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Apr 2017 · 317
Untitled
Stained Page Apr 2017
Let me have you raw like how you made me feel
Let me consume you as how your love consumed me
Let me tear you as how you teared me
Let me take you as how you took everything from me
inspired by Las Ruinas del Corazon
Apr 2016 · 465
Heavenly sin
Stained Page Apr 2016
he reads her body like a devotion
he cries her name like a mantra
he bows to her like she's a god
he worships her*

    and if indulging her is beyond morality
he won't mind going in the depths of hell

    because with her, it is more than *heaven
Stained Page Mar 2016
still, no language could translate how much I love you.
Mar 2016 · 353
You
Stained Page Mar 2016
You
"I will never name you after the sun
After the moon or any star
Not even a constellation or a galaxy
For me, you are more than any"
Mar 2016 · 430
own me
Stained Page Mar 2016
burn me
   to
a   s
     h
        e    
s

drown me
            d
     e    e
                p

rip me
   r
a
   w

nip my
s     k
           i
n

make me
  *b
l
    e   e
      d
Mar 2016 · 344
Untitled
Stained Page Mar 2016
She's a walking eulogy and only an epitaph is left missing
Mar 2016 · 598
Danseur
Stained Page Mar 2016
Sauté, that's how he made her heart leap.

Pirouette, that's how he made her head spin with the thoughts of him.

Tours en l'air, just thought of having him will brought her the feeling of having her feet off the ground whilst spinning like he is doing some sort of sorcery.

And the *waltz
, she have witnessed him do this and soon found herself drawn to him, drawn near, too near and all willing to let him take her and lead her to the slow beat in contrary to her heart's fast thump.
Feb 2016 · 332
Untitled
Stained Page Feb 2016
Every actions will cause an effect.
     Every gravity will cause a pull.
          Every push will cause a fall.*

All the matter in this Earth are linked together, bonded and all in relation.
Feb 2016 · 314
Found
Stained Page Feb 2016
Earnestly, I once believed to this loving sound
Profoundly, I try to fathom why things fall out
Severely, I always question and bother why
Completely, I was lost in depth but dear I'm found
Sep 2015 · 409
Untitled
Stained Page Sep 2015
It is like an abc, it has a point of limit, a zenith
It is like a good book, time will come that it needs to end
Like a cup of well brewed coffee, it will give you a satisfaction at the every sip, but soon it will come to its last drop
Like a strong perfume that taints the air, soon, that luring smell will faint
Like a cherry blossom that will make us all fall in love
Soon, those buds and petals will fall into the ground

That's why we should savour all the wonderful feelings while it is there

Treasure the past
Delight with the present
Await for the future
Sep 2015 · 362
Untitled
Stained Page Sep 2015
“If i could just scribe my love everywhere for you..
Write it on the wall, breathe it through the air. That anywhere you would go, whatever you will look at. You’ll remember my love.”
Sep 2015 · 391
Untitled
Stained Page Sep 2015
I tried so hard to make you stay
But all you did is push me away
Are we this easy to get swayed
Unable to get you persuade

I told you I'd rather die
If you will say goodbye
I asked you why
You answered me with a lie

I know you still love me
You still wanted to have me
Or it is all one sided now
Making me feel so low

You left me confused
Leaving me on the loose
You told me you love me
I heard it a hundred of times

You made me love you this deep
And now it can't be sweep
You made my inside leap
But now it felt raw and ripped
despair love
Sep 2015 · 330
Untitled
Stained Page Sep 2015
As the tip of my pen landed on the pad
As the ink started to stain on the sheet
As my thoughts became words scribbled into prints
As everything ebb from my mind
As I move my hand from left to right

                 *I know as soon as I finished this

I will be all right
writing thoughts
Sep 2015 · 580
The kind of art
Stained Page Sep 2015
“In this little gallery inside my heart, I would love to put you in front, and be the center of all.. Because you are my center of all. For me you are a piece of art, carved and detailed into perfection, with no flawed strokes left. Inside of you is a perfect abstract. I don’t know if there is a perfect abstract, but perhaps that kind of art is perfect in the painter’s way of how they perceive things. I want those intricate lines inside you be understood by no one else in this world but me. You are this kind of art that is making my insides spill paints, and mix them into a perfect mess, a beautiful mess.”
Sep 2015 · 395
Fate's game
Stained Page Sep 2015
I am stuck
stuck in this trance
everything seems so real
is this my life’s deal

it seems so vivid
waking up the placid
now I am wishing
now I am pleading


that this has no ending

it feels eternity
stretched into infinity
I kept my eyes shut
shut to the world outside
out of this lovely trance


but something came
like a giant wave crashing
washing everything
brushing all away

struck by the wave
my eyes came open
and saw what is broken


now untangled
now unchained

bringing my psyche back

back to sane

oh it is just the fate’s game

taking all my claim
reality reverie fate poem
Sep 2015 · 337
Odd
Stained Page Sep 2015
Odd
I’ve been here
I’ve been there
Still, I am searching
Searching for nowhere

I looked at them
Thinking, to whom should I go
With whom shall I be
Do I belong?

I adore this
I admire that
But things that I am fond
They never tried to hunt

Indifferent, that’s what I feel
Is it just me? Or absolutely?
All I know is..
I am not supposed to here
wrote this poem a year ago
Sep 2015 · 398
Speak
Stained Page Sep 2015
Speak it out
For they might burst
Say those words
And relieve the thirst

It’s hard to leave words unsaid
So here I am, will make them all said
Will ease all the tightness that had been made
And they’ll all be laid

May this journal be my friend
For this fountain of thoughts will never end

Never been void
Never will be hoard

And may all that I’ll say
will matter and stay
thoughts journal poem

— The End —