Yearn

Where do I bury my heart? In the graveyard of our wishes or the wasteland of our dreams? For I have this unjustified yearning, For something that was never meant to be mine; But isn’t it just sad after everything? Our ending in an instant from words we never even meant? Why does my soul

Ghost town

Walking through memories, All I see is debris left behind, What hopes have I hoped for, Now lurkes in my nightmares, Would I ever make it to the finish line? Or would I give away my breaths for a happy moment? My heart, oh my heart! Have lost the desire to wish anymore, For my

Hate loving

“Will you ever love the part you hate in me?” He whispered. “Will you ever just only love me?” She answered with a question of her own. Once upon a time, a girl and a boy fell in love. It was meant to be beautiful like the sonets of Shakespear. But it turned out to

Infinite Life.

I tried to express; But my words became my tears, I tried to write it all down; But my pen became my blade, I tried to explain how much it hurt; But my voice became my silence, I tried to tell you how much I am trying to survive; But my plea became my poison,

Realize.

Telling lies of my bravery, Believeing I can decieve, Ever thought why I did such thing? Given my words aren’t telling, Gripping the sane rope for so long, Going in circles lifetime forever, Riding a horse of imagination, Nothing makes me bleed more lies, Serves me right after all anyway, You ask me why is

Will it?

Fallen hopes

Stained Purity

She hoped for a new beginning. But how could she? When her past was lurking in the shadows. She wanted a what they all called ‘A fresh start.’ But how could she? When her beginning has yet to start. She wanted those endless, effortless smiles. But how could she? When tears were her yesterday, today

Despondent Laughter

They believed in her shine; ‘A fake one that is.’ said a trembling voice. They emboldened in her thoughts; ‘Destructive assessment it is.’ boomed a fearful voice. They buttressed in her vivid morals; ‘Blood curdling voidness it is.’ a molified voice countered back. They indulged in her confidence; ‘Fake happiness that is laced with cynicism.’

The Silent Screams

I sat by the window; Looking upwards; towards you, You were smiling in dark; I was crying in day, You twinkle with a screaming bloom; I trashed with muffled voice, You promised to be by my side, forever; I waited for your forever; but it never came, Because forever exists only for stars like you;

My Perished Doll

He broke my doll, a beautiful doll; Made of glass it was, my beautiful doll, Retreated from the path that led to my sweet doll; The sweet doll that slaughtered herself for the love that was dear, Broke down the walls of the stone heart of my sweet doll; Only to be oblivious that those