You were beautiful,
You were smart,
Future blindingly bright,
But then you began to fall apart.
You had the world at your feet,
A celebrity at your school,
But then you started ditching classes,
And became the class fool.
Summoned by the principle,
More than once or twice,
Detentions and suspensions,
For getting into stupid fights.
That respectable image,
You worked so hard to build,
Went up in flames,
When you started taking drugs and pills.
Disowned out of shame,
You moved out into the streets,
Settled in the red light district,
And became a hacker and a thief.
It all started with that girl,
A demon in a skirt,
She took you for a ride,
And made your life a blur.
You fell fast,
You fell hard,
For that lying bitch,
Who played you for a car.
She broke your heart,
And left just like that,
But you never recovered,
And just fell flat.
See in this set of words,
That you are still being cared for,
I'm not done with you yet,
So don't you dare walk out that door.
We'll figure it out,
We always do,
But never forget,
That I'll always love you.
Saturday, November 24, 2012
Friday, November 23, 2012
If walls could speak
If these walls could speak,
What would they say?
Would they breathe kind words?
Or would they taunt me everyday?
What would they see? i wonder,
Desperation? Agony? Fear?
Or the lonely mistress of pain,
Shedding yet another tear?
Would they speak of hidden blood stains?
Covered by that rug of midnight blue,
Or gossip about where the hidden razor was,
Behind the flowers where the Amaranth plant grew.
Would they whisper of the girl,
That locked herself in her room?
That kept breaking things and clawing stuff,
Till everything was in pieces, even the broom.
Would they say she was mad?
Insanity at its worse?
Or take pity on a tortured mind,
And speak of ways to end her curse?
Would they be angered by her deeds?
They themselves covered in her blood,
Will they ever mention the tale of the girl?
Of she who died and the fallen flower bud.
What would they say?
Would they breathe kind words?
Or would they taunt me everyday?
What would they see? i wonder,
Desperation? Agony? Fear?
Or the lonely mistress of pain,
Shedding yet another tear?
Would they speak of hidden blood stains?
Covered by that rug of midnight blue,
Or gossip about where the hidden razor was,
Behind the flowers where the Amaranth plant grew.
Would they whisper of the girl,
That locked herself in her room?
That kept breaking things and clawing stuff,
Till everything was in pieces, even the broom.
Would they say she was mad?
Insanity at its worse?
Or take pity on a tortured mind,
And speak of ways to end her curse?
Would they be angered by her deeds?
They themselves covered in her blood,
Will they ever mention the tale of the girl?
Of she who died and the fallen flower bud.
Maybe never again...
Within my shattered heart,
Lay broken pieces of glass,
Reflecting past loves,
Love that didn't, couldn't, ever last.
After such failure,
After such hurt,
Was it really me?
Or them treating me like dirt...
That little voice,
In the back of my mind,
Keeps replaying everything,
Agonizing moments rewind.
Do not love,
Do not trust,
Is that really the answer?
Or will that turn me to dust?
I looked in the mirror,
I see a girl thats insecure,
Maybe what I couldn't see,
Was a heart that grew bitter.
To everyone else,
I'm a disappointment, a joke,
I had no friends,
Even hated by my folks.
I was trash in the eyes of the world,
But trash wasn't meant to be loved,
Probably I don't even deserve such thing,
Heck, I'm certain hell'd fit me like a glove.
Lay broken pieces of glass,
Reflecting past loves,
Love that didn't, couldn't, ever last.
After such failure,
After such hurt,
Was it really me?
Or them treating me like dirt...
That little voice,
In the back of my mind,
Keeps replaying everything,
Agonizing moments rewind.
Do not love,
Do not trust,
Is that really the answer?
Or will that turn me to dust?
I looked in the mirror,
I see a girl thats insecure,
Maybe what I couldn't see,
Was a heart that grew bitter.
To everyone else,
I'm a disappointment, a joke,
I had no friends,
Even hated by my folks.
I was trash in the eyes of the world,
But trash wasn't meant to be loved,
Probably I don't even deserve such thing,
Heck, I'm certain hell'd fit me like a glove.
Monday, October 22, 2012
Dark Creatures
Monsters but not monsters,
Who was to blame?
For transforming such pure souls,
As if their lives were a game.
They taunt and they mock you,
Bitter laughter echoes in my ears,
Torture your very heart and soul,
Till it brings you to tears.
They won't stop till they make you believe,
That you are worth nothing, that theres nothing you'll ever achieve.
Body, soul and mind,
Wounded and bleeding,
They grin widely in glee,
As they notice your shallow breathing.
Spirits feed on anger,
Some maybe yearn for a body,
Other creatures on blood,
But none stick around for such folly.
None in our imaginations,
Could be that cruel,
The love of seeing others suffer,
Is not unlike their golden rule.
Pride, envy and hatred,
Posses these dark creatures,
That hurt their own kind everyday,
Then think themselves winners.
Such dark creatures,
Exist in this world,
Just look in a mirror,
And watch as the truth unfurls.
Who was to blame?
For transforming such pure souls,
As if their lives were a game.
They taunt and they mock you,
Bitter laughter echoes in my ears,
Torture your very heart and soul,
Till it brings you to tears.
They won't stop till they make you believe,
That you are worth nothing, that theres nothing you'll ever achieve.
Body, soul and mind,
Wounded and bleeding,
They grin widely in glee,
As they notice your shallow breathing.
Spirits feed on anger,
Some maybe yearn for a body,
Other creatures on blood,
But none stick around for such folly.
None in our imaginations,
Could be that cruel,
The love of seeing others suffer,
Is not unlike their golden rule.
Pride, envy and hatred,
Posses these dark creatures,
That hurt their own kind everyday,
Then think themselves winners.
Such dark creatures,
Exist in this world,
Just look in a mirror,
And watch as the truth unfurls.
Unnecessary
My memories are like pages,
Torn, old and crumbling,
With stains and smudges from the past,
Some torn out and missing.
Part of a forgotten book,
Tossed in a corner to fade away,
Most of its leaves unwanted,
Ripped out and thrown away.
Its words disappear each time the page is turned,
Its spine unravels just a bit more,
Becoming more fragile each time when relived,
Dissolving into dust, leaving my heart sore.
Fingerprints of people long gone,
Lay imprinted, embossed and engraved,
Both irremovable and unforgettable,
The bitter memories they made.
When i die, this book shall burn with my soul,
Yet some of my pages may survive in another,
Perhaps edited, even replaced,
Or maybe i just wasn't worth the tedious bother.
Torn, old and crumbling,
With stains and smudges from the past,
Some torn out and missing.
Part of a forgotten book,
Tossed in a corner to fade away,
Most of its leaves unwanted,
Ripped out and thrown away.
Its words disappear each time the page is turned,
Its spine unravels just a bit more,
Becoming more fragile each time when relived,
Dissolving into dust, leaving my heart sore.
Fingerprints of people long gone,
Lay imprinted, embossed and engraved,
Both irremovable and unforgettable,
The bitter memories they made.
When i die, this book shall burn with my soul,
Yet some of my pages may survive in another,
Perhaps edited, even replaced,
Or maybe i just wasn't worth the tedious bother.
Sunday, October 21, 2012
Last Words
Love me now,
But don't say forever,
Love me now,
While we're still together.
Life's not fair,
As you slip away,
It's far too much for me,
Yet, you just can't stay.
Believe me, love,
I'll love you even after death,
You'll never be forgotten,
Not even after my last breath.
You're so beautiful,
Why can't you see,
With or without hair,
You're everything to me.
Sunken eyes,
Still glow with love,
Reserved only for me,
Adored by angels above.
A beautiful soul,
Yet so brave, so strong,
I'll do whatever I can,
So you won't have to face this alone.
So go to sleep dear,
I'll be here till the end,
Don't be afraid,
Because I'll take your hand.
My last promise to you,
I vow i shall keep,
Till cancer ceases to exist,
I swear I shan't weep.
Don't cry for me,
Before and after,
Promise me with,
Your smiles and laughter.
So I'll love you now,
But won't say forever,
I'll love you now,
While we're still together...
But don't say forever,
Love me now,
While we're still together.
Life's not fair,
As you slip away,
It's far too much for me,
Yet, you just can't stay.
Believe me, love,
I'll love you even after death,
You'll never be forgotten,
Not even after my last breath.
You're so beautiful,
Why can't you see,
With or without hair,
You're everything to me.
Sunken eyes,
Still glow with love,
Reserved only for me,
Adored by angels above.
A beautiful soul,
Yet so brave, so strong,
I'll do whatever I can,
So you won't have to face this alone.
So go to sleep dear,
I'll be here till the end,
Don't be afraid,
Because I'll take your hand.
My last promise to you,
I vow i shall keep,
Till cancer ceases to exist,
I swear I shan't weep.
Don't cry for me,
Before and after,
Promise me with,
Your smiles and laughter.
So I'll love you now,
But won't say forever,
I'll love you now,
While we're still together...
Cheat
Love him not for he has sinned,
So throw his heart into a bin,
And never love a soul that has sinned.
Sacrifice is what a man shall give,
Together forever as long as he shall live,
Until the day he can no longer give.
But if he giveth to another,
Then me maketh the biggest blunder,
For he should not have loved another.
The greatest sorrow belongs to the wife,
Who wasted away her entire life,
To a cheater did she become a wife.
A word of regret is never enough,
To sail smoothly through a patch so rough,
In truth her love was never enough.
So by and by her beauty did fade,
But his lust remained ever the same,
Tarts on the street were often paid,
After his death, all he left her was his name...
So throw his heart into a bin,
And never love a soul that has sinned.
Sacrifice is what a man shall give,
Together forever as long as he shall live,
Until the day he can no longer give.
But if he giveth to another,
Then me maketh the biggest blunder,
For he should not have loved another.
The greatest sorrow belongs to the wife,
Who wasted away her entire life,
To a cheater did she become a wife.
A word of regret is never enough,
To sail smoothly through a patch so rough,
In truth her love was never enough.
So by and by her beauty did fade,
But his lust remained ever the same,
Tarts on the street were often paid,
After his death, all he left her was his name...
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