Grief,
The shine of eyes must be brief.

We went to a gate,
Seeing all of it fade.

How can i reach out a throne,
Feeling the chocks of a drawn
future Smiles that shall all be gone,
Will make it till dawn,
A feeling of a broken bone,
It’s a process of grown.

Fine by my side,
The wasted of tears cried,
I think we lied,
Wasn’t the easiest of a ride.

Do you feel
tears?
Moisturising the
gears?
Downfalls of
peers?
Different voices of
cheers?

In falls
Felt like waterfalls,
Little voices of crawls,
The movement of dolls,
Down beside the shores.

Happiness of fake,
Doing the take
Of a heart that never break.

You weren’t one of a kind,
Not even hard to find.

That’s a shiny blade,
What a bad trait

To stab from behind,
A person wanted to grind,
What makes mistakes light ‘n’ giant?

The morals of a soul,
carrying missiles that’s short ‘n’ tall,
To throw while they fall.

Let’s make it hard to prone,
Scared of lightning with no tone.

Shattered in the smallest of pieces,
For whoever pleases.

Now it’s all done,
Reload your gun,
Let me escape’n’ run,
Say your goodbyes with fun,
It will forever be gone.

Miserable miserable
i was
I am
N
I would

The holding of tears
Eventually dropping like icebergs

Rocks rocks rocks
They sound like rocks
They feel like rocks
They hurt like rocks

How coldness n strength
Changed into warmth n weakness

I followed your light
Worshiped your bright
Through deep n pain
How can i stop the rain

I kept it inside
You threw it aside

We played hide and seek
But only i seek

They said for the sake of love
They said for the sake of redemption

I used to cross my battles
I used to sharpen my dagger  
Now I redeemed my soul
N covered my sword

Those were new
I barley knew

I thought i’m tough
But it was rough

Now we have no tears left
Will cry it blood
We won’t make it stop

This heart is rotten
Filled with brok’n
Kitting it string by string
Oh where did the melody of them go
Oh where did the red in them go

Our voices spoke for its own,
The butterflies must bring the stories of morrow ,
lower the grief bound of sorrow ,
wasn’t a will given of torn

Shocking to fly very briefly,
Portraits to remind us of what we borrow,
to our lives that makes sunshines of yarrow,
Whites and yellows with no hollow,
What a void gives to souls flying for needy

then must shine alone in the hardest leaves,
I wondered where i left messages in the middles of pages,
Behind all this words that been given with no stages,
I had it all when it comes to believes,

What can make you worried while i am here,
Resting my eyes for a while
I got reminded of a smile,
Not the noir of paints being vile,
Then i stare at the pictures of paintings longing for ancient Greece

Dear marron why did you leave them behind?
Space had no light but for the Sun,
Now you call them your sons,
Oh I forgot you were the colours of them when they never had insides,

Pardon my weakness of expressions,
I lost my mind under that tree,
Not knowing what on did i agree,
One more chance given of lessons,

In that tile of lords you’re the broad,
The highs has surrounded you,
The colours that given no chance to true,
Did you expect now to never be told?

I gave a loud noise of condolences,
I missed when we had fire mixes of dreams,
Why is it always shoulds of what then seems,
We finally had answers of long faded streams,
History of must all be teams,
I loved to fondly to care of schemes,
I apologise for the portraits with no added greens and gleams.

Dearest Helpless,

I've grown tired of your self-pity
and lack of self-esteem,
the constant whining,
the ******* and complaining,
from morning 'til evening.

Always the same story,
never getting better.
Engraved in my memory,
I can recite it completely,
even reminding you at times
of the parts you're forgetting.

Years have passed,
and I see now
what I once thought
was a momentary lapse
in your heartbroken reasoning
has become your whole being.

No need to explain yourself.
I know who you are:
emotionally greedy,
wanting everything,
giving back nothing.

I remember times
when you were happy,
but daydreams awoke
to confuse reality,
what you thought was happening,
wasn't taking place at all.

I've stopped calling,
inviting you out with my friends,
who become your friends too.
I can't sit across from you,
listening to you complain
that you have no friends,
when one sits before you,
and another calls to see
what you're doing.

Maybe you'd be better off
in another country,
away from this city,
truly alone instead of pretending.
But I fear you'd fall in love
with a tree, a bird, or something
and end up with a broken heart
because your affection's object
is not a human being.

If you don't understand love,
speak nothing of it.
Study another subject.

I've lied to you
since the beginning.
I don't have the answers
to your questions.
I know nothing at all,
addicted to talking ****
when I'm not interested.

Share your story
with someone who hasn't heard it.
Maybe they'll have the answers
since mine don't seem to be helping.

I thought about introducing you
to someone new,
but three years later,
after your broken-hearted record plays,
they'd find themselves late
one Sunday evening,
surrounded by friends,
writing you a letter
to explain their feelings,
for they too have grown tired
of the same old story.

History repeats itself
when our patterns
become a habit.
But you never listened,
so I'll stop talking
and end this.

Sincerely,
A friend who will miss your stories.

Whilst I am looking at those beautiful
actresses,
time is flying by.
Whilst I am worrying about those
wrinkles,
time s flying by.
Whilst I am dreaming but am constantly afraid to try,
time... is... flying…. by.

Whilst I am sitting here, believing in tomorrow,
I close my eyes successfully to the internal sorrow,
I’m frozen and slowly it dawns on me
that time is flying by, it’s taking its toll on me.

My fingers are cold typing these words,
I’ve always wanted to learn some new chords,
And when will I join that sports club finally?
When will I see that
time will not fly by infinitely?

another day
into the next

nothing changes
except the test

same sun,
rain, and
clouds

same ****
life, same ****
town.

medicated,
and can't make
sense of self

the words in my
head blur
again

and i'm right
back to the

same **** life,
same **** high

stuck in the middle,
with no one to save me
this time.

I spent my life,
Dancing around
Tragedy.

Tried to claw
My way back
to the surface,

But the light
Never showed
itself today.

I wake from
My dreams,

With a heavy feeling,
Haunting me

Heart breaking,
And a deep sadness,
That left the very core
Of me frozen with the reality

A stark realization
That love was
never meant to be.

Miserable as can be,
I accept some things
never change,

But I can’t will it away.

Tragedy is here to stay.