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 Jan 2016 Harmony
FiesaLy
stop making
          *me nervous


with the words
you spelled so right

            the truth you
told that night

it felt so unreal
but
i believed it

your smile as warm as sweater in winter
can't even talk to you with my eyes straight to yours
it only can give a fool smile
the charming side of yours kills me everytime

we wanted to be together
*but we could do only nothing
 Jan 2016 Harmony
FiesaLy
life....
a story that must be finished
you....
the character that must be found
me....*
a person who is waiting

i found you
rather than tell you the truth
i only can see you from afar
rather than give up
i only can wait
until you become one
the character of my favourite story
that i adore the most
even though the season has changed a million times
*because i don't want to be a vandal of your love story
 Jan 2016 Harmony
Got Guanxi
Where else do you guys post your poetry other than here??
 Jan 2016 Harmony
Got Guanxi
One script a day keeps the evil away
 Jan 2016 Harmony
Got Guanxi
If i'm not a product of my environment,
what defines who I am?
Exactly.
Precisely.
I do not know.

What am I,
without environment?
A matter of circumstance?

Without a ball,
how can I play ball?

Just kicking stones across the landscapes.

Without a concept of the Ocean,
how can I understand the notion?

I only believe in what I see.

I speak English, as my mother tongue -
because I was taught from being born.

If I was born in India, I'd speak Indian,
maybe English too.

Surely this makes me a product of the environment.

How can I know of TV,
but a tribe member knows only of a spear.

What were exposed to is defined by our environment.

Tell me i'm wrong.
Tell me about predestination.
Tell me about the soul if you wish.

I think you missed the point.

If I was born in a cell, I would know only the cell.
I known what I'm shown and that much I can tell,
that i'm surely nothing more than a product of the environment.

Or maybe,
just maybe,
**the environment is a product of me too?
thoughts?
 Jan 2016 Harmony
Got Guanxi
fortified lies,
forty nights and forty days,
so many ways to hide the devil inside you,
he don’t tempt me,
but he’s got a hold of you,
and i see red,
with everything you say and what you do.
i see you struggling,
just to juggle what is true,
to find the line inside what is real and what is you.
i’ve spent my time,
trying to make your lies to truth,
but i have found that defines me and you stay you.
i’ve seen the light,
and the beacons shine on you,
but you reflect from the lights that guided you.
and now it’s darkness,
but your seeking for your youth,
and as you age, you don’t know just what to do.
and inside, there are pieces of me in you,
but we collide and i can’t pretend it’s true.
i wish i lived, a life as false as you,
but i can’t disguise reality like you do.
and i watch you lose your life until it’s through,
you don’t care, about the legacy abused.
thats ok.
but i just can’t be like you,
so don’t expect me to spend my time with you.
but i miss the things we used to do,
and since you left ,
my dreams will never come as true.
 Jan 2016 Harmony
LycanTheThrope
I hate the way
The rain softly lands on the ground
Just enough to get my feet wet
But not enough
To let me drown.
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