poetry

  • My Darling Soul.....

    My darling soul,

    Let's brave these deserts

    As they are pure and authentic!

  • Ode to the lighthouse

    I came to you with my wings ripped against my will like a wingless bird locked in a golden cage,
    I long to fly free above the skies, 
    beyond the stars and moon, 
    but i came to you to mend my wound,
    For the pain of worldly deception and contempt had left me bleeding,
    that i cry every night, silently, 
    weeping deep inside, loudly,
     

  • Oh Little Lady

    In the four walls closed,
    She's weaving her dreams,
    So fragile, she seems,
    Still hoping for good. 

    In her lonesome room,
    She is shedding tears,
    Does anyone care?
    Still caring for all.

  • Omen

    Knocking on heavens' door
    No one opens...
    Brutal breathtaking blow...
    Blood on the damn floor...
    Ominous omen...
    Craving more...
    The flame stays lit...burn
    Persevere...survive...endure...
    It's coming,I'm sure...
    Dreaming that one day
    You'll see me...
    My talent supreme...gifted..
    God given...I'm lifted
    For the longest time
    Loathing lonely nights...
    I felt like folding...
    You play the cards you're dealt
    I'm all in...

  • One more try

    I yearn for death in the small of my back,

    Every crack in my bones ache for the pain. 

    I crave the feeling of a blade vertically down my wrist 

    The slipping of consciousness.

  • Puppeteer

    You ask if my heart was yours to own

    And I say 

    My heart was broke so no, though my soul I give thee to hold

    Your soul? What could I do with that? You asked as you grasped the small white flame

  • Rolling bulldog play

    Rolling bulldog play
    Along hills
    For the bulldog thrill

  • Secrets

    Secrets that I hold inside aren't very kind.
    If you knew me, you would cry.
    The nights lying awake while you slipped into my room
    My heart was filling with doom.

  • Selfishness

    abort your idealistic views. 
    Your physical certainty is lack lustered, 
    Coated with inadequacy. 

  • She

    Not an ordinary girl...
    Black hair that shimmers in the limelight
    Pale skin that illuminates her full red lips
    Eyes as dark and cold as a soulless beast

  • Someone to love

    You inspire me
    Elegant angel sent down...
    I look up to you and to the powers that be...
    Please look over her and me...
    The first time I saw you...
    I couldn't curb it...
    Do I deserve her..?
    I was so nervous...
    But since you.. I've evolved to purpose...
    Lavish lust lured me...

  • Stand Alone

    Stand alone girl,
    You are making it better, even alone, those arms will never hold you again, neither you will see their smile nor their shadows.

    That one who smiled at you on your triumph, yes he is smiling like an evil, then this one who cheers for you might not be cheering,
    But you still believe, cause you're ingenuous.

    Stand alone before all around you tries to drag you down,
    Cause one's victory isn't a beautiful story for others.

  • Stitching up

    Stiching up
    Every soul here today
    Starting over with your love of today
    Right from the beginning forevermore always

  • Struggle

    Life is hard
    It gets really hard sometimes
    From small things,
    Small fears, small worries, small problems
    Day by day it gets piled up
    Thought I’ve able to take a control of it
    Thought I’m already okay
    Without realizing that those piles are actually still there
    Until one single thing added up to those pile
    Causing all of them to break apart
    That’s when I realize
    I’ve never been okay
    Those small things are piling up
    To the point where I can’t bear anymore
    Where I fall to my knees
    And my tears break
    I feel like I barely hold on
    I wish I could just let go everything
    I wish I could end all of these
    Is dying the answer?
    To end all the pain I hold in this world
    The pain of incapable of doing anything
    The pain of keep wishing life will get better but never knowing when
    The pain of trying to live with this pain
     

  • Synonym for sadness

    Overwhelmed. 
    Scared. 
    Paranoid. 
    Frightened. 
    These are a few of the words I use to describe myself. 

  • Tears

    Tears coming down my face
    1,2,12
    I can hear my myself crying
    My heart beating, I had always been alone
    But now this was real
     
    I never really knew
    If anyone loved me
    I had always heard love is
    What makes you happy 
     

  • The Walk

    Tortured enigma...I walk alone
    My bruised and bleeding feet beat the pavement
    Sleep's fleeting and filled with forgotten dreams..
    Life lived all around me...
    Though nothing is ever as it seems...
    Sometimes I wish I could feel what "they" feel...
    But in conceding I found me...
    This candid candeza for itself speaks...
    You see I died yet lived to tell the tale...
    I put the rest up for sale...
    For next to nothing...no less...
    Devious dealer dressed in prada...
    The devil in disguise...
    Dispensing death on demand...
    Open 24 hours...
    Cash on delivery...
    No credit or medical aid cards...
    Next narcotics become nessasary...
    Nearly annihilate me...
    Swiftly...
    With nothing left to lose...
    I remove the noose...
    I decide and choose...Live..
    Even if it kills me...
    It is said,"He who overcomes will not be hurt at all by the second death. ..
    Gracious father...
    Help me be my best...
    From now till comes...
    My last breath...

  • The Word's Stead

    If the world remained silent, leaving things unsaid
    If lips never parted and words are dead
    How must we link a line to connect
    How must we bind the things we select.

  • Those Days Are Gone

    Those days are gone
    When you and I walked in lawn
    When birds sang for us
    When air blew for us
    I remember that rustle; the short-lived rustle
     
    Those days are gone
    When you and I sat under the tree
    Like birds set free
    Like labors let free
    Free to fly; free to enjoy
    I remember that glee; the short-lived glee

  • Twenty Two

    In the grand scheme of things, twenty two seems small,
    But when it comes to lives, that's not the case at all.
    On Monday the 22nd of May in 2017,
    At a concert in Manchester, that was the scene.
    The scene where took place something terrible,
    Breaking many hearts, leaving holes...irreparable.

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