Tag: poems
Sleepless City
A flux of people going up about the street,
leaving behind the warmth of their bed sheet
searching for opportunities that will make their dream real,
feeling reluctant to standstill
something needs to be done,
a mission to complete.
Pave their way to reach the highest level of the ladder,
though the body is exhausted to carry one
but the soul feel oblige to achieve the goal of their misery
the fruit of their labour doesn’t come cheap,
it pays the bill,
working endlessly is a promise they willing to keep
the sweetest results of their action shall help them feed their hunger filled with greed.
They carry on like a strong human living machine,
Ensuring that they get everything they need.
They bow down to the same KING
A king which suck them dry their last penny,
Giving them false hope to salvation.
A drug given to increase their devastation,
A price paid for their misconception
A decision made with false information.
I FORGIVE YOU
I forgive you
for your lack of knowledge,
for your blindness which led me to hate,
treating me as a prisoner in my own place,
taking away my fate,
bearing the fruits which haunted my common sense,
leaving me feeling afraid,
showing me free flowing fountain which cleanse my innocence,
a sacred river which overflows with lifeless pleasure,
floated with limitless adventures.
I forgive you
for your careless mistakes which got me into trouble,
left me in so much debt of denial,
for your lack of consideration,
forcing me to react on impulse
letting the greatest opportunity of being true to myself to pass me by.
I forgive you
for your failure of understanding what I want…
for unleashing the darkest monster that live inside me,
for teaching me the distinction between pure love and lust,
for making me sleep on the bed adorn with shattered dreams
for walking with me through the path filled with thorns,
for making me beg for more
yet you knew that the implications of getting your poisonous affection
will gently activate my thoughts,
making the wrong to look right.
I forgive you
for wasting my precious time to deal with your foolishness,
for letting me explore the beauty of your uselessness,
for creating an impact which is meaningless,
for contradicting my values with your problems,
for holding my hand and pushing me to the limit
which made me the person I am today…
for being a fake friend which sugar coat lies with truthfulness,
for leaving me powerless,
a manipulative lover who do anything to boost his ego,
deeply stimulating his wickedness with beautiful music,
slowly captivating my mind unconsciously
being a guide which led me to unfamiliar places
places which showed superficial beauty
places which are beyond imagined
let alone pushing you to forget reality.
Imagined stalker
Constantly looking behind,
A fear of being followed bombard your mind,
releasing a troubling pain through your spine,
Getting anxious,wondering how you’ll feel if you caught his sight.
You know that he wouldn’t survive in hiding,
The promised made would be broken eventually,
You’ve brushed off his memories like dirt,
considered him meaningless
Yet he left behind a sentimental value which seems hard to forget,
You knew he was behind you all this time,
Denying and carry on like your mind is playing games,
called out his name…
suddenly realize something are hard to change,
you knew who he was all along,
The connection you both shared was so strong,
Treating him like a stranger was just a recovery mechanism which lasted for a short while
feeding your hunger for being with him with lies,
he became your darkest longing,
Your dirty secret which overrides your values and principles.
Making you vulnerable,
though he remained a guest in your castle,
but his arrival changes everything.
His reaction,your reaction becomes predictable,
you stumble and fumble
but at the end you are able to find each other,
you and your imagined stalker.
I WANT HIM
Eyes looking,
Undressing every fabrication of his ego,
Fighting the temptations that lingers through the air like a hero,
Feeding his unbearable hunger of affection like there’s no tomorrow,
The friction of our bodies would slowly lessen his sorrows,
Deep darkest secrets hidden within the depth of our emotions,
Feeling reluctant to take that first step of confrontation,
I know he feels the way I feel
I have seen the glow in his eyes everytime I am around
Pretending that we don’t feel the fire burning everytime we get closer,
Our smiles hiding the agony of our heartaches
leaving the desire to soothe our disrupted imagination,
I want him more than anything,
I want to feel his tender loving embrace
Enjoy this precious moment with him
Write down our memories in our hearts
Lock him up within the sweetness of our orgasm,
celebrate the truth even if it left us uncertain
For so long we’ve been waited for this dream to become real,
Our circumstances creating a bridge to hinder us from expressing how we feel,
stealing my innocence with your touch,arousal strokes
Loving him was a dangerous game I was keen to play,
Lured him with mt resurrection of sexual arrangement,begging him to stay,
Thought I was the one in charge
yet it turn out to be I was wrong
He was fooling around all along,
Pretending to be a puppet
while he remained being a master.
Something missing
Omitted paragraphs which makes the story incomplete,
A lack of sensation,a difficulty to grasp how I feel,
A tune of a particular song
playing with unfamiliar chords
Reality which intend to sugar coat everything
building a bridge between the truth and perception,
a loss of revitalizing properties to keep the mind and soul in peace.
A lack of dream realized
woven with a thread of fantasy,
leaving the mind with unanswered questions,
pulling you away from the light,being an uninvited guest.
Remedy your confusion with meditation,
losing that golden key to unlock those priceless moments can still be found,
taking you to places you couldn’t imagine
Hiding within your fears is not helping,
take a deep breath,climb up on that stairs.
You might be closer on finding the real you,
the truth will rejuvenate your troubled soul,
Allow you to enjoy the sweetness of peace and harmony.
Something is missing
constantly losing friends,
loneliness caving in,
The moment you start reaching out
You begin to lose everything
You need to wake up from dreaming
start doing…
believing that you are capable of doing anything.
TEARS
Release your emotional baggage with a good cry,
Dying in silence ignite the fire burning inside
Give yourself time,shut yourself away form the world for a while,
meditate,try to make sense of what’s going on.
An echo of his voice,slowly destroying me.
making me feel numb
How do I stop him from crawling back in?
Eyes closed.suffocating,trying to caught my breathe
He is a mirror of shame,
A reminder of my short-comings
A unforgettable bastard!
He knows how do bring out the monster in me.
Replacing my anger with agony.
His sweet layered strawberry cake taste like rotten meat.
Here I am trying to reach you,
searching for a place once knew,shared,created memories.
Now I understand that love dies,
I can’t run away form the torture of the truth
Sucking me dry,until I lie
Living with the pain,a smile on my face
Close off the curtains of shame,
Tired of playing your useless games,
Things were never meant to be the same.
I am running a race to heal
One day you will be unforgettable dream
forgotten tune,meaningless drum beat
Remain in the darkness like a moon.
keep on being the world best fool.
Imagination
It had given us the possibilities ti travel places which we never knew.
Opened our eye to experience the hidden magic locked in our minds,
We submit ourselves upon things that no man consider to real,
What the next party fails to understand
is that there’s a gift that lies within us men.
A gift which is fairly distributed by our creator
It is up to a man to try and unlock the mysterious forces found within a gift.
Although one may argue that the gift pushes us away from reality.
Do we have certainty that we know what is real…
Good or bad things had been created by our imagination.
Our imagination holds the power to see things from different perspectives.
It feeds our intuitions
Allowing a creative man to invent a beautiful piece of art.
Do you believe that we all have this particular gift?
failing to embrace and understand it
feels like failing to accept a part of us.
Our imagination gives our lives a new meaning
it makes the picture more clearer
strengthen our instincts to be stronger
therefore a new chapter of our lives unfolds
A story untold is shared
Shared to a man that listens with his heart
Though he is the captain of the ship
He knows nothing about his destination
he is just sailing through the shore
Yet deep inside he knows that his imagination will get him
where he belongs…
I am Afraid
Afraid to look deep in your eyes
searching for the truth I do not want to hear
exposing,ripping and leaving my soul bare
a task left unattended to try and forget
leaving an intense feeling locked inside
taking away the peacefulness of nature
A melody that will always echo
making you lose control of yourself
A curse overshadows your judgement
fighting temptations
but deep you know that whatever you feel is beyond
your control….slowly fading the memories into the darkness
making me vulnerable,fragile and together we will shine
like diamonds as we dine under the stars
I don’t know whether this will last forever
you got a funny way to show me how you feel
teasing me and playing with my emotions
although I like it…I would like to know where I stand with you.
Tell me if you enjoy being a guest in my house
or you want to be my dearest friend.
I am afraid of what I will do with you
You just know how to control me unconsciously
making me think as if you are a necessity
What do you really want from me?
I gave you my all…why are you not responding
I guess you are feeling afraid like me.
WAR
We are at war,
Armoured with only our voices,
A pen and paper our only weapon
Writing our stories,
Stories which will forever remain
within the heart that listen
We are artist,
Artist who paints pictures of reality
Just look closely
Allow your eyes to see the ugly truth that lies within.
Cultivating the soul with all beautiful things.
The picture holds no sympathy
It reveals its ruthless nature unconsciuosly
reflecting the complexity of the critical mind.
The artist doesn’t care about being admired
he only cares about sustaining the reality of his craft.
he is the Soldier
fighting an endless battle
a battle that has no victory
yet its occurrence is satisfactory
It had occurred for long time
taken everything I thought it was mine
made him innocent like a child
he do not know when it began
All he remember is the beautiful sun
The sun that exposed him unto his enemies
leaving them helpless
His craft is heartless
So much blood had been shed
Lots of lesson had been learnt
Inspiring strangers had been met
And he doesn’t feel reluctant to call them friends
They are his family which he never had…
They are his revelation he never anticipated
His words left him uneasy
leaving him in great suffocation
Pleading to find redemption
Then feeding his hunger with great expectations.