Take a seat when you're tired,
Wipe thy face till your tears dry.
I just hate seeing you cry.
Listen to me as I sing a lullaby,
And to your concerns say goodbye.
Your weariness takes a toll on me
So do your best and to your sorrows, breakfree
Sleep now, my love, for our tomorrow
Be jovial and leave your sorrow.
Don't let my heartaches get into you
'Cause I'll be fine on a Sunday moon
And who knows, we might see a baboon.
But, in case we see a doe,
Please, don't say **.
Just a note.
Dum dum dum
The dreaded sound of drum comes.
My corpse is painted, full coverage of red
How can a body be alive while the soul is dead?
Words, words are knives that aims to ****
Killing is no fun without suffering
Pleasure grows when pain last longer
Break the victim slowly
Just one at a time and don't forget to help them up
Bring them hope and see them stand up to their knees
Now, time to throw more knives until they fall
Let the crumbling hope be their last straw
Do you feel more pleasure?
Watching the hope crumbles as life disappear
In martyrdom I suffer
Yes, such idiocracy still exist
While my identity is gone
no more hope for this unknown entity
But in the same fate, you should not fall.
Dum dum dum
The dreaded sound of drum is gone.
I'd like to remind everyone that verbal abuse is real and it affects a person's mental health. Let us fight it.
Thank you for being my ray of sunshine on a dark day
Thank you for being my backbone, when it feels as though I’m spineless
Thank you for being my voice of reason when I speak nonsense
Thank you for showing me that true love still exists among infidelity
Thank you for showing me that I can be strong and still show my emotions
Thank you for your care, endless support, and affection
Thank you for allowing me to be myself, and live judgement-free
Thank you for being with a hopeless romantic
and giving me the chance to be with the greatest girl I could have ever asked for
Thank you for being my girlfriend ❤️
From the sweetest man that I have ever known. He writes rap but tried poetry for the first time for me.
Can you feel my heart?
It's squeezing but never breaking.
For it is not letting go of the pain
How can I complain?
I brought this to myself.
In exchange for my dreams
I sold my soul
Now, I do have no soul and no dreams.
This is my new life.
People are shapeshifters
They change their skin from time to time
Sometimes they are preys
Lovely and faerie
Unlike the evil norms lurking on earth.
But mostly, they are killers.
They'll **** you upfront
They'll **** you while you're not watching
There's no catching for there is no justice
For no one notice
No one notices because they've changed their skin again.
Just a random thought.
Gazes turning to arrows
Crafted and sharpened to ****
Try and avoid it but it will follow
Snap it and there will be more
Ready to tear your core.
I'm just saying.
Your word kills me more than this knife pierced in my chest
I was your saviour
And you are the death of me.
Here is our story:
The beginning still plays on my head
The images are vivid and alive
You are the one that needs saving,
Lying naked on the street at a cold winter night
I was a passerby who got a glimpse of the homeless child
Our eyes met, just like that
And we became meant to be
Both wearing their birthday suits
In a home built for two
The love burning like a wildfire
As two bodies intertwine
Pushing each others limit
In every passing hour,
You go rougher each time you are inside me
And always finish before me
Leaving me craving for more every **** ******* time
What happened next was a disaster not worth telling
So, let us end it here and not open old wounds
You must go in your own way
And I on my own
An old poem that I decided to finish. Not that I really care.