Turt - Hello Poetry

Turt Sep 2013

Stuck looking in an empty wall.
eyes needed sleep prefer not to shut.
Head isn't working yet wanted to talk
mouth zipper it all, merely heart opt to squall.

No sound and here it rains, hearing them shout
pouring as it flows breaking mound to its core,
Making such wish little radiance could peep.

All in it is white.
Black tell it all prime
others just wait for all to combine.

if only has the body to control it all

if only has the mouth to talk it aloud...

if only has the heart to pump it's load ...

yet, it's just an empty sphere
where silence do laid
waiting its turn
for it to come out.

Just bravery to need it out.
letting it open for even one would step on
Unlocking its code
and YOU is the key to the world of a
SPOTLESS MIND.

Turt Jun 2013

Tirade; sensitivity

With your words that made me fly somehow.
But hidden within ur innerself its always been your sweetest lie.
Talking bout your dreams devouring me like ashes twisted and slowly disappearing.
The truth acts like a spirited-away. Letting it fly back to its inside.

There's this always inside of you. Something hidden and somethng blocked. Stopping you from outpouring what's inside.

Mind and heart was in despair. They were always contrary but hearing all! With your honesty, i know there is all the droppin of everythng. All numb but eyes were all blown. I cant stop it.
But all a could say. Everythng was fragile.

Revenge has always been part of the human soul. not in its anatomy form or any interior or exterior aspects.
But functioning with its own parts.
Its the anger! Where it all starts. Jealousy and hurt were the main stream and always end to suffering.
Thats all for love. We'd all be needing for us to feel even.
Just a pinch of happiness just to get fair for someone that we love but did somethng wrong within us breaking us. Attacking every tiny vessels which in the end, Turning us into an evil creature.

It was a buss - telling me it was that simple thing. Not to make it more bigger. But lets end this up.
Still it hurts,... Still. Its another woman. Such senstivity arising.

Turt Mar 2013

***** kept in Retrospection

I'm trapped. Oh I mean it.
Giving such attention to things that could make me feel even to you.
But in reality it was such a horrible scene which is all a scheme of visions.

Malevolent feelings running and wanted to break in.
Wishing like a semantics for a vivid point as my head and heart whisper...
If only...
If only you could feel how my senses were in unison.
Holding up like it wanted to implode within my inner me.

But now, I'm like a "CalmdownMAchine".
Yes. Wondering of what you are up to
Yes. My mind were in circles when I'm hearing bout your name.
Yes. Im caught in motion to still care.
Yes. Gravity still involves why im falling back.
But It's always a big BUT's.
Still back to the ignorance is a bliss thingy.
Coz sometimes it's the best way to be.

Scowling. In such time where hate is still there.
Telling that imperious voice in my head to be still.
Awaken me oh. . Please!
Just tell.. you needed me.. So please stay.

Guessing of tomorrow's tale
Keep thinking of what should i say or you'll say
Hope promised words shall never fail
For it's all a credulous act.

Maybe, time has read its fate.
I dont know what's your worthiness
Loving just to say and act.
I'ts not that enough.
You've been blind after all
Coz All you do is to follow what others tell.

Such a sad word to say but, I tell you
Risk is what it all takes...
and love is about to recline
Like Dots that needs to connect to its line...

Turt Mar 2013

Words of a Partner In Crime= M.M.P

We do have in common but not in what we do.
We have our own dreams yet so hard to make it come true.
Yes. We two are different but feelings may can't deny
Oh, this heart never fails to brag you.

Years passed, but now I still can't get over you.
but You!
Oh dearly happy with your life anew.
I may did regret some but looking over it , What did I do?

Two years. I forget, I do things that made me comfortable in some ways
but just for you to know.
Im still not over you.
and denial is not yet gone.

Now, Im here.
Proud of myself in my own ways.
Still blessed but still a bit broken.
Had learned yet a bit afraid of loving again.
Cheers.
For chances and opportunity again.

Things are just turning to its own way for now.
but i tell you.
Someday, acceptance is all i have
and thanks for I've conquered all above it.

#real feelings of my beloved partner in crime. for MMP!

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