#deathly
I'm so tired, Mum,
Of tackling a lot all the while,
Of hiding my nerves into a ring-mail,
Of running away all the time.
I'm so tired, Mum!
There're so much lies around!
It's so scary, I'm starting to feel
That I'm falling down.
I'm so tired, Mum!
It's so unfair! I can't even weep.
Fluff my pillow like for a kid, Mum.
I deathly want to sleep.
Mar 21, 2025
Mar 21, 2025 at 5:05 PM UTC
the best time to realize
when
what
causes one to experience
the meaning of to be
deathly afraid
is
exactly
when
you are not
joy purifying
enfolds you, envelops, indeed,
you
are subsumed, a sense of being
secondary
to the unusual flooding of the
dry riverbed in your head that’s
been dry since you can’t remember
when
when you understand
that one cannot truly
write only love poetry
to precise excess
unless
admittedly you love
to excess,
otherwise
you are incapable of making
good
love poems
when
you are not
within that
rare off the beaten yes trackless meniscus curve,
in
country
of first love
of
only
true love
Dec 6, 2024
Dec 6, 2024 at 5:47 PM UTC
You see,
I seem to have caught
the deathly hug of hubris
I know everything
But what does it all mean?
The pleasures of life go right above my head
And time drips from my fingertips
Plip, plop, plip
I am a blip
And this hug,
Why does it make everything so sad?
Apr 26, 2022
Apr 26, 2022 at 3:52 PM UTC
There is no escape...
A creature of evil—the dark!
You roam through the night well hidden—
ghostlike!
Your strike –
a deathly finesse! Crushed, smitten,
he falls down – your victim, your mark.
There is no escape!
Jan 20, 2021
Jan 20, 2021 at 8:04 PM UTC
My heart lies with the ones
who play with fire
blackened fingers
complement my eyes
Keep the shadow near
by our desire
we don't need to sleep
if we don't rise
I can tell you want to
get much higher
I've got what you need
you know the price
Angel, tell me
how do you trust a liar?
Tears and prayers
caught between the skies
My heart lies ablaze
in Heaven's pyre
lonely ashes
lingering
they complement my eyes
Jan 24, 2020
Jan 24, 2020 at 6:44 AM UTC
"Useless"
Why don't you use less
Our Father,
Papa in Heaven
He told us to love
Not to discourage or anger neighbors
He told us to encourage
For we are encouraged,
Deadly, the word:
Useless
So two words:
Use, less
Apr 24, 2019
Apr 24, 2019 at 6:46 AM UTC
his eyes do profoundly
haunt
they're pitch black
and of soul so terribly
gaunt
a chill runs down the
spine
on seeing grounds black
one can't bear their deathly
opine
I feel he's not
human
the black displays
no essence of a living
span
a
black
inexplicable
a
black
of
hollowness
a
black
grotesque
his
eyes
of
nothingness
Mar 27, 2018
Mar 27, 2018 at 6:34 AM UTC
The dusty colours,
Lure my eyes to the deep void,
Where deathly eyes lurk.
Apr 5, 2017
Apr 5, 2017 at 7:33 PM UTC
I'm still miserable.
don't get me wrong -
there are pauses, and there are breaks.
there are beams of light, there are glimmers of hope
and there are days where happiness is so golden,
I can practically feel it salting on my tounge,
dancing in my brain
and some small part of me almost begins to believe that
things have changed -
it's going to be better now.
but of course, night is still well and alive,
in it's deathly gloom.
and of course, the petals always plunge through
in a sickening cold snap
and I am brutally reminded that
spring
is just season, not a way of life.
and although the why is given a different name -
boys, alcohol, displacement, bad job -
i find myself surrending to the currents
that is winter days, where sunlight
burns to cold, midnight ash within a few hours.
every few weeks or so, the darkness returns
pinching out the flame that i had spent so much time trying to reignite and
oh, not again.
but again and again, the night falls,
the stars spiraling out of place until
the cold and the heaviness have anchored in my chest
like a yawning need for eternal day -
I'm suddenly left wondering if i should even fight it.
Oct 29, 2016
Oct 29, 2016 at 12:43 AM UTC
Salty air,sultry weather
A lone ship sails in blue waters.
Steadily,inch by inch in the suicidal sea
Making its way through the giant sea.
As the sky turns grey,
And the waters turn prey,
It balances n composes itself.
Against all odds,with all lords.
The voyage has begun.
And so has the competition.
Competition-against the mighty blue sea.
Bon Voyage!
Jan 5, 2016
Jan 5, 2016 at 11:40 PM UTC
it's strange. Stranger than stranger,
a feeling of the coldest of ice shrouding your
body and the most intense warmth enveloping
it and you don't really know how
to react
because
this is it
Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 1:48 PM UTC
Cuts and wounds and scratches
Set deep in your skin
They create little tracks
Like Daddy's motorbike on
That deathly moor
Cuts and wounds and scratches
Creating red blood
To swell to the surface
Like Daddy's body on
That deathly moor
Cuts and wounds and scratches
They are
Deep
Angry
Ugly crevices
On the map of your body
Cuts and wounds and scratches
Deep enough as crevices
To fall and sink into
Just like Daddy did on
That deathly moor
Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 3:34 PM UTC