shhh - Hello Poetry

Jun 2015

Jeremy

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The stars won't appear,
When they know you're about,
Because it's you who they fear,
Knowing they can't glow as loud.

I like Netflix
And poems
And i bet ppl judge from my dp

shhh Jun 2015

I'm walking,
I'm running,
on a road that never seem to end,
the skies are grey,
my visions a blur,
i don't know where i'm going,
not able to see what's ahead,
not able to find my way back.

my journey is an illusion,
a dream shrouded in mist.

I am lost.
aimlessly,
running in circles.

And I would not know,
for I am too lost to even find myself.

will i come out alive?

will you still recognize me once the Sun comes out?
when i don't know myself.

Jun 2015

soulessgrey

Scars

We are all just some sad human beings; confused and lost.
Inflicting scars that didn't go as deep as the void that has been created in our hearts.
Leaving behind empty shells that were once filled with our lingering souls.

shhh Jun 2015

jester

The jester mask breaks,
The pieces condemns you,
Voiceless screams,
endless dripping of blood and despair,
And yet, the show needs to go on,
The fool's play must continue,

Till the time for you to leave the stage comes.

“‘I probably still haven’t completely adapted to the world,’ I said after giving it some thought. ‘I don’t know, I feel like this isn’t the real world. The people, the scene: they just don’t seem real to me.’”
— Norwegian Wood , Haruki Murakami

shhh Jun 2015

"You're not a prisoner."

"You're not a prisoner."

The world shan't hold you down,
The sky shan't be your limit,
There's more to you than the person reflected in someone else's eyes.

Break free from the illusion drowning you,
Where imaginary shackles are present,
Tying your feet to earth.
Suffocate, breathe, suffocate, live.

It's fine.

Keep moving forward, even when everything is not what it seems,
Even when your mind is cloud,
Whether or not a light exists at the end of the tunnel.

shhh Jun 2015

Untitled

when the darkness prevails,
everything suffocates you,
you try to live but you're not 'living',
not even the slightest.

this tiny window of light,
you found one day,
holds much joy to your unsightly livelihood,
holds much salvation to your hopelessness.

[how long could you hold on,
before it loses its light?
how long could you breathe,
before you feel the grip of life on your throat - squeezing the life out of you]

for all things have an expiration date,
and happiness is momentary.

am i living yet?