A Story Of HopeHere's my handTake it, entangle out fingersWe'll walk togetherDown this alley of golden petalsOff to find hopeIn a dreamland of imaginationJust promise meYou'll never release your graspFor it's the only loveI have left to feel in this heartStay by my sidePlease, never leave me in foreverOur worsts are aheadBut we can fight them togetherI can already seeThe golden gates of Hell nearRising open to usIn the distance that awaitsTighten your gripPromise you love me alwaysThere's no turningAnd I...I may not live through this,Not without you
Mixed FeelingsIt's mixed feelingsDished in confusionAre you attractive in my eyes?Sure, I like your face,And your personality gleamsYet I'm not sureIf this is an attractionOr a great friendshipIf only I could tell you,I want to knowIf you feel as I doWe're nice friends,Yet a kiss from your lipsHas appeared in my day dreamsCould we ever fallUnder that spellThey title "love"?I don't know about that,But despite this mixI do know one thing:I love you.I'm not sure how I mean it,I just know that I do.
Sleepy WindThe sound of the windAs it rustles dried leavesThrough the fresh branchesOf the large, green bushGrowing outside my open windowThe beautiful feelingAs the breeze walks inAnd captures my skinWhile goosebumpsRun away beforeSettling to the realizationThe this is okayWhilst I write,I can hear the wayThe leaves flutter aboutAnd I knowRain will pass in the nightWhile I sleep with the windEven now, my eyes are leavesFluttering about and knowingRelaxation is soon,But the wind will be foreverTo keep me goingEven when I'm unableTo control what's around meSleepy wind,Rolling on,Never stopping,Keeping going,Endless,Tired but goes,For us and nature,Wind never sleeps
My Life Lives For YouI'm sure I'm not the only oneWho has ever wondered whyThey were put here on this EarthTo live for and how to do soI've been called insaneSo many countless times forMy own personal belief overMy own personal 'why' I'm hereIt's in at least my own mindSince I was too young to evenKnow what I meant with it, butIt's my own personal belief thatI live here on this Earth we shareTo be here for others, I meanThere must be a reason to whyI've been blessed with the wordsI seem to share with many each dayI live by the rule of caring, withoutExpecting anything back in returnBut a true smile spreading your lipsMy life is far from a prosperous one,Aside from the family's income amountMy wallet is commonly empty, becauseThat money currently lies upon theTable of my friend's home for their useI care more about a stranger's lifeThan I do about my own, even with theSame exact problems we may share -Then again, going through my own helpsTo understand others in their trekAgain
If I Told YouIf I told youThat I loved youHow would you react?Not like I'm in love,Just like a friend or familyI want you to knowBut I'm afraid to say itI'm afraidThat you'll overthink itI'm afraidSomeday it could mean moreAn amazing friendship,And/or a simple crush...If not speaking upMeans not driving you awayThen don't be shockedBy my silenceBut, if it means you know,I'll speak it outBut only anonymously:I love you...
WolfWondering aboutOopen knowledge ofLives being lived in theFalling evening
World of WordsInterpretationsStyles, ideasThoughts in words,Yet not so bluntThey ask the pointA "why" here and there"Poetry and prose,It's all just words."They tell me,As if there is noDifferenceHow I laughWhen I ask in return"What have youEver written before?""WhateverThe teacherRequests"Is the common replyI don't laugh,For I feel too sad...Sorry for them.Pick your choice,Ink or lead,And place it onA blank pageLet your mind go empty,And enter a new world:One of wordsMove your fingersAnd letters shall formAnd yet...That's only the basisA story, maybePossibly a narrativeIn poetryWhat's your style?Open and blunt,This is whatHappenedI have a story to tell,But you must figure itOut on your ownDo you wantThem to knowYour thoughtsOr are you openTo perspective?Some may think,My examples aboveGo in the orderOf prose first,Then poetryBut only a true writerWould ever know...Because we cannotTell youBut if youThought that...I laugh as I s
Write Our LivesWondering how toRender up ourImagination to a pointThat can never returnExactly to this time.Opening up ourUnderstanding ofReturning home.Living in a worldImitating theVast varietyEach other personSaves to keep.
Complexity InsideWhy need I botherTo tryNobody listens,But if they do,They don't understandWhat's the purpose?I'm smarter than themIn that sense of intelligenceThat states how I know to thinkOthers, just...They don't understandThe complexity that livesIt's a monsterThat breathes my thoughtsA demonThat deems my mindWhy can't it be simple,So that I, the thinker,Can understandThe course of my mind
The BartenderHe takes another crystal cupfrom the rack of containers at his side,wiping it clean,filling it with tonic and gin,and all that liquid gold,then putting it on the counterfor the newest sad sack fresh through the door,full of sorrowand ready to drink away his woes.Sometimes he wishes that it was himsitting on the chair in front of his place,emptying his walletin exchange for emptying his mindand his clouded heartof all their demons.He has bills to be paidand debts to be remade.He wishes that he was the onetalking with this understanding bartender,who just happens to be such a good listener.But he knows that can never be.He has to be the onewho hears all the woes and troubles,the one who is perpetually preparedto offer his moral supportin times of need, disaster, and even any mild confusion.He can't be the one to break or bawl,can't afford to crumble or fall.He has to stand, always, an invincible pillar,reliable, sturdy, robust, and tall.No matter what demons
LifeI'm not livingI'm only survivingThere's so much to doAnd so little timeI'm always in a rushTrying to keep up with lifeWithout a moment to restWithout a moment to thinkThere's no joy in lifeBeing here makes no senseSometimes it comes to meThat I should put an end to it...
Common lie"Are you OK?""Yeah, I'm fine"
ForgivenessI kept staring at the cars as they passed by. Just standing there, under the streetlight, feeling the light rain and the breeze on my face. Wondering if she would come. I checked the time. Almost 10 p.m. All I could do was wait. Would she even come? After all my mistakes, after all my actions, after I hurt her so badly? I only wanted forgiveness. I knew I didn't deserve it but I had to try. The rain intensified as I let out a sigh."Who am I kidding? She will never come", I thought. But I didn't care. I tried. So I turned around to leave. But there she was. As beautiful as I remembered, under her umbrella."You asked me to come, and here I am", she said. "What do you want?"Her voice wasn't friendly. But I went on."I wanted to apologize for what I did to you. I know it was wrong. You deserved better."She looked at me for a moment. Then she smiled."Everybody makes mistakes", she wispered. "Promise me it will never happen again""I promise"And so we kissed, putting the past behind us
Universal mindThere's a whole UniverseWithin my mindLife thereIs just the way I want it to beI'm not sufferingI'm not brokenI'm not aloneEverything is perfectBut it's not realIt's fakeImaginarySo I take a deep breathAnd open my eyesReality is waitingI must returnI'd rather face a real mightmareThan living in a dream
The scarsLife hurts usIt causes us to bleedTime can heal the woundsAnd stop the painBut the scars remainFor the rest of our lives....
DieDie,You liarDie,You betrayerDie!Because you left meWhen I needed you the mostDie!Because you sold my secretsTo my worst enemiesDie!Because you were supposedTo help meBut all you didWas causing me painDieSlowly and painfullyAt my handsThis is your endYou can't escape meI'll enjoy endingYour pathetic lifeDieAnd be goneGone forever
FightForget the restIgnore the worldGive it your bestHow strong are you?To me you're the strongest
Life in the skyThe skyIs like the lifeSometimesBright and shinnySometimesGrey and dullAnd other timesPitch blackBut alwaysWith at leastOne twinkling star of hope
Die a bitI fight for my lifeEvery single dayBut secretlyPart of me wants to dieSo I die a little bitEveryday...
Caring PainWhy is caringSo painful?I just want to help,Yet I'm the oneWhose in pain
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