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Mar 2015 · 315
Life Beyond
Beauty was all she was
Surrounded by love and hope
Yet she was weak, fragile, and lost

Sure she had a heart
Pure as the angels sing a lullaby
Sweet as her hidden smile

She asks a lot
All questions left untouched
Her queries, maybe, are of no catch

Most nights she cries
For a reason
She still can't disguise

She can see and hear
But she can never talk
As her lips are covered
With secrets she can never unfold
Jan 2015 · 276
better
When you can't talk,
And your thoughts are your only reason
To state your sentiments,
To laugh your heart out,
To endure the pain,
Scribble your words
And feel your heart,
Draw your emotions;
It's worth the play,
Than share your part.
Dec 2014 · 274
365 days
From dark to light,
Feelings sparked that night.
They were down,
I pretended I was a clown.

I told you I'd make you smile,
But you never let me.
Reasons were too deep
That digging won't give me a sweat.

Sweet, I thought.
If only you've done it,
As I watched the sky,
Every night as I pray.

Dates were too fast,
The melody didn't even last.
Still, I opened my senses,
To absorb what's about to flash.

Lightning in a perfect day,
My eyes couldn't resist,
Though it shows trouble
I gave it a smirk.

Seasons change, I turned 18,
I accepted rumors
Rejected facts.
Nothing stays the same.

My hands became my shield,
When I cry,
When I laugh,
When I try to end this life.
Dec 2014 · 264
escape
Little flames crossed my path,
Hot as a hundred degree,
Never wanted to feel it,
But they kept coming closer.

Heavy clouds are forming,
Yes! This is going to save me.
Miracle as what I expected,
Droplets avoided me.

Am I cold or warm?
Can’t answer either.
Fog covered my doorstep,
So exit was never meant to be.
Dec 2014 · 328
Behind That Door
World is different;
Piles of mess,
A bunch of curse,
And endless war.

Secret character,
A flirting voice,
River of tears,
Damaged soul.

Filthy hands,
With pockets full;
Broken hearts,
Misused mind.

Sinful sights,
Begging for more.
Hidden truths,
All behind that door.
Dec 2014 · 270
nowhere
She’s back in the picture.
Bothered myself for what’s on the view.
Will I be noticed with my ribbon?
Or just same black and white animation?

Penned some hurtful words,
Though I know it’s not going to help.
I scrolled the list of my what-to-do’s,
Yet unable to find something to go to.

Invisible as air,
Tried to understand to be fair,
But I know somehow,
There’s a meaning behind that vow.

If your voice could heal,
I’d pray I’ll always be there.
Imagine my anger,
I could not even sober.

— The End —