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My answers will be told...

 They tell me to rebuild from the remains, How'd I tell them I sweat it all in the rain? No equivalence of my guilt can truly measure up to your tears They say the pain with time will slowly wear, To great heights and long distances, I thought we'd travel, Now I'm digging in the grave of my soul, holding a shovel. No end, no closure, no thought, not even a last word we shared. How do I believe that all this while you did not pretend but cared? I know I'm your demon that disgusts you every night Has it ever occurred to you what made me stand in this plight? But I'm not questioning, not expecting anything more Just let me know how to carry these scars leaving me sore? Yes, I know you'd never face me for I'd ask questions my eyes behold. Only if you hold me once my answers will be told.

Bliss of time!

 That's the beauty of a home right; it's cold is warmer than the breeze outside! How did I know; I was just a shelter you stood under for a while? For when its warm and sunny outside again You'd leave at once and go Blaming I was never enough To make you feel at home... Now I fear to be myself Cause that's not what you like You want to carve an image of mine What suits your bliss of time!!!

What if?

 What if I was made of thoughts so sublime? pardon me for not relishing this real life!!

MY AXIS!

 I hated to see my planets revolved around you, while you were taking a round across the universe. And when I almost gave up a new light came towards me making me realize that my universe is still expanding. I've yet to travel across the galaxies and holding on would only rebel against my will to explore the ever-expanding limits.  How often we limit ourselves taking shelter of our emotions... making them the excuses to move forward. Instead, what we need to do is to feel the emotions to let free of our shackles and liberate it to the universe. No, I'm not any philosopher but the one who believes in the prophecy that everything is in sync and is moving forward to greater reasons, the ones we unknowingly manifest. Call it the walls having ears was actually true... they were always listening and conspiring, not against but for us. 

YOU LET GO..

 I'll sit you down and say She's not the girl you meet twice..   You're losing her..letting her slip away into the night It's unfortunate you know; such a heart-breaking sight!   She's only been nice to you   You have no idea just how much Her heart is a masterpiece that she's allowed you to touch..   She'll probably just not let anybody know it, but she saw something in you!  And don't tell me that I'm lying cause I know you felt it too   Maybe it terrified you so deeply; that's the reason you let go..

THE NIGHT I LOST MY FLIGHT!!

 The day was dusking as I was sprawling in my bed Sounds had hushed and the day was dead, My eyes lit hope with the sight of you I sprang forth my hands anew...   Then you appeared like a ghost in the fog, With the intentions of making my heart sob. 'Come to me oh! my little fairy!  Its time to play a game that makes you go merry!' From a single moment on, my life was forever changed, Like everything I knew had been rearranged...   Wracked with your charm, I am circled like prey The cold force of your hand made my soul abray, Layer by layer your claws thrusted into me A hideous smirk, a cowardly glee;  Tears rolling down for I didn't know how to utter plea!   Suddenly I was captured, no flight or escape Did I deserve it or was it my only fate? You slipped off my shirt and undid my skirt Put yourself on me and then it began to hurt...   You shattered my wings and filled me with dirt If this had to happen, why didn't you kill me at birth? I was so small ...

SELFISH!

 Hurt when gotten tastes sweet but when given takes a heavy toll on you and the future ahead...regret goes deeper than guilt and scars you with life-long shame, it shakes the sense of self belief and worth! I might have survived if it was done to me but how do I look at my very own shadow knowing I betrayed my love. It shatters me as I look down to myself in the reflection of past: a someone who now deserves to be a no one. what's harder? The thought to be surviving with the same self : knowing how it gnaws me with the horrors of my actions. The thought of repentance that lingers as a leech drinking the elixir of remorse...it eats away my conscious even though how hard I try to look still on the outside, the turmoil within is growing like a hurricane. A slow toll to take what lies ahead... How do I stop this rage and hate I developed for self? Is there no way back to rewiring the timeline? Can I not get just one chance to remake my decisions? no...being vulnerable is your punishmen...