Like a wilting plant he became a limp But he fought He fought the heavy burdens Like a traveler He lost his way to the heart of the woman he love He was blinded He was crippled But again he fought Things were too complex to be solved Things are too hard to understand But the love will last And the moments will embed in his heart
She was broken, by herself Not knowing the cost of what she did Its hunting her, just like her shadow It is consuming her soul Despite of all the run and escape, she will always be caught She wished her death once, but the demons won't let it She is suffering by her own, gripping on no one She is standing on her feet by her own but she is now crippled by herself
you could start fires with the charcoal under my eyes and i am so tired of telling people i’m tired i’m exhausted i barely get 3 hours of sleep my mind is tangled with cobwebs that only seem to need dusting at night
i lay awake listening to the creaks of old aged furniture and i sympathise i know how that feels, buddy my joints creak and they’re crisp as autumn leaves i am surprised i haven’t broken any
alarm sounds at either 8 or 9 day starts an hour later day continues day persists until evening lets it rest evening continues until their shift is over and night falls i’m so tired that my body has grown accustomed to it i watch the time change and the clock tick; i am so accustomed to it my heart has started following the same rhythm
night fell a boulder on sunken shoulders it is still falling and i am trying to carry such heavy weight i think this is why our backs begin to curve as we grow older we are crushed and crippled
does the sun still rise even if i don’t see it? because all i ever seem to see is the darkness of night fall; i wonder who can love a clockwork heart? tick, tock. who can love a cobwebbed mind?
At first she loved me with wondrous pride, Night after night, a happy constant by her side. Hand-written stories narrated solely to me, For only I appreciated her special 'vocabulary'.
In a couple of years, she gouged out my right eye. As she pulled out my left arm, I masked a sigh. A laborious poker face; by her, I was smitten. And unlike the others, at least I wasn't forgotten.
At the age of three, she made loneliness my mistress. Stowed me away; locked me alone with my distress. The darkness of the room surpassed by my own. Yet my unrequited adoration set firmly in stone.
Twenty five years later, she found her old teddy bear. 'He was always my favourite. Treat him with care.' 'But mommy, he has no eyes or hands...' she said, sans guile. In the blink of an eye, she spied a sad, crippled smile.
With passing days queued up for the forecast foreseeable Tuck into the routines' reserves deplete when permissible
Shot through the feet with what we can't forget run on through the limp past the end of the sentence and sit In the glow remain undeveloped stay unreconstructed drop the curtain on scenes interrupted
Dot your i's with up-slanted slash marks sparks fill my eyes when I read through your retorts Blank page. Blank page. A waltz through a minefield reeling jigs over headstones when digging through plain white lines
Just to know I can't get a girl, stabs my heart like a sword. Girls are like climbing a mountain, when you get to the top you get love. Sometimes it takes a while but other times its an easy climb. I must have been heading up but got hit with a rock avalanche. Now I am at the base of the mountain. **Crippled.
Kudos to my friend, who wrote this poem. All i did was make one tweak and post it on Hello Poetry. Thanks!