He needed Her to hold him down
She needed Him to hold her now
Both broken with nothing to lose
They were each other's Muse
05/08. 17
It's hard to find me,
When I don't know anything.
Just tear me down,
Break me apart.
Sick of thinking,
Who am I?
What I am?
And where to stand?
02/07. 17
Used to be so proud, so loud,
For standing out,
In the crowd.
But the angels turned to demons,
Away from the attention,
As all my colors be hunting me now.
Unknown
Dewdrops on thy leaf,
Sweet as I knew,
The moonlight dusk.
Will, thee discover,
The gracious kiss I knew so well.
Also unknown
If you open your heart,
It will tear you apart.
Time will heal,
Fortune like wheel.
Embrace,
the future with crystal clear eyes,
Go underneath,
And seek out,
Diamond mines.
Truthfully,
Honestly,
Give first than receive.
A step toward Death,
To whom we all shall please.
Yet another unknown
May withers away,
And dwindled into June.
How glaring,
Is the light of Peacock blue.
Pecking away onto the sun kissed cheeks.
Shadows come and yet it stays,
Leading forwards,
And setting it astray.
No time to flee,
And no more shall it be seen.
And yet there's many unnamed
Perhaps,
My tears.
Are worth more,
Than I thought.
Perhaps,
My frown.
Are known for,
The sadness it brought,
But yet,
Somehow,
It never occurred to me,
Until you had shown me.
And for now,
Perhaps, just perhaps,
I'll probably keep it in mind.
And next time,
Maybe, just maybe,
I'll figure it out.
Entirely on my own.
05/23. 17
Long was the days,
When I had felt like none.
Tedious was the time,
I sat there waiting on the clock.
First one in,
As I can't afford not to be so.
First one out,
As I have no other reason to stay.
Day by day,
Staying awake,
But yet still sleeping inside.
Night in night,
And I was awaken.
By the daytime dreams,
That haunted me then.
I wasn't scared,
I wasn't afraid,
Just didn't understand.
How could you not feel?
The emptiness,
The surroundings,
Around us all.
05/24. 17
I don't wanna fall like a leaf and get carried....
Away with the current,
and I'm losing my footing,
I slipped and fell,
feeling battered and bruised,
But I'll stand up again
Trying to reach back to my roots.
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A Mortal Sense of Galaxies
Poetry- I write rhythms at the speed of my mind. They need not be perfect poems. Half of these won't even rhyme. But do I really care? After all, the professionals call me amateur. - "Just a petite girl accompanied by Islanders pride, For independen...
