He sipped tea from the disposable paper cup, under a tree, enjoying the drizzle and petrichor. She stirred the mocha, her eyes, aimless. He put on weight; the tee shirt has gotten a little tight and life, hopeless as ever. She burst out laughing as her friends approached her, teasing her about the boy who … Continue reading Distance.
Here you go, sister. This is what I did when I was in class ever since I was a child. My notebooks were full of sketches instead of notes and homework. Even back in college, sitting in the last bench, lost in my own world, sketching whatever comes to my mind. I still sketch when … Continue reading Killing time.
I am a fickle soul; I have altered destinations, steered courses of futile voyages and wandered into places unwelcome. I saw people with arms wide open, pushed away as the scars deepened; discovering I was just another human. People changed faces, faces changed places and I lost myself in a quest to fill the voids. … Continue reading
I won’t see you; Even if I did, I won’t acknowledge your existence. If I did by chance acknowledge, I won’t give a fuck; If I started giving a fuck, You’d be long gone.
Your presence Was like a candle In my life That burned in broad daylight There's no point anyway.
We could always have been the should have beens. But now, we're might've beens. Kudos to us, thanks to you. If you don't mind, can you Move out of my way?
I looked at your picture this morning and said to myself: "If only she loved me like she loved herself" What an irony.
Sleepless nights never bothered me Neither did wraiths It's you, babe, The graveyard of our love And the nightmares.
The suppressed voice didn't dare lash out. The world was getting blurrier, adding to it, the double vision. Is the sky falling down? Why does it feel like the ground is about to cave in? There are people staring but nobody seemed to care. I couldn't feel my arms anymore; my legs gave up on … Continue reading Back to life.
I still see you On the swing, laughing hard Moving slow When I look out the window; Could it be untrue? I notice the leaves that fall, Trees covered in snow, The older I grow; This wrinkly skin knows Your touch was that of God, Healing my soul, In the hot summer strolls.
Down the road, up the hill, Chasing ghosts from memories Reaching out To those tangible melodies Your footprints are in the sand I Fill my feet in from behind Walking the path, being washed away By the waves that came from nowhere There's a voice calling me, "This way leads you into the deep; Wake … Continue reading Incomplete.
This man had a golden ring That guy could dance and sing The pale man held you by your hip The fat guy gestured me to sit Sometimes I waited in that car Other days, I'd just stand afar Won't dare imagine where you were When you come back crying, hiding a scar Took the … Continue reading Fears.
You have a name, I dare not write You have a story, life, an endless night We have memories, can't help but recall Ours is an ending I remember, Everytime I fall Like stones on a mountain, your dreams are scattered The wind blows past my ears, like all our unholy vows uttered My hands … Continue reading Where are you?
Life is a book, you say? You turn the pages Searching for the perfect end I do the same Hoping to begin again
Can't you see it in my eyes? Don't you know How much I tried? Lost count of the times I've cried Judge me if you must Now I'm tired Everything that I had for you Has now dried
Sometimes I talk to the stars They listen, y'know Sometimes I listen to the wind It sings, soft and slow Sometimes I look into the water And hear it say, "you're in for a show" Sometimes I sit by the fire As it warms my soul Sometimes I lose myself Searching for you
We're on the same page, yes We might be in the same book But my lines are love Yours are regrets
Pain, my dear And nothing else Keeps me sane 'cuz when I looked up To the skies for sun, All I got was rain
He stood in the end Of the lane, at the bend A group of four "I don't see them" I'd pretend Please don't say my name Don't yell at me I'm ashamed Why me? Is it only 'cuz I'm weak? It's been more than I can take this week Everytime you pass by A part … Continue reading Oh my!
"You have stubborn eyes" he said What do you mean?? "They refuse to shed tears, your reasons aren't reason enough." What? Why? "Your tears, they need more pain."
How does it feel When you break free from Those chains? What is it like When all your efforts go In vain? Is there pain When you carry all that blame? Tell me, brother, I heard you say "It's all the same" Is your soul now A relic of your past? Do you feel your … Continue reading Oneself.
Leave me be, my friend On the shore As I lay bleeding For, The ocean gives back What it takes.
Leave me in this abyss Floating around, Eroding Surrounded by darkness Away from sanity I lose the ground Drifting for eternity, Devoid of light and sound Ghastly whispers Voices that mourn Lonely spirits weep as Everything is undone Faceless, they roam In this carnival of souls, I watch them fade away Dreading my turn In … Continue reading In your memory
Holding my breath, I gaze upon the ocean That lies beneath The mountain of guilt I stand on Brave enough to dive, Scared enough to live, Reminiscing the days gone. As tears flood my eyes; Tired of my disguise, now I know, It's about time. Looking at the twilight, Almost dead inside I try with … Continue reading Letting go
Burnt papers, Fallen leaves And a heart that grieves; Scars that healed, Tears concealed, Love, the lust and greed; Broken promises Stolen kisses Wasted ink, Everything that disappeared in a blink Blood and scars, Sun and the stars Whisper tales of us Memories, victim to rust.
This shouldn't have happened. If it's really that unstoppable, I must take the fall, not the other. My favourite black jeans is now torn at my knee as I skid past the lorry trying to avoid crashing into the car that crossed us. Little did I know the disc brakes were so effective. I could … Continue reading Memories.
Two wrinkled figures face each other in a coffee shop right beside the sidewalk. A mini chessboard with tiny pawns scattered on either sides lay on the table. "My father amassed a fortune when he returned from the war. While it had its own traumatic effects, war made him realise how important family is to … Continue reading Acceptance
Twenty old photographs Letters filled with paragraphs Clothes that look like rags Bracelets without tags All those collectible cards Figurines with broken arms My interest in arts A perfume that smells like farts Everything, neatly packed In this bright designer box Near the wooden blocks, Between the broken clocks Lie there, no better than rocks … Continue reading Souvenirs
From the edge it burns Every paper, taking turns All the ink on the paper, dark Gone to the flames Yes, that's my arc Raging smokes block my sight I'm getting rid of this tonight Ashes here, ashes there Is anyone there? Does anybody care? Consumed by fire, You perished, my dear; Here's to a … Continue reading Burning bridges