"fadding" poems
My heart beats for you as my arms open to welcome you back to me. An urge for your voice has started. After many hours with tears and sadness. I'm afraid of losing you tonight again. Things have change but I'm still here thinking of you. I'm still waiting for you by the window and the ticking clock. You said I'll be there soon but only the night came with sounds that where not you. The shadow behind the curtains scares me. The walls are fadding and changing as I sit alone calling for you. What do I do?
Apr 24, 2016
Apr 24, 2016 at 6:06 AM UTC
Everyday we will smile and play
Windows will shatter across our platters
The morning will come and bid us hello
As you can imagine everyday was fantastic
All of a sudden the world came crashing
Rivers overturn and tress were falling
Echoing around me where sounds of animals screeching
The colors slowly fadding
Light cried goodbye, Night rose awake
Now these forbidden colors washed into grays
I try to tell everyone but no one listened
blinded by their own injustice
Green has been replaced by death
and i try to bring them back to life
all i have are ashes
The world grows form the tinniest of seeds
And blossoms into the flowers that captivates our sights
We pull form the ground and we stop its life
And for what?
To see it die in a glass container in our house
Forbidden colours of a field in full bloom
But not anymore
Greys have blocked the sky's light from reaching them
The world is slowly coming to a screeching halt
Winters are longer and summers are hotter
I wonder if we will survive
Forbidden colours
Of ice in the north and south that are melting away
Into the blues of oceans that are heating
The rush of water that is filling our land into a swamp
People try to fight against something they cannot control
People will like to blame anything at all
But themselves
All of these colours
fade away as we destroy their homes
And become extinct
Have filled the world with ash
Dark and thick like ink
Forbidden colours
Of the ocean blue
Magentas and purples of coral reefs
Red of the uncut redwood forest
Forbidden colours
Of white mountain tops
And cerulean of shining lakes
With underground forest vibrating viridian
Forbidden colours
Meadows that flow of fushia and lavender
Or fields of golden corn
With the rich brown of dirt
Forbidden colours
Of our pink lungs not filled with industrial vile
© Sofia Villagrana 2018
Jun 2, 2018
Jun 2, 2018 at 6:15 PM UTC
I’m searching for my way, back to a place I didn’t belong, a place I used to call home.
The people there didn’t know me, the real me! They couldn’t understand what I was going through.
I left in haste, afraid of what they’d think if they saw what lives within this frail body of mine.
Tired of life and all its burdens. A mind that tormented me with sick thoughts of pain and torture.
Help me, I think I’m lost. I lost my way home, my way back to the innocence I once had.
To days of fadding memories of an afternoon sun filled with giggles and laughter.
Back to my mothers lap on stormy nights, filled with stories and maternal love.
back to the days before it all begun. Please show me the way.
I’m still searching, I have been for so long. I have no hope of finding my way.
It started as something small, a dark spot on a white sheet. A whisper in my head.
People say I turned mad. Another nutcase for the psych ward.
I don’t know, maybe I did, is liking the taste of blood that bad?
I’m tired of searching, my legs are aching, It’s time to accept, there’s no going back.
I’m letting my demons take over, I won’t fight the voices any longer.
I’m sorry if I hurt any of you, I really am; It’s just that I couldn’t tame this hunger.
I feel myself slipping away,as my last bit of reasoning is drowning in this abyss of darkness.
Sep 13, 2014
Sep 13, 2014 at 3:37 AM UTC
Born by the feet of the godness ,
I loved her and protect her,
Cursed I am called
Born by the head of my mother ,
He got her bénédiction and left her ,
Blessed he is said
...
Sithai , no word could describe ,
I brought her to my cavern to get her love ,
Yet her Heart yearned for him
I promised everything she might desire
the Sky ,the Moon , the Earth
She wanted him back
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She prayed , devote , loving , peacful ,
She asked for him , nothing else
I watched and marveled
Uncorrruptible , unexpecting , faithful love
I wanted her as mine , not her body , Heart , that pure and loving one,
I wished to be the one to call it my home
I wished to print on this beautiful soul a part of mine , I wish to be hers , I just wish ....
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Oh , here he is , judging and doubtful ,
Questioning her purity and virginity ,
He refuse to see her tears or the bleeding heart
****** fate , spiteful existence am I ?Hoping for a unfuitful love
Desiring a forbidden fruit
Love
Shall be it , destiny or mighty smither,
Do
or
Bring your mighty thunder
I will receive with open arms
But , I shall leave my mark ,
Her Mind ,
with a chaste kiss on her head
Balade on my heart , trying to take my love for her , to late Ram , I already left my mark
Ravanan must die , so be it , a blade shan't take it , heart , burning for Sithai is it ,
Ten , Thousand , Infinite need it
Oh , why cry , shedding tears for ravanan , we both don't deserve you ,
Nobody does , fadding , my time is near
...
I am sorry , I shouldn't have taken you against your will , male stupidity , I wish .... , No , I am happy enough ...
Sithai may remember me , she could think about this ravanan , so selfish to the end as males are ...
Nov 7, 2018
Nov 7, 2018 at 4:02 AM UTC
i feel so missunderstood im
no bad guy i wasnt a villan wearing a mask
i was never a person of lasting lies time flys by day after day feeling so missunderstood
nobody cares about my
intetions
my mission wasnt to target and destroy but was to nature and love with pation and grace i wanted to teach you a lesson but it turned out to be the end of our story
i feel so missunderstood because i love you but am taken as a liar a wommerniser im just a boy in need of your love and happyness
i wanna grow with you but you see me as a fool
tried to teach u a harsh lesson it turned out to be that the cadles whr blown out and the smake from the cadles are just our memories fadding up into thin air but the two cadles still stand fermly
i feel so missunderstood
Jun 14, 2015
Jun 14, 2015 at 1:54 PM UTC