Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
jat Aug 2014
visions so insane
something we can't explain
all we feel is pain
waiting for a change
jat Aug 2014
she has been neglected, thrown over a bridge and let down all her life.
made of delicate unfired ceramics, not demands.

she tries every time, kicked herself and choke on her tongue.
everything seem impossible this moment. she breaks down.

she's not used to having somebody, of any unknown presence.
all she used to had was herself but nobody. she can't speak up.

*like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold.
d.p.s
jat Aug 2014
When i was younger, i didn't had the opportunity to understand much stuffs.
I didn't understand why things are the way they are now.
Kept verbally and visually away from all things known.

When i was younger, i didn't had the opportunity to understand much stuffs.
I had troubles concentrating.
I was told to study hard enough, get a job, and paid filthy.
But not told to learn how to live happily with guilt-free.

When i was younger, i didn't had the opportunity to understand much stuffs.
I witnessed the cremation of my late-grandfather.
Everyone in the room was crying, except me.
Not capable of reacting rightly like a person should.

When i was younger, i didn't had the opportunity to understand much stuffs.
I had three sisters.
One whom i shared room with, another two together in the other.
I was not told to know my family well enough to love.

When i was younger, i didn't had the opportunity to understand much stuffs.
I runs to my dad's room and he tells me many things.
Mostly turns out to be lies or if i would give him any of my wages in the future.
Not the kinds of talk in which i learn who i can trust and to love myself.

Those days has passed, Im beginning to understand.
And I can't stop crying from all the lessons I've missed.
It hit me hard like a hurricane and I can't adjust.

I have troubles sleeping at night occasionally.
So does waking up, a harder thing to do.

Self-love is just another out of the world question.
(fact)
jat Jul 2014
Im not an artist
one who lacks commitment
who does not practise

I'm not an explorer
trapped in comfort zone
held down forever

I'm not different
choked words and unspoken
whose thoughts are incoherent

I'm not a thinker
rather untimely fantasy
not at least any realer

I am His
who takes the 'not's
and turn every word around
jat Jan 2014
close your eyes gently
as we create little tiny
indiscernible constellations
out of our bare fingertips
elongated eyelashes
and our razor-sharp tongues.
jat Jan 2014
im unwell and everything
is not what it all used to be
its different this time
im weaker and my thoughts
are going insanely wild
louder than the ones
on my ****** lips
everyday i longed for
someone to understand
just by the way my heavy
bloodshot lidded eyes are
exhausted and disconsolate
jat Jan 2014
the scent of you stayed for weeks
lingering in my room until
the day my tears polluted
the entire room with
desire and loneliness

you never called
you never text
do you even think of me
as much as i think of you
wanting you under my bed sheets
just to cuddle like we used to

nothing more but to
sleep under the silence
in each others arms
Next page