#2amthoughts
she cried on the third
in the middle of the night
cradling her sorrows
which resurfaced from the burrow
the hurt was sparkling greatly
holding an immense armor of maybe
maybe she's still the girl from the past
maybe she can never be steadfast
she let it drown her
until the tears were over
then she closed her eyes, took a flight
this is good night
it took sixteen days
before another night turned to a haze
tomorrow is a new labyrinth to walk through
inhale, exhale; she's more than her blues
Oct 3, 2018
Oct 3, 2018 at 9:48 PM UTC
It's 2am.
The dawn traced my face with chill.
the skies are full of jewels tonight,
The moon dazzled through my eyes
The gleaming gems are out again,
But,
There's noone out there,
Except my shadows and me,
And the still waters of the sea.
It's 2am.
I'm saying adieu to all my hopes.
These songs are all flashbacks,
The beauty in your chaos remained vivid,
the darkness in your laughter still blares.
But the thwack in your heart hushed.
I can see you, but I cant feel you anymore.
Maybe,
Feeling nothing is feeling something.
And it's 2am.
No one's out here but me,
and the dying heart you left.
But then, it's 2am.
if the world would rescue me,
I'll always save this void.
Just in case you run back to me.
Jun 3, 2018
Jun 3, 2018 at 7:13 PM UTC
He lit up her world,
And then left leaving a little bit of his light with her,
She fuels it with their memories or imaginations,
He visits her time and again to gift her that one more memory,
To keep that light burning forever?
Mar 20, 2018
Mar 20, 2018 at 4:31 PM UTC
Here's a poetic division for a boy who caused a dozen,
A dozen expectations and a bucket of hope.
But was I hopeless?
Yes, I was, and it felt tight like a strangling rope.
If I could count those glances and stares that you threw, I would.
To me they're unexplainable but I know there is a meaning.
Those dark orbs of yours sometimes lighten and a shade of grey,
They keep taunting me, under pressure, made my heart beating.
Sweet talk, sweet words, sweet nothings.
How come they zoned out to be a foul?
There is nothing to blame, not even my challenged reputations.
Afterall, it did not matter, because you made me fall.
I cannot forget your hints, they're all stuck in my head.
Every little word you say is quite tangible.
But I regret everything, all the unsolved puzzles,
This memory is the worst and surely unforgettable.
Your label's blank, erased, and unnamed,
I had scorched down my crown and of course, my ability.
As fragile and broken as a cracked vase,
Blue boy, you should know that you're nothing to me.
Oct 26, 2017
Oct 26, 2017 at 3:09 AM UTC
Was I irrelevant?
Or was I being honest?
Did I become a servant?
Or have I agreed to be taken advantage of?
Am I that odd?
Or I'm just totally different?
Have they heard those words before?
Or they just don't want to listen?
Did I grow to beg?
Or I'm just a pathetic pleaser?
Do I approve my dislikes?
Or did I simply became bitter?
Do people give me a definition?
Or I'm just stuck with a temporary guess?
Am I still walking in the path of my own ordinary obstacles?
Or never, have I ever kept entering the shadows of being a complete mess?
Who do you think you are and who do you think I am?
Tell me, darling, am I some kind of a lost gem?
I need to find my peace and a place to be,
Because these questions are still haunting me.
Oct 26, 2017
Oct 26, 2017 at 3:13 AM UTC
Growing up,
My father warned me
About many things.
But he never warned me
To stay away from brown eyes
That glistened when she smiled
Or freckles that only appeared along her
Cheeks in the sun.
He never warned me that I could become
Hooked
On a person so easily.
That I could,
And I would
Do anything for her happiness
Even if that meant
Destroying
Myself.
He never warned me that falling in love
Could be painful,
One-sided
Cruel.
He never warned me for the rejection,
The thoughts
Of never being enough.
The nights
Of drinking
Until passing out
On the bathroom floor.
He never warned me that a person could love
You one day and
Change
Their mind
The next.
But in defense of my father
I don't think anyone
Could have warned me
About the dangers
Of falling in love with
Her.
May 30, 2016
May 30, 2016 at 1:50 AM UTC
if this body was
not mine. would i still hate it
and treat it the same?
Dec 9, 2015
Dec 9, 2015 at 10:36 AM UTC
it hurts to write down
all the words i feel.
memory is a blade,
slashing through the numbed skin;
i bleed in thoughts.
Aug 24, 2015
Aug 24, 2015 at 10:45 AM UTC
i have questions to ask to
those who believe they have
every right to leave trails of
mass destruction blossoming
(like the fresh blood of a flesh wound)
as they trod across a landscape
of broken hearts -
tell me, does it delight you
to watch an entire generation
go down in flames?
Aug 24, 2015
Aug 24, 2015 at 10:25 AM UTC
if there's only one thing I could do all my life;
it would be to know you - all of you.
Jul 2, 2015
Jul 2, 2015 at 3:11 PM UTC
of childhood vice
of ice and spice
of whisky dreams
fermented schemes
but in the days of lore
I'd promised me
no liquor no powder,
no smoke-paper-and-wool
i'd lose myself to dreams weaved from words
but lately all the colour in my skull comes from drugs
because when i went from sweet sixteen
to a sour twenty one
all i did every day of the month of the year
*to **** you all off*,
every single promise,
one by one i killed you,
darlings.
Apr 30, 2015
Apr 30, 2015 at 1:22 PM UTC
Every morning
At 2am
I always find myself cruising down the memory lane
Retracing my steps
Cause I don't know when
When did we arrive at a crossroad
Where it's either
Just you or me
No us No we
When did our love run out
And it's either we stop
Or crash
When did the brakes fail us
And we went careening straight to tears
And heartbreak
When did we get lost
And never found each other again
Mar 19, 2015
Mar 19, 2015 at 5:43 AM UTC
"Maybe this time will be different", she thinks to herself as she lets his hands travel down inside her pants but she's only fooling herself into believing that such love can exist.
Sep 7, 2014
Sep 7, 2014 at 3:56 AM UTC
It's 2am.
I am sitting in the middle of my bedroom
on the ground
alone.
I'm just starring out my window.
Watching the moon drift softly across the sky,
the outline blurred through my sheer black curtains.
I'm listening to the cricket's soft cry.
And I'm letting myself drift away with the moon.
Let me die.. Let me die.
Aug 15, 2014
Aug 15, 2014 at 3:50 AM UTC