The lights flicker as the music drowns my sanity, vodka has done its job: inhibitions faded, ecstasy escalted, and momentary bliss experienced. I see you. I see your face. Same hair. Different person. You dance your way through the crowd, as I suffer the guilt of misleading you to a love that's true. I was... Continue Reading →
I look at you, and I sigh. My heart is a whirlpool of emotions; my brain, an abyss of thoughts. So many things to ask you, so many things to say. I practice the words, the clearest way possible, sharp like an arrow, loud like thunder. I line up my thoughts, one after the other:... Continue Reading →
I don't want to write because I write from all my pain. I don't want to write because the hurt still remains. These letters are my tears; these words are my lamentations. This poetry is my censure. I keep quiet in the dark, dark corner of my mind, wishing there was someone I could talk... Continue Reading →
I sat at a corner, my head on a friend's shoulder, a person between us, separating us for a time being. I hear your voice echo inside the room: a song you sing, a song that used to be for me. A song that was me. A song that used to be us. As the... Continue Reading →
The world sees me differently: They see a Knight of Flowers, a noble boy of blemish-free life. A boy whose intentions are pure, a boy who delights in everything simple, whose ecstacy has extra cheese.
Juvenile and unkempt, that’s how you were when I saw you on the day we met, not even a hint of loveliness and adorability; however, that all changed when I knew how you really are— not as what I thought you were, but better than I expected. Vibrant yet timid, vivid yet elusive, vestal and... Continue Reading →
Tonight, I refuse to write my saddest lines; Think instead of the happy times we have had; for example: The day you caught my eyes as you travelled across my plane of existence, The day your lips first pressed against mine, The day you first told me you love me, The day you first held... Continue Reading →
I have been a slave for too long; I have been living a life of servitude, servitude toward my own emotions. I let the shadows of doubt cloud my judgement, I let twinge of betrayal take away all the trust I have, I let the pain of the past destroy the precious memories of our... Continue Reading →
For what could have been if we did not end, for what should have been of our love today, for what would have been the numbers that are now meaningless.
l was never romantic. Roses meant nothing, but just flowers my mother used to grow in her garden. Chocolate was nothing, but something that pleases me when l am depressed. l was never romantic. Candle lights? Well, they are a sign we haven’t paid our electric bill. Love Songs? Those are the stuff they play... Continue Reading →
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