As the moon begins to rise
As my devils too--
Start to conjoin,
This is bad.
is selflessness a sweet way to self-destruction?*
it's their problem for having a bad attitude
after all the concerns and cares people gave to them.
I have an assignment that need to be submitted by tomorrow. yet, here I am arranging words, twisting, flipping, painting, yawning, crying for help, mercy, sickness to come sits by my side. Ugh, I am not even started a word. How do people graduate anyway. Anyone wants to come and kidnap me for a day? **** I'm so done.
I am no Lang Leav
and you are no Michael Faudet
here we are
bit by bit
*a poem with feet.
we are a poem ourselves. and yeah true I like them both.
Once upon a time
there was a cactus
it can be seen–
can't be touched.
Thus, value yourself.
is it a noun or a verb?
I don't see any stars
I.* do. see. it.
"It's not about literal. It's about how technical you can relate with things that's happening in here. Searching for a meaning over places you've been, or will be. Take all the time you want, for not everyone is there for you when needed the most.
Regardlessly, it's your life to make sense with, not theirs." -S
live your own life, lil soul.
they say autumn is beautiful
yet everything is dying--
so does white lie
someone once said to me that
such agony in broken heart that
s/he equalized it with die alone that
in time it made me realize that
it must have hurt them such in pain that
no one could have not fathom what
they're in right now.
*such a valid tale.
I got this recently, that i countered it with such differentiation of broken heart and dying. yet, this came knock on my front door. now i know.
You can be like* Haiku while--
everyone else is rhyming with
Today we learn.
Tomorrow we remember.
Past few moment we shared.
Always expect the unexpected
But when it did
We never ready anyway.
Life must go on,
It's just a hiccup in life my love.
It hurts for a cut
because we know how it felt seeing the blood.
this yet more than that,
seeing a little soul, its tears, it sneeze, its shivery, its cries, its hard
for the love in a cup
of people by heart.
*Please get well soon, buddy
the calm and love
that I get
as I started
to caress, touch, hug, and cuddle you--
my love towards cats is unbearable. its something more than a human-pet chemistry. its a bless.
as the talk of nouman
as the write of khaled hosseini
behold such beauties in their wording
I helplessly fall in them
why do I feel like being betrayed
it's funny when looking back
I saw you
with a knife
it is **** from people you least expected. ****
It is that wind on your cheeks,
that bird chirping in your ears,
that small wave on your feet.
It was never those gentle lies.
it is exquisite
on how he can turn
from a beast
into a saint
and she watching him
just him, flaws and all his.
drunk in love, which also been recognized as stupid in love?
Someone's been talking
some others been listening
not for him
it's The Shins "Caring is Creepy" been playing
deep inside been asking
"when will the class ends, Darling?"
This one is so literal. I know.
Am I the bad one for adoring three musketeers that sharing none of mutuality of each piece? One's for guidance, one's for comfort, and another one's for understanding. All of them have come and stay for quite awhile. And share the same place -- in this little crib of heart. Am I the bad one yet?
Or am I just a messy one?
away from others
closed to each other
and brooding together
the leaves look so lively
with its birds resting sleeplessly
as I recognise the sun shines passionately
unlike my back of mind, deadly--
parting it ways from gay to blue, intensely
yet longing for no more, lovely.
They know better than any
even with malfunctioned brain
They learn through
it works better than human.
because they're not human anyway.
it takes Dali to know surreal; and
it takes you to confuse what's real.
it's not like adjacency pairs
good morning comes with hi
good bye with seeya
it's good day, fck you and thank you.
I don't know whether I'm too strong or too dumb to let you go. Too strong that I thought I could handle this or too dumb when I finally realized that I'm not. Too strong that come into realization this round we're living won't have any goods or too dumb that can't even living a day without thinking about it. Kinda nice to know that I still have a heart to feel the hurt. Thanks, you.
she doesn't craving for his kiss
she doesn't yearning for his hug
she doesn't longing for his touch
she doesn't desiring for his caress
she doesn't aching for his stroking
she doesn't longing for his miss
she doesn't desiring for his care
she doesn't craving for his honesty
she doesn't yearning for his sincerity
she doesn't aching for his "its killing me seeing you with anyone else but me" beauty*
now put the doesn't away
she wants him--
You came like a wind
the one that breeze strangely
everytime it hits
will give me shivery
to my cranky bones and arteries.
You came at the dawn
by the time I was about to--
unleash the veil
that block the lights of its sun
that I refuse of its ray.
As time passes by,
the wind and its nature
sometimes makes the catastrophe and agony blew away
yet some other times
or even weighten it deeper.
**** idk just found this website its good really!
Your broken pieces--
not much to say
But I promise you
I am there
and will always be.
Put your smile
your best plan
It's just a part of living anyway.
Arina. my friend, my best buddy, my other half, my soul mate of a hiccup she's having in the moment.
she choked her up with--
"you don't understand"
after for decades being with her
and it hurts so bad
she ripped her heart with
"no you don't get it"
after they've been through together all the time
thus it hurts really bad
she told her all her bitter
she asked her for the shoulder
she begged her for home
she gave her all without a pause
yet "the don't understand" stings the most.
youve clutched my arteries with your similes
i am sinking in deep in the ocean sea
though it's hard to breathe
breathe it anyway
It's a Turkish song
it's beautifully written
with such appealing letters
that slowly beat, drib drab
this shady shape heart
which echoed thru'
all these rearin'
when you're alone in your dorm and wearing full volume headphone and you saw a glimpse of your roommate in between your curtain.
It could be not your roommate.
look me to live
read me to know
sing me to sleep
walk me to old
poem me to death.
Roses are red,
Violet is blue;
And this poem is meant for *you.
This world is a place to learn. Just breathe.
you know how homed it is to you when you have nothing to return to unless to them.
my cat died.*
*I die a lil inside.
are you a cactus?
so mesmerized to look at yet
so much blood when be touched.
*cos i fell ******* you
and it hurts.
Mask is a rare piece in tangibility
a commoner in intangibility.
how poetic human can be;
I'm scared that—
I see people without souls;
I see human without humanity;
I see creatures without empathy;
We're just simply an entity—
once is longer than--
twice or thrice,
because you came and remains.
Erstwhile, I need to brood in the bucolic
for giving away a dulcet of dalliance
that becoming a scintilla to my sempiternal urge.
for every song that i've heard
it's all for you, with you and* **** *you.
why am i seeing so much inhumanity these days
including towards another human being or even towards animals?
its so savage these days
the older you get
the more stupid ******* youll be
come on earthling
stop being such a heartless being.
Always in confuse
like spinning wheel broke its fuse--
never in amuse.
btw, is this haiku all about? 575..
Hold on, we are going home.
Wash all your dirts away,
paint new color to the newest you,
scrub them like 42-carat diamond into you,
we're finally coming home.
what does it mean to be lonely?*
*the unwanted feeling.
the no one cares feeling.
the no one left for you feeling.
the no one ones feeling.
the saddest feeling 'cause everyone is busying with everybody but you.
that kind of feeling.
You're the cup of my tea,
You're the bitter of my twenty.
out of love
you fix the environment.
out of greedy
you pluck the beauty away.
hooking up with melody and its content,
getting lost in my own imagination.
Song* *it is.