This is my park,
It's in between the pages of a paper
Where I write in large to pour out my heart
The place my peace is found
This is my park, and it's my diary

At starting line, outspoken
At finish line, heartbroken
You and I were once a token
Now, words are left unspoken


© 2020 Poem by Verse Xscape

Sleeping limbs,
hair looking like a display of drunk,
tongue breathing the smell of skunk,
closed eyes still acting as a screen projector for my daisy dream.

All this,
whilst standing,
in a hungry bath.
Hungry for the applause of water droplets,
it’s echo making the drums in my ear bang at every beat.

Oh finally! sober strands of hair thanks
to the medicine called ‘wet’.
Lazy limbs finally awoken by the kicks
of caffeinated splashes.
My crusty feet marinated
in a shallow stream.

My tongue doing the Mexican wave
in a pure fountain.
At least it scared the skunk away.

The cool fingers of the water poking
against my snuggled eyelids.
No more daisy dream.

Thanks to the shower!

All this,
and work is in 10 minutes.

Oh crap…..

Whatever it takes,
I don't wanna be a fake
whoever dare's to tell me no!
I just mean for what I've to lost.
though,  somehow it couldn't give satisfaction most
you'd left me with a broken heart.
Still wishing you,
but cause unknown...

If I ain't enough of
If I ain't worthy of
I do deserve betray
for things mess up to.
cuz it's all about karma
eventually in end,
I’ll forget all somehow.
But mirror of your praise
torn apart long...