Hear the sound of a far gone chime.
Hear it mixing with some romantic poem you read
The night you couldn't sleep
The night you thought you'd take your life then stared at the moon shining in a new way and went back to bed.
Hear the sound of the body lying next to you.
His tangled hair.
Feel your nails creaking on the wall.
Feel yourself crawl into some stranger's sheet.
What have you become?
Have all those pieces made you?
Throw them in the air like confetti, let them fall on your head, watch them add up.
See your mother cutting your meat, Then watch her door closing.
See your lover cutting your own flesh, Then walking away from you.
I grow old, I grow old.
You have come to this day, you've made it so far, says the diary of the winner.
But what is so far? what's the reward? Is today in the past or is it yet to come?
Cradle me with lullabies
Tear my heart down with goodbies
I am young, I am old,
Swirling water with my tongue,
crying speechless tears of pain,
speaking languages so vain.
Though we walked our road so far
we never figured who we are.
Nothing breaks me more than the lies U utter looking deep into my eyes.
Astonished,Puzzled and Disheartened.
Astonished, With the art of ur telling lies flawlessly....
Puzzled, Why it has to be me???
Disheartened, as nothing left, it's me...
So many strings
Colors on beings
What a dark night
Objects seem blur to my sight
I am walking down the labyrinth
With small light, I have no hint.
I am in search of something
I can't really recall what is that thing
I kept walking
This is worrying.
I am lost...
I can't remember which way
I wish to return at any cost.
Let us call that a day.
I'd like to say
Our love is like
Even if our pieces
And hands don't
The picture we
Made together will always
In our memories.
first official poem of 2019
What was it about that moment that made him love you less?
Was it that you needed him, and he was supposed to be the one needing you?
Was it the use of it? That you didn’t share, simply asked of him?
Was it the failure?
Or was it just that before you were unmarred, unblemished,
And then all at once you were just like everyone else.
What was it that made him love you less?
It's sad to witness
those days filled...
with love and joy
were now covered...
with hatred and pain.
here i sit
here i stay
here i will cry
til i slowly waste away
if to breathe is to drown
to drown is to sing
a drug that can ****
can heal a king
here she sits
here she stays
here she will cry
til she slowly wastes away
if to crawl is to sink
to sink is to fly
a man that loves god
can hate his own life
here he sits
here he stays
here he will cry
til he slowly wastes away
just a word ***** poem written whilst i was bored in class.
in the face of tragedy,
innocence is almost aborted in the womb of Life.
furthermore, to keep this little piece of fragility--
this little bit of light that is left inside,
one being divides into two.
once arisen from the deepest of slumbers,
the face you see in the mirror
isn't quite the same one you saw
the night before.
puzzled, but too dazed to pose a question,
you continue onward
with your uncomfortable day.
when night falls,
your hands are around a neck,
stealing away the last of the air inside someone's lungs.
in a flash, your eyes open.
there is a tightening in your hands--
but you are too tired to wonder why.
you arise from your sullen slumber,
and look in the mirror.
why are you smiling?
Cold and Empty are the only words to describe this prison. A place for one being, white and empty, a shell of her former self. Joy and bliss are but a distant memory. Pleading for help she runs to me, shaking me about screaming for relief. What can be done? I can't help. I only gaze...
Gaze into her eternal prison. I now leave to a place she cannot follow. The place she resided before. I leave her to her prison. The prison she resides in now, and the prison she'll reside forever.