"wholefully" poems
ignored, adj.; i am not invisible, neither am a ghost, but u passed through me, wholefully denying my existence.
Jul 16, 2014
Jul 16, 2014 at 11:02 AM UTC
afraid of having you wholefully
for a fear of losing you pieces by pieces, slowly
from trapping you inside of me 24/7
to letting you go entirely
by saying i love you each and every single night
doesn't mean i want to be yours
i just wanted to feel, be loved, by loving
in case i don't get any of you
either because you're not used to me
or you choose not to
it doesn't matter
cause every time
my eyes scream 'you look beautiful' in every light i met you
my heart runs a marathon for the hope of welcoming yours into mine
even my nose sense a tragic yet desiring story of one who fell so deep
one became so in love
and for each time you smile, not for me, for who, but the world,
my existence has been blessed for letting you be one of thousands i've seen
one of hundreds i know
one of few i befriend
one of one i fell for
and when the time comes,
i know my invitation never really went away
Jul 20, 2018
Jul 20, 2018 at 11:15 AM UTC
to completely say that,
i am strong,
would be a lie.
I bask in darkness,
hoping my demons would calm,
and that i wouldn't think of death.
darkness, fear and loneliness,
engulf me wholefully,
and i to submit in ordeal.
must i be like this?
to always seek comfort of blood and pain,
and to make me forget just a bit.
downing pills and alcohols,
taking a long drag of smokey puffs.
what more would pleasure me the thought of being free?
to seek myself in the dumps,
the bathtub that sees me more often than the garden,
to feel completely in a state of trance.
am i to still feel what my demons want?
am i still finding solace in the dark?
Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 3:38 AM UTC
and i
to lose
myself
wholefully
and
entirely
in you.
Jun 8, 2014
Jun 8, 2014 at 12:42 AM UTC
why do you keep appearing in my dreams?
lingering in my thoughts?
making me see you everywhere?
leaving me insomniac?
you, a contagious virus,
yet a cure at the same time,
what am i to do with you?
yet i can't seem to live without you.
you are like the paintbrush
to my empty white canvas,
you colour me in various hues,
make a beauty art out of me,
complete me.
and somehow, you're like the sun,
burns me,
consumes me wholefully,
and i to submit in your entire warmth.
you left me wondering,
what it would be like to have you in my arms,
to have my lips against your soft luscious ones,
to have to wake up in the middle of the night
and still find you there with me.
you're haunting beautiful,
a dangerous infatuation,
yet i can't seem to stay away.
i'm overwhelm by yours truly.
May 30, 2014
May 30, 2014 at 8:42 AM UTC