Falling.

What have I done to deserve this? What have I done to deserve anything at all? If I could leave this place empty handed, I would. Long night hours have passed and I still think it’d be better to be disowned. Caring is a burden. Being cared for makes you a burden. You may disagree…

Tears

Cowards cry in rain, they’re afraid of pain. What is sorrow that’s not felt when tears crawl down your eyes like razors cutting through skin? I’m not afraid; to face, to embrace, to fade. Again. I refuse to comply to their subjective morals, those flawed beliefs and pointless faith with a distorted sense of self…

I’m fine!

It rained flowers that evening, filling our lungs with fragrance. Roads covered in colours like dreamland. Trees looked like cotton candy and grass tickled my feet. Oh this was the path I’ve always dreamt of, somewhere new, a place filled with love and hope. I fucking despise flowers And I’m glad dreams don’t come true.

Rumination

From torn sketches to lost books, it has been a tedious ride. I remember the wind in my hair and sunlight on my face as I rode my bicycle to school and the tears that ran down my cheeks because of broken things. I’ve travelled miles of years from dusk till dawn, bound to people…

An old draft 2

I wish I could write a poem for you, darling; I wish I could sing for you but I laugh at that thought because it’d be as fake as our love. You wanted a pastime and I was lonely. Perfect match eh? Probably not. Oh how I hated your giggles! Remember when you laughed out…

It’s that time of the season.

You can never be my sunrise, I can never be your sunset; I am not amongst the stars, You can never be my moon; The universe can’t conspire, Nothing’s written on the wall; We write our own story, Then take different paths, The sky takes another colour, World wears a new weather. And until it’s…

One more night.

If only I knew, This would be our last Night together; If only you knew What you said Wouldn’t last forever; If only the sun would stay down If only we could have each other right under these covers Wouldn’t that be enough, Aren’t you the best, ever Wouldn’t that be love Forever and ever?…

Wink wink.

You loved me, I loved you back; You hurt me, I tried to understand; I left you, you came back; Now I’ll hurt you, you’ll understand. (This is something that just came up and not directed towards anyone.)

Portions.

If life was a book And you were the lead I’m that guy you’d always love And readers love to hate

Welcome to my life

There are ghosts in my closet, I wear them to work There are demons under my bed, I talk them to sleep There’s a devil in my past, we’re together in the present My dad’s shirt fits me, it lies in that wardrobe I look dapper as ever But could never walk in his shoes…

We’re on the same page, yes We might be in the same book But my lines are love Yours are regrets

Message / Writing Practice

It was a steamy summer night, all of the tiredness oozed out of his skin as he lay on his bed, sheets wet with sweat. Not an ideal weather for a good sleep but there’s no choice either. When your mind says shut it, you just shut it. His eyes closed into blackness as he…

This !

When apologies go in vain And you’re in love with pain I want you to look at me, Tell me you’ll be back again Countless nights died in silence Waiting for your voice Cruel were the mornings Laughing at our goodbyes With all the ways closed Your intentions, still unclear I hope you don’t regret…