"awak" poems
The karvings of this awe-full fantasy amplifies,
the throbbing of my freezing heart.
The shapelessness of the kloud whispers,
wonderful mysteries in inaudible murmurs.
The blue-orange painted kanvas above.
The silhouette of the mountains that hide,
behind the undaunted smokes that forms.
The opening that the heavens made,
to show the earth its dazzling threshold.
Gradually.
Sensationally.
Approaching the land with unfathomable ardor.
Devout of the seamless tenuous night,
Gangas klangs echoes through the cold.
Lumps of land deprive the moment of silence,
as the people sing to the gods with reverence.
Heareth me, O goddess of the krops!
O god o'er all the mountains come see;
How gracefully she stood before me.
While the pyre gives emphasis to her figure.
*Kurves of the kreseant resembles her smile;
edges of her lips sink.
Beautiful exkavation mark on her left cheek,*
all in perfekt symmetry; perfektion in all she is.
"Saya Suka Awak" I told her.
that very moment:
Sparkling of the stars devoured our eyes.
Sweetest morose partings seeped in voiceless lullabies;
in unison with symphonic notes lulling unsaid goodbyes.
Through the last movement of vagueness the moment subsides.
For the love that profess fades,
with the chilly thin air it travels;
back to the heart of the other.
Oceans apart they were,
yet atop the mountains. . .
love blossomed.
Aug 16, 2014
Aug 16, 2014 at 9:33 AM UTC
*Segampang-gampang dia,
Gampang lagi awak.
Sekurangnya dulu dia usaha juga mencari.*
Translation:
So many times I tried to convince myself you actually might have cared and you didn't just use me and throw me out like worthless trash.
Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 11:58 AM UTC
night falls
but i dont
all night awak
with nothing to do
with nothing dut thoughts
sun rises up
i look out
my mind is crazy
so am i said
my own counsious
breaking
sleep
going slowly insaine
scared ashamed of what a perfect mistake
being what you were made
finding out what you are
seeing the freak in your own eyes
society screws and kills
my eyes are blood shot
more less sleep makes me want to scream but i need to know my store
scares fill my face making you look like a train wreck that cause the scares
who are u do i know you
are you the threat of me
shouldi just keep going crazy
no answeres have been made
your all alon in the big wide world
normal people scare me when i freak out when they come near me
no sleep turning me in to a scary monster at 3:00 am just like when u see ascary monster i am the scary monster
poepl look at me i might be kinda paranoid since every ones silence
i dont know who i am expent my every mistake.
i splacsh water in my face
but that dosnt change a thing
this wold has no boundryies
i see the reflection of my self in ther meior
i puch the mior shattering glass in my fist
anger grows deep
when society is just a mistake you make
i go insaine do i follow or decay
Nov 19, 2015
Nov 19, 2015 at 11:20 AM UTC
Spirits soaring
Twinkling star
Love awak'ning
Meteor
Gay abandon
Deep repose
Frangrant lilac
Wilting rose
Tendrils seeking
Drawung bacj
Great abundance
With'ring lack
Surging upwards
Windswept sray
Rise to Heaven
Fade away
Seek a rainbow
Sparkling hue
Find a diamond
Drop of dew
Wings of silver
High above
Be the emblem
Of my new love
^^^
Mar 12, 2017
Mar 12, 2017 at 4:11 PM UTC
~
rivlets form beneath his feet,
where sun-parched dust
begins to weep, as it has
ten-thousand times before;
water’s endless cycle courses,
to the valleys from the hills;
retracing paths from end to source.
how many lover’s bodies
have been washed anew,
in streams of cleansing flow,
in this flood that ever cleans?
how many runner’s skyward faces
turned to welcome cooling rain;
or young girl’s pretty dresses
river-laundered; or young lips
taste of heavenly wine?
how many farmers bent a knee,
to offer grateful homage
for a gentle early sign, of
this whispered blessing,
awak’ning slumbering seeds?
have you e’re considered this...
these refreshing drops so sweet,
distilled in heaven’s winery,
bear every moment sensory;
a show of nature’s finest.
drops and sprinkles carry
every tear of grief and joy,
humanity has every cried.
a cistern gath’ring mem’ries,
like the tide gathers shells;
awash in collected tears,
caught up in heavenly swell.
oh spring that ever cools,
oh well that ever quenches...
to water we are drawn to go;
our immersion deep,
in rainfall’s drenching flow.
to its sound we drift to sleep;
caress to calm and soothe the aches;
lakeside dip for tired feet;
it's thunderous roar the soul awakes.
~
*post script.
water... so many forms, all around us, yet none is really new... only renewed!*
Mar 20, 2017
Mar 20, 2017 at 4:04 PM UTC
Wide awake in a room
swallowed by darkness,
my body is cloaked
with the haunting grasps
of a memory.
A recognition of a bruise,
though the damage is spectral,
the revival of the thought
hurts my corporal vessel.
Causing apparitions of a dark figure,
slowly emerging to my body.
trying to hold me as it envelops
its ghastly form.
It whispers words
that took long to forget,
blurring my mind
as images conspire around me,
rebirthed in the flames in which
i burned them to death.
Slowly, i weaken
until i am fully constricted,
giving in to the thought,
to the figure, to the memory.
Falling asleep.
Tt trying to st ay awak e but
i d rath errrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr fall asleep
t haan to be haunted
for theeeerest of the nig h t .
Apr 15, 2018
Apr 15, 2018 at 8:25 AM UTC
I’m awake to my own crippling
Knowing that it’s crippiling me
Aware ite like my own branded disease
I’m awak to it...yet no one can see
So silenced by my own homemade fears
It’s something I need
Yelling out to save me
Yet no one is here
I’m awake
Yes, I know
To stop this madness
I don’t want to, but I have to
Let go
Feb 14, 2018
Feb 14, 2018 at 5:57 PM UTC
awak all night with shallow minded thoughts. awak all night with nothing to say except the rejection you have been to lost and shattered dreams. tears have shed but no point to even care when you have nothing to hold on to when u feel abandoned like every try u made to make a new friend. my heart will sing to it own rythem. but my voice will never be heardd ever again from societys **** fallen angel what regrets when you feel hollow and weak with thoughts and regrets. loved or not loved nothing to keep up just fall deep into a path that will break apart making you spin into darkness you cant lift.
Oct 14, 2016
Oct 14, 2016 at 9:58 PM UTC
The stillness of the morning
A quiet time to think
Burning off the mist of darkness
And drying up the dew
Ev’ning shadows long forgotten
As golden rays appear
Casting off on a new day dawning
With incandescent light
Like fishermen in hip-boots
Trailing lures in streams
Teasing dreams to follow
The long forgotten embers
Of yesterday’s embrace
New shadows of awak’ning
With piercing crystal light
Leaving empty spaces
To be filled as time progresses
Toward another afternoon
The patches still in grayness
Soon to disappear
Ending off the day’s transition
As morning overtakes
The dawn of another journey
A day to be revealed
Moving on toward a day of brightness
Another day with you
Jul 22, 2018
Jul 22, 2018 at 12:43 PM UTC