miki - Hello Poetry

miki Feb 2014

They're all fake,
They're all dumb.
Do you think this is fun?

Trust them?
Hell no.
They'll hurt you in one go.

They're stupid.
They're heartless,
Careless and mindless.

Who are they?
They are monsters,
Our own personal killers.

miki Nov 2013

Why

Why do I still keep on writing things about you,
though it slowly kills me inside?
Why do I still keep on thinking about you,
everyday and every night?
Why am I so afraid to lose you,
you're not even mine?
Why do I still love you,
although this is not right?
Why do I even care for you,
you don't even care for me at all, right?

miki Nov 2013

Friend

Through good times and bad times,
you're always there for me.
Even though at my weakest point,
you're there and never left me.
You're the only person that gave me that thing,
that thing I've been longing to have.
With your heart as pure as white,
through darkness, your light became my guide.
I want to say thank you my friend,
and I'll never leave you till the end.

sorry

miki Nov 2013

Name

The wind that gently blows in my face,
whispers your name.
I close my eyes,
as I feel the hatred once again.
Your name is like a peaceful harmony,
that calms my heart in agony,
but it is also like a knife,
that agonizes my heart painfully.
I open my eyes,
a tear escaping from it.
Why do I still love to hear that name,
although it only gains me pain?

miki Nov 2013

Better off alone

"I don't need love,
I don't need you..."
These words escaped from her lips,
like a venom, with tears on her cheeks.
These words sounded strange to her ears,
loud enough for them to hear.

"I don't need protection,
I can protect myself."
her inner goddess chuckled.
"She's lying." her heart inside her said.
She's lying to them, even to herself,
the truth was trapped inside her head.
She needs love,
oh how she needs someone besides herself.
Someone to protect, love and cherish her.

But...she decided to cry silently,
as she trap the truth in her heart painfully,
while waiting for that someone patiently,
to give her the love that she truly needs.

miki Nov 2013

She

She writes whenever she's angry,
or whenever she's sad.
Whenever she's happy,
or whenever she's lonely.
She always writes on her notebook,
the only thing that never judges her,
a world where she feels safe.

I tried...this doesn't look like a poem ._.

miki Nov 2013

Anger

Anger will blind you,
and it will make you a fool.
Red is the color,
and a world without love is your home.

Anger is like a thief,
that will steal happiness in your sleep.
It will creep up inside you,
and it's your choice if you'll make it rule.

At least I tried.