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Cecil Miller Aug 20
All my best friends,
They are in love.
All my best friends,
They gave it up.
They gave the world away
To be in love.

First comes love,
And then comes marriage.
Before or after,
There's a baby carriage.
It's out of a storybook,
And I've already skipped to the end.

You don't need to look at me
That way with your eyes of green.
Underneath the vail of portent,
You know what I mean when I say,

"I'd rather be lonely than broken-hearted,
Living like dearly departed,
Complicated and dominated by fear of fate.
Guess I'd rather sleep in late.

"I'd rather be lonely than broken-hearted,
Shredded like the seas have parted,
Then closed in like a heavy weight,
Then one day the love turns into hate."
this will probably end up being one of my songs when I give it another verse and some arrangement.
Palpebra May 7
the only difference
between
who I am
&
who I've been
is
the image in my head
that said
I can be
whoever
I can do
whatever
&
if none of this
proves to be a bliss
I can reset
GO SET GET
whenever
&
however

after all
~
It's My Life
sometimes all we need is that exact moment when we realize that our life is ours alone

if today's not my day
that doesn't mean that I'll never find a way
I will
Palpebra Apr 18
Your absence fills my heart

like an unclaimed piece of art,

you already knew

that I lacked hues

so

I

charged

U

for

theft

when

you

left

but you made me realize

how dull are my eyes

how muffled are my cries

how lame is my existence

how pointless is my persistence,

how far you are

when you still hold me close,

how easy I am

waiting to be the one you chose,

I know

in this world of "Hello"

all I'll ever be is "Crucio"

unlovable

&

unwanted

-a pretty little thing that'll

always remain haunted.
P.S. Neither have I watched nor read the Harry Potter Series.....

P.P.S. I really liked having you around. I'm sorry you will never be able to say the same about me. I really am a curse, a liability, a messed up personality.

the prettiest faces do hide the ugliest traces
Palpebra Apr 16
Why
do I
end up
alone
with my
phone
showing
screen glowing
with nothing
at all
no texts
no calls
just me
and this solitude
I wish for
someone
to intrude
but they keep
their distance
and
I keep up my
persistence
waiting
wishing
wanting
yet
the montony
is haunting,
I decided to
be okay
with me being
lonely everyday
but a small part of me
does pray
my heart
does betray
making me regret
all the chances
I didn't take
making me fret
over all the
bonds
I didn't make,
so I write this verse
on impulse
missing the absence
wasting the presence
living in the past
dying for a future to last.
Palpebra Mar 5
Sometimes I wish
I wasn't this strong,
allowed myself to
do something wrong,
could be whoever
could do whatever-
my heart thought
my brain sought,
but here I sit
with nothing
with nobody
line by line
writing down this tragedy.

Sometimes I wish
I could roam around
free, liberated and unbound,
be a little crazy
do some stupid stuff
say some badass things
call society's bluff,
but here I sit
with hidden handcuffs
that make me
someone far from me.

Sometimes I wish
on days like this
if I could
let loose a little
fall for a guy
fly to the sky
get a little high,
but I know I can't
why?
Because-
I wasn't brought up this way
I wasn't allowed to say-
all these things aloud and clear,
my life's dictated by fears
that wet my pillow with tears
turning my eyes red
a rebellion stirring in my head,
I wish I could
I know I should
but
I can't skid
for I am just
a closed eyelid.
Palpebra means 'eyelid' in Latin. It's my pseudonym. My real name means the same. I'm writing this one for myself. Why? Well, I need to unmask and be unfiltered somewhere, do I?
Palpebra Feb 5
:
everyday

I

betray

myself

this

way

by

trying

to

portray

­that

everything's

okay
somewhere, something's terribly wrong
Palpebra Jan 11
Dear Reader,

If you're still reading
this isn't poetry
must I tell you this
nor it is highly literary,
these thoughts
that I'm trying
to put into words
are born from crying
for the past hour
so **** silently
that no one could hear
how I suffer violently.
The point of this is
to tell you that
if any of you has
ever had:-
a starved stomach,
a broken heart,
an empty pocket,
a rough start,
a cheating spouse,
a failed attempt,
an abusive marriage,
a parent with contempt,
a chronic disease,
a severe accident,
a temper so short,
a frightening incident,
a bully so bad,
an addiction so strong,
a grief so shattering,
a relationship gone wrong,
a house too expensive,
a child you lost,
an unfulfilled dream,
an untrodden path of Frost,
a scar so ugly,
a few extra pounds,
a body too skinny,
a loved one inside the ground,
or anything/anyone that hurt you
putting you under depression's spell
I tell you,
that you've survived your own hell
so this makes you a hero
even if you're at level zero,
if you've got no one's care
I tell you, you're extremely rare.

Thanks For Reading.
I wrote this because I wanted someone to say this to me when I'd been crying, no one did.......so I thought- why wait for someone else when I've got myself?
Eternity Dec 2020
He was all my world
And his name was my favorite word
But now, he has become one of the herd !
Freedom's Feeling !
Palpebra Dec 2020
My eyes

have dried

with the tears

I've cried.

And now

I'm hollow,

I've got nothing to give.

And now

I'm done,

I've got nothing to live.
I'm fine. Okay, if not completely at the moment, I will be, sometime later.
:)
Palpebra Sep 2020
I'm not bad; Maybe just not good enough yet
I'm not sad; Maybe just not happy enough yet
I'm not weak; Maybe just not strong enough yet
I'm not bleak; Maybe just not warm enough yet
I'm not a failure; Maybe just not successful enough yet
I'm not a wailer; Maybe just not joyful enough yet
I'm not sick; Maybe just not healthy enough yet
I'm not maverick; Maybe just not puppet enough yet
I'm not a bullet; Maybe just not safe enough yet
I'm not a poet; Maybe just not sane enough yet
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