Like this rose
Who have not petals
But a certain too much
Number of leaves.
Its uniqueness fades
As the grasses suddenly enters.
Monday, September 29, 2014
Untitled #7
For I've no time for you,
You've waited.
You gave me time
While I unheedingly moved on.
Or was it I
Who gave thought of it
While you mocked
My indecision and doubts?
You've waited.
You gave me time
While I unheedingly moved on.
Or was it I
Who gave thought of it
While you mocked
My indecision and doubts?
Untitled #6
I see it
The sorrow in their eyes.
It is heavier than rain
And colder than snow.
Like blade that falls from the sky.
They slowly drizzles down their skin
As each drowning droplets cuts
Just beneath the flesh.
The sorrow in their eyes.
It is heavier than rain
And colder than snow.
Like blade that falls from the sky.
They slowly drizzles down their skin
As each drowning droplets cuts
Just beneath the flesh.
Untitled #5
Tis but a lie
Made by the weather.
A sudden gust of wind,
That actually made no sense.
It drizzled, hailed, snowed
And finally it rained.
Right when everyone
Have worn their winter jacket.
Tis but a lie
Of an abnormal phenom.
Made by the weather.
A sudden gust of wind,
That actually made no sense.
It drizzled, hailed, snowed
And finally it rained.
Right when everyone
Have worn their winter jacket.
Tis but a lie
Of an abnormal phenom.
Friday, September 26, 2014
Untitled #4
Puppets without strings
Whom obeys no master
But dances on the sway of the wind.
Heedless and careless
Of the script
Unwritten by the unseen playwright.
Forever they will be
Prisoners of time
Unless their master returns.
Whom obeys no master
But dances on the sway of the wind.
Heedless and careless
Of the script
Unwritten by the unseen playwright.
Forever they will be
Prisoners of time
Unless their master returns.
Untitled #3
Foolish laymen
Toils and laughs
On soil of jests and memories.
They urges no star
To guide their dreamless nights
Nor clouds
To shade their busiest days.
Toils and laughs
On soil of jests and memories.
They urges no star
To guide their dreamless nights
Nor clouds
To shade their busiest days.
Tuesday, September 23, 2014
Untitled #2
If not puppets, what are we then?
Remove the strings, the puppet master and the jests,
We are but dolls!
Though free from chains
And the script the playwright wrote,
We are prisoners to our childish desire.
Or we are but priced possessions
Made to stand time and admiring eyes
Who mocks our ageless beauty.
Remove the strings, the puppet master and the jests,
We are but dolls!
Though free from chains
And the script the playwright wrote,
We are prisoners to our childish desire.
Or we are but priced possessions
Made to stand time and admiring eyes
Who mocks our ageless beauty.
Monday, September 22, 2014
Fools
Wings, not all can see.
Chains, not all can feel.
Cage, not all would touch.
Freedom, not all would want.
We are fools.
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It's a bit short. A poem for us who're ignorant of what is around us. Blind men that walks no rhythm nor care for the music played by life. Nor are we even aware of the signs that surrounds us.
Chains, not all can feel.
Cage, not all would touch.
Freedom, not all would want.
We are fools.
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It's a bit short. A poem for us who're ignorant of what is around us. Blind men that walks no rhythm nor care for the music played by life. Nor are we even aware of the signs that surrounds us.
Friday, September 12, 2014
Untitled #1
The war is over,
My love is no more.
The guns are fired,
The shells emptied,
The roses and love letters
Are now ashen and decayed.
Yet the wind
Still smells of February air
And the clouds
Darkened still,
Of the rain that has yet to fall.
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My first post, a poem. I just hope another post follows this.
My love is no more.
The guns are fired,
The shells emptied,
The roses and love letters
Are now ashen and decayed.
Yet the wind
Still smells of February air
And the clouds
Darkened still,
Of the rain that has yet to fall.
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My first post, a poem. I just hope another post follows this.
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