So Far Gone

Why do you suffer? With that hole in your heart. Why do you love the pain terribly? Letting it control  your selfish brain.

The pain consumes itself as you let it linger with the oxygen you consume. Numbing your senses, so you might as well sleep forever. The world you live in is a big cage of bad decisions, so you prefer to live inside a dream.

Nothing but heartache and obsession, you wrote her plans and poetry, but the woman of your dreams will never desire a man like you or see what you can do.

So you’ve decide to live life as if you’re dead. You made it 30 years and with sad eyes, you let it all take away your breath.

Loving An Obdurate Boy

It’s a long road of forgetting the past. When everything was inevitably colorful. Things that lack me today. In the present…I’m not content with this. Tell me, dear boy, why do good people change for the worse? Why is your head driven by naivety? Why can’t you grow up? Look up and see the stars I made just for you to feel enlighten for once. And yet, why are you throwing me away?

I speak with love and adoration, and yet you become earless; immune to my mouth. I may never breach the cavalier walls you build around yourself. I may never know the reason why you left. Simply, all I want is to drift away to a renewed mind where you won’t occupy any of its space.

Wasted Words

Soaked in water, drenched by the rain, wet and garbage; you are useless. Laid in here are the poems I’ve written when my days felt like everlasting nights. When cold hands tangled its finger on my throat, I wrote down every ache I felt. The teardrops I accepted as friends and forever stained on its pages. The stories it carried. The memories. My faults and flaws.My words written permanently by ink, now splatters of unknown letters like my greatest fear.

You were ruined in a peculiar way, and I found it strange as well. Simply not just by an accidental spill by my clumsy self. And yet, it is still my fault you are now broken and unreadable.

A Stranger Kind Of Thing

Strangers from a distance can lead to something more. Yet no intentions of speaking have come to mind, let alone hold hands. Your eyes and your smile that felt enigmatic within me scared me to the skin. Healing an open wound from a past unrequited love this girl had experienced. For months and years I’ve never knew your name, just your face and those black-rimmed glasses that I know will be a source of my weakness. I have counted the days where It crept me dearly on why I see you occasionally on these deadbeat walls and hallways. Maybe my light through the end of the tunnel? The clearing after months of scorching through a never ending labyrinth? Or maybe, I’m just speaking out of my heart again.

Pity the fool in me for assuming things. Thinking ahead will give you a heartache at the end. Still, all I know is tragedy. I might as well give this a chance.

Bonsoir, Lune

Stained cheeks from tears shed overnight. The look in your eyes is too complicated and yet you’ve captivated this dead heart and lost mind. Forget the name who ones took you in after you were soaked by the tears of those sad clouds. Forget what her face is. Remember your past.

My muse, I heard you were looking at the moon. As if finding unanswered questions to try and fix them back again. Never minding the wind in your eyes or the humid air caressing your hair while studying its mysteries. It bothers me sometimes on how you’re too delirious about her, but in a life time, my mouth will stay shut.

Lips forever aligned in her direction along with the stars. You ponder on her charming light and danced so she may finally hear that peaceful rendition of your loyalty and love. While I’m forever broken by the thought of you saying “goodbye”.

The boy from the sea of songs with rhythmic melody, nothing more but a pearl-like glow in the dead night sky. Rummaging his eyes to distract him away from me. Taking him away because of your beauty.

 

Lonely Voices

Notes flowed from your lips was a sweet harmony I treasured for years. Every tremble, every melody. The songs you sang was out of the ordinary that it made me think like maybe an angel must’ve possessed your mouth. It grew strong in me, as it was my lullaby to my lonely nights, while the monsters beneath my bed halted for a moment so they may dance to the symphony that is your voice. You can tame this messed up head of mine and make it all vulnerable again.

The voice you carry was something I’d always thought to be next to me. The voice I’ve been accustomed with through my days of walking on dead hallways and living under monochrome skies. Running around my head and possibly never stopping. Lulling me back to the time you sung the songs I’ve been singing, the songs no one knew, no one knew but me and you.

Which maybe why it all led to here. To where we stand. The ground that broke us. You despise my soul in hindering forms. You cursed my very existence .Now you may identify me as deaf for my ears had been dead lately.Our scars may not be evident but between this invisible space we’ve created is a cold vast disposition that we can never alter. The lack of your angelic melody wasted me to oblivion. Forgotten by time but most importantly, forgotten by you.