When you say goodbye,
you don't mean it. You mean "I'll see you later." "Talk soon." "I'll miss you." When I say goodbye, I'm gone. And you can be sure I'm never coming back.
I wish I didn't think on you
I wish I didn't think on him I wish the image of yet another Long-gone, long-imprinted former lover Didn't buoy and continued to swim I wish Love was out of my view. I wish I'd played a better hand I wish I'd tilled the soil before I wish the image of a past future Didn't rip open the suture Of my trying to forget the lore I weaved around a much-fantasised land. I wish I didn't wish in vain I wish that I'd let die and live I wish the image of Her, myself, Didn't taunt me from my shelf I made a dusty shrine, forgive The trespass that I own, in pain. I wish that I were sober, honey, And a little drunker, for my money, Though I invested little, and I die: I hope I will not breath last 'til I try.
When I left home,
I was broken and bruised. Daddy took it out on me When he fell victim to the *****. I thought when I graduated, I'd finally get to choose. Find a world where the bars played rock instead of the blues. The day everything changed, There was a fork in the road. There was a wise old man, And this is what I was told. "If you go to the left, you'll stay in hell. But you'll get your revenge when he dies in a cell. But if you don't want revenge, go to the right. You'll travel the world, you'll make a difference. But it will be hard to sleep at night." I didn't even think. I ran to the right. He told me it would never be the same If I ever had to come back. But I was okay with that. I had everything I needed in my sack. Five years later, I woke up alone in bed. A purple heart hung above my head. Even though I am where I am today, I don't regret it. Because when I go to my grave, When someone is asked to describe me, They'll say "he was brave."
I look at the mirror
to only find her staring back, she who's mastered the art of smiling and to hide those stray tear tracks. Silence is her weapon of choice, it's edgy tip enough to raise dread, in face of her frosty ire, one would prefer the bursts of temper instead. Like the duck that paddles in calm, she too rests surrounded by muck and underneath, her fury churns, ready to blast it all to dust, She's picked up every insult, stored it in a corner to recollect and designs her story of vindication ripping apart every shred of regret. Her hands are coated in blood of the desires that she choked to death she has emerged strong from battles and slayed monsters who rest under her bed. The dirt underneath her nails should tell you the moral of her story, she is not deterred by pain, she is not enamored by false glory. I see her staring back at me, and raise her chin in pride, her scars wave the sign of victory, I only need to follow in stride.
I’ve seen such world,
A sight i would always cherish Seeming end to life that begins, And we leave with unfinished words I haven’t flinch nor cried aloud The blood and sweat of soul Obligation Shall find unafraid For we are tears in different shade We have thoughts that hunt us The mistakes with saddened memories A discrete thought of failure and regret Sleep settles it— when you were not to wake The life i have lived to the stars Thoughts can’t fathom into constellations Beyond this place of grieving smiles I have lived a life of no regrets
Never thought you would be so enticing
My Friends said stay back, don’t even try Silly me for not taking their advice I was hooked, and there was no saying bye I don't ever want to say goodbye Cause you're too amazing, too stunning So mind-altering, trust me, I can fly My heartbeat rises, almost skipping a beat My pessimistic mind thinks you’re fiction That being said, you're still my addiction
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Darkness was all around me,
And I like a castle on a quicksand; Forced summon all my chi To pull myself together on a firm land. I lead my life to avoid regrets With my spirits high as a kite. But life has its way to clear it's debts told me I'm worth less than a spite. Grateful to my mate Who showed me a way out; Snuck through a rusty gate Beyond the mansion of self doubt. Held on to a wee bit of hope And showing no sign of standing still. I rode on as a mechanism to cope Like a variegated flower of squill. Didn't take long to learn, Past is not a ghost haunting my present; It made my belief stern. It was time well spent.