Asuka

Asuka Mar 30

I like you—there, I said it now.
No fancy lines, no practiced vow.
Your voice? A song that lingers long.
Your smile? A spark that feels so strong.

It feels unreal, a little wild,
Like a daydream drawn by a love-struck child.
But here we stand, just you and me,
No need for grand, just let it be.

The flowers in my heart all know,
Whenever you’re near, they start to grow.
The world is loud, the crowd's a blur,
Yet my eyes find only her... you.

Let’s stay a while—no rush, no race,
Just soft night air and time to waste.
The terrace glows, the sun turns red,
Blushing like the words unsaid.

So here I am, no games, no clue—
Just hoping maybe... you like me too?

XOXO

#love

Asuka Mar 30

Whispers Of The Forsaken Forest

The sky wears my grief in a veil of storm clouds,
Each thunderclap an elegy, each lightning bolt a verdict.
Even if you wash away the crimson stains,
The echoes of your sins will never fade.

Why does sorrow weave my fate into thorn-laden tapestries?
Did my cries kiss your ears, or did you weave silence as a shield?
You shattered me into constellations of agony,
Each droplet a relic of your unatoned sins.

The valleys yawn like ancient wounds,
Rivers of rubies spill through their veins,
While mountains rise as merciless titans,
Laughing at my feeble hands that cannot scale their spines.

The fire you kindled consumed more than my flesh—
Only ashes remain, whispers of a tragedy embalmed in wind.
Yet my soul lingers, a wraith woven from anguish,
Drifting between dusk and dawn, pleading for reckoning.

Lost in the labyrinth of wailing willows, I hunger for justice,
Yet solitude devours me like a specter feasting on the guilty.
You were the beast cloaked in borrowed skin,
A shadow masquerading as light—could you not be human for a breath?

Justice rides the chariot of time, relentless as the tide.
Soon, the wind shall carry the taste of your own venom,
And the stars will script your downfall in the language of the gods.

#pain #betrayal #poeticjustice #metaphorical #symbolism #surviv

Asuka Mar 29

Whispers of the Aged Bench

The wind caresses the teakwood throne,
Fingers of air trace its timeworn tone.
A vessel of echoes, silent and grand,
Holding the weight of a transient land.

Amber leaves pirouette in a gilded trance,
Draped in autumn’s fleeting dance.
Balletic whispers, ephemeral grace,
Spinning in nature’s golden embrace.

Beside it, an ancient oak confides,
Murmuring secrets the past belies.
Once adorned in a painter’s hue,
Now cloaked in time’s celestial dew.

Generations sought its patient hold—
Lovers entwined, their stories scrolled.
Children’s laughter, elders’ sighs,
Tears dissolving ‘neath somber skies.

The sun dissolves in a molten stream,
Spilling gold where shadows dream.
Draping dusk in a honeyed glow,
As twilight hums in tones so low.

A lone bird lilts a wistful tune,
Gilded by the argent moon.
Each note, a ripple in midnight’s tide,
Serenading time as it turns aside.

I gaze upon it, lost in thought,
A relic of moments destiny wrought.
One day, like it, I too shall be,
A whisper in time, untamed, yet free.

The wind still lingers, cool and wise,
Tracing tales where memory lies.
For time does not wrinkle, nor fade nor break,
It merely gilds all it dares to take—
A bench, a soul, an era’s page,
Crowned in silence, robed in vintage sage.

Edited version

Asuka Mar 29

Is This the End?

Is this the end—
the final wilt of a flower that never bloomed?
My name fades like ink
washed away by merciless rain,
my dreams crumble
like abandoned sandcastles at dusk.

Where is the wildfire
that once roared inside me?
Now I am a candle,
melting without a flame,
a shadow chasing a sun
that never rises for me.

What is the point of pain
if it never runs dry?
It stretches like an endless ocean,
each wave heavier than the last,
dragging me deeper—
where light cannot reach.

I walk a road no one else takes,
where streetlights are ghosts,
where even the wind forgets to whisper.
The river beneath the bridge writhes,
never still, never calm,
just like me.

God, was it too much to ask
Wished for some hurdles to lessen,
But even the roadside grass
Knows no mercy under the weight of passing feet

I never wanted to beg,
but mercy tastes sweet
when you are starving.
Still, no hand reaches out,
no voice calls my name.

I tried to belong,
but I am the night sky—
swallowing all color,
never reflecting back the light.

Let me breathe—
but the air is an ocean,
and I am drowning in silence.

Want someone to skip a beat of my heart
Want my soul to rest without vanishing?
Want someone to notice—before I am gone?
God, is it really too much to ask?

Some souls don't scream for help; they whisper. Will you listen before the silence takes them?

#pain #loneliness #unheardcries #darkpoetry #emotionalwounds #lostsoul #deepthoughts #mentalstruggles #unnoticedpain #poetrythathurts

Asuka Mar 29

Unheard Echoes

I write my heart in lines of gold,
yet silence greets the words I’ve told.
Like petals lost upon the breeze,
my voice drifts far, yet none it sees.

I trace the stars with ink and dreams,
but shadows drown their quiet gleam.
Four hands that reach, yet still too few,
when all I want is to break through.

Is it the sky that hides my light?
Or fate that steals me from their sight?
But even whispers shape the sea,
and even unseen roots grow free.

So though the echoes fade so fast,
I’ll carve my name in time at last.

Maybe someday

You are heard, even if the world is slow to listen. And your words will find the place they’re meant to be.

Asuka Mar 29

A Lonely Dreamer

The world of lies, with hollow eyes,
No, it is not the place for me.
You know I'm lonely—so lonely,
No one beside me, lost in the sea.

I long for a soulmate to carve a name
In the golden sands by the restless waves.
But the tides will come and wash it away—
Who do I turn to? Who will stay?

The sun exists, yet hides at night,
Just like me—I seem alright,
But deep inside, I fight my plight.

This world is a shadow, near in light,
Gone in the dark, out of sight.
This world won't change, I know it's true—
But one day, gold will come to you.

Let the dogs bark, let them sneer,
One day, their voices will disappear.
If they won’t let you fly, walk the sky,
If they block your path, keep moving by.

Push ahead, no matter how,
Chase your dreams, don’t stop now.
Without pain, life is incomplete,
Wings will sprout, though your back may bleed.

This world won’t change, but still, I try.
I am alone, lost in the night.
I don’t know when or how I’ll fall,
But I know—again—I’ll hit the floor.

****** tears from words that sting,
Yet life sways like a see-saw swing.
One day you're high, one day you're low,
But through it all, you learn and grow.

Lost in the tides, yet still I rise. It's okay to not get what you want at the start. I will endure it.

#poetry #lifestruggles #loneliness #resilience #dreams #painandgrowth #darknessandlight #riseagain #emotionalpoetry #hellopoetry

Asuka Mar 29

A Dawn Beyond The Abyss

I stand upon the cliff’s last breath,
Where tides arise and thunder spills.
Scavengers circle, watching, waiting—
Yet life still lingers in my bones.

The clouds above, like silent judges,
Could break and drown my fleeting hope.
Beneath, the ocean coils and beckons,
A fathomless abyss of sorrow.

The silver moon, a gleaming specter,
Summons waves to pull me under.
I teeter on the fragile edge,
One slip, one plunge into the deep.

Lightning snarls—a voice of warning,
A jolt to burn or leave me scarred.
If not with fire, then silent shadows
Will haunt me long beyond this night.

I saw the algae, once alive,
Now ghosts adrift upon the tide.
The trees I passed stood tall together,
Yet whispered falsehoods to the wind.

Serpents coil around their roots,
Whispering promises of power.
Many fall to hollow hunger,
Chasing echoes, craving ruin.

But air is shared, though lungs may differ,
And souls define, not flesh alone.
Roots can mend, bear fruits of wonder—
Change, though feared, is never lost.

If you listen, let it guide you.
Nature bends but bids us rise.
Though the storm may rage relentless,
Yet even storms must bow to light.

This poem reflects the silent battles we fight—within ourselves and within society. It speaks of struggles that feel endless, of deception that lingers, but also of change that is always possible. No storm lasts forever, and even in the darkest abyss, a dawn awaits those who seek it.

#poetry #spokenword #literarypoetry #poeticthoughts #deeppoetry #emotionalwriting