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mmikee Sep 2015
Am I finally at the entrance?

where according to hearsay;  
no one dared to enter?
no one ever came back?
no one can escape?

Is this the dark wood?
where man has lost and lost his path?
where man face his fears and damns his past?
Is this the dark wood if I may ask?

If it be so I dare pray
that light may shine and show my way
It is cold and at the same time blazing hot
this may be a delusion or confusion

If it be so I dare pray
that I may be let and live again
I have learned my lessons
I shall never return and turn my back again
Dante's 750th year is about to come! I am so inspired by his Divine Comedy (Inferno, Purgatoryo and Paradiso).
mmikee Sep 2015
Dear heart,
how could thou hold still all tis while?
how could thou beat all forms of throbbing and hurting?
how could thou hold?
how could thou?

I am unworthy of thy service
I am unworthy of thy trust
I am unworthy of anything
for I fall and I break
I never learned

I am fragile
I am stubborn
I am weak,
and that is trouble

If I were thou and you were I
I should be in trouble
for you know the mind and will are sometimes lost
Oh dear heart,
how will I ever repay you?
I finished a bunch of Catherine Cookson's novels! she's quite a brilliance! I have never heard of her until today! Although her novels are quite a roller coaster ride there's plenty to learn! Are there any other writers I haven't known? Ohhh life is too short and there's a great deal of novels I haven't read. Any suggestions?

this poem is inspired from the emotions spurred by Catherine Cookson's novels and of course my fellow Law student crush.
mmikee Sep 2015
No, don't look at me
Nobody asked for your judging stare
Nobody asked for your pity as well

Don't say I'll be okay,
'cause I'll never be
I am always scarced
always scared.

They say life is beautiful
but whenever people look at me
I see hatred, despise, and worse, judgement
No, life is not beautiful

Let me be
Let me be alone
I would rather look at myself
I would rather love myself
alone.

don't look at me
don't try to be
nobody asked you
I didn't asked you
so don't
don't be.
I am feeling so low today. I have always been cheeky and happy, but today seem to be different. I am not being myself, I am so scared of the world, I am so scared living my life.
I have always advised myself to live my life to the fullest, everyday if possible, being heard, being able to express my self...

It's just that... not today.
mmikee Sep 2015
Why are you wearing a purple top?
I want to know.
mmikee Sep 2015
It's whenever I look at him I fall in love again
It's like a paradox, you love in order to hate
It's like wanting to live life but wanting to die anyway
It's the love and hate relationship I will never bargain to anyone else.

It started with a simple glimpse
then an exchange of smiles, then eventually 'hi's' and 'hello's'
then we veered away
then one day we're back.

It hurts, it feels good
what else is there
it's a roller coaster that I never want to get over with
it's the danger I keep looking for

Yes, I am in love.
With him who does not know
I do not need him to reciprocate.
don't mind me, this is what happens when you are in love. The problem is, I am in love to a person I should not fall in love with, but he doesn't know so I am safe! haha
mmikee Sep 2015
What to do?
What to do today?
We have talked about Confessional Poetry
but I realized that I have none to confess

I am no Sylvia Plath
I have nothing to distress about
I have no daughter nor Daddy
no love to suffer to and fro

I am no Annie Lennox too
I dare not put my hands on you
you..
you are a vegetable
I compare you with a green vegetable
you are off no use
of no feelings
nor hatred.

Oh, what to do
What to do.
Okay, so I just finished class today, and the topic was quite interesting. Yes, obviously, it is about poetry. Confessional Poetry to be precise. No hate okay, just love.
mmikee Sep 2015
Despite the difference between us...
You being a law student, and I a humanities student
I have come to like and gradually love you.

We have never talk...yes
but I assume the days we get to bump in the library is our main date
our simple glimpse is the very expression that 'we know'
our awkward gesture suggests we are moved and somehow flattered

I may be delusional at those part said
but those sparks in your eyes suggest otherwise
To the guy that I never get the chance to exchange names.
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