Confidence is my best facade
Until broad daylight,
They played their twisted game
up in my head.
I would try to push them all away
But my friends and my thoughts,
They just wouldn't obey.
It felt like forever
And I didn't want to be alone
Many times I went through this
And I finally realized,
I'm in my own isolated zone.
Mi Jan 2014
A little of morning air
With breeze that
blows through our hair
We wake up to greet
The friends we will meet
There are flowers on our hands
They touched down on our land
Smiles etched on our faces
We went to different places
Time flies by as
we say our goodbyes
We've had the best of times(past tense)
And with that,we end our rhyme.
written with a friend for a friend from an exchange program
Mi Dec 2013
What was it again
About the ride of life
That you could experience
By riding a rollercoaster.
"There will be ups and downs "
They say
But I say life won't be
That nice to let it come and go
Oh so swiftly
It takes time to get over the pain
And more to find happiness
The ride of life ,or a year
Begins when the rollercoaster
Is just starting to move up
Painfully but surely slow
Your stomach gurgles
Not only with excitement
But also anxiety
Those are the months that has passed
Behind us
Whereas the new year is at the peak
Where you'll start to think
"This is it"
Before it's twelve a.m
And you plunge into
A different page
Of your life
Mi Dec 2013
Hooded by the shadows
With the littlest light of dawn
Holding onto your
Little shred of dignity
Time behind your back
Going faster than
The midnight trains and
Tumbling pebbles
Alongside cold metal
Of the track that rusted in time
A boy with curious blue eyes
who wondered  
Never thought it could
Get him this lost
Wondered as in thinking and not wander (:
Mi Dec 2013
In the arms of a stranger
I confide
Never have I thought it was absurd
Knowing that stranger danger
Does not apply to all, for
The people whom I've never met before
Understood me better than
Those I've known for years and
More to come.
Has anybody thought how
A simple gesture through words
Words,that engulfed me in
Internal warmth
for no contact was made,
Could thaw the soul inside
Knowing somebody knows
Somebody cares
not a good poet or a writer for that matter but id just like to express some thoughts and also gratitude on how some lovely words could make my already tarnished day :) thank you

And there's many people that are like us, who went through about the same situation before, someone who could understand better than anyone you know for your whole life,but they're out there labelled as 'a stranger' .
Mi Dec 2013
On February 2nd, two princesses were born into the crude cruel world we all live in. One of the the two babies fluttered her eyes open and started crying. It was strange because, when she did so,everyone in the room broke into grins and cheered.Happiness were evident on their faces as they smiled from ear to ear, some ears even went pomegranate .At first, I did not understand the importance of a baby's first cries.The baby was crying for Heaven's sake! Why would anyone be happy about that! Little did I know,the crying just shows that she's alive but,pain echoed after the cries.The cheers and joy came to a halt as the baby's cry grew louder and negative emotions shrouded the air atmosphere.

It was as if the baby could sense something so wrong and horrid was happening, because it did.The other baby, she laid painfully still,unmoving.There were no signs of movement or crying coming from her at all.Her limp lifeless body was enveloped in her mother's arm.

Two temperatures mixing
One as cold as snowflake
That nips on noses in December
And the other
Enough to melt the frozen
And shook silently
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