of madness.
Tuesday, March 8, 2011 @ 9:48 PM
I'm going crazy. Pfft.
I feel more alone than ever and I don't want to give a fuck about anything and I don't even want to care anymore. I want to stop; I don't even fucking know why.
I'm at breaking point. I'm crying and I don't know why the tears flow and it's just all so fucking weird. I feel fine one moment and depressed the next. Moodswings, mm. Sexy.
I'm crazy, yeah. Explains everything. Hahahaha. I don't even care, really.
Yeah, fuck everything, Why do I even care? I don't want to.
Tears.
Yep, I'm mad.
Save me.
Or not.
of a story told by names.
Sunday, March 6, 2011 @ 2:00 PM
I said I haven't had time to post this, but honestly, I completed this long ago. Thing is, the poems aren't exactly... cheerful. And at the point of time when I wrote them, it didn't mean much. Now I'm hoping they didn't ring as true as they did.
meet me on the pathway of tomorrow,
in a reality untied; where tears grin.
rueful melodies alleviates our sins
along with a saccharine legato.
beneath the surface; a familiar crow
eagerly cawing at the languid scene
locks a firm vision with a gentle scream
mocking us both; we are a fractured show.
open the door; its unlocked from inside.
kickstart your future; let love walk astride.
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heavy splotches of rain on the pavement
insinuates hints of tearful, forlorn smiles
songs of warbled tongues accentuates and riles
a sweet scent; a scattered primrose fragrance.
kill the superficial, entreat on patience
in memories; our clothes lay in a pile,
symbols and relics of a lovely smile,
ill; no, we are not mere acquaintances.
yesterday was fleeting; the presence flows.
inch nearer to the bonds that tie us close.
I feel like I implicated all these. I'm sorry, kay? >: BUT EVERYTHING IS FINE NOW SO YEY. (don't kill me?)
of a name that tells a story.
Sunday, February 20, 2011 @ 1:57 AM
meaningless twirls; the girl dances across the room,
eviscerating the world of it's solemn, sombre drawls.
lighting up shadows in dreams unlit; in poignant laws
already ignited, she wishes as the night stars loom.
navigating, sailing; the canvas is her seamless ocean,
insipid and shallow tears wells up in bottomless wells.
extravagate boundaries that kills the hope that dwells
meekly, in intricate inks with it's ebbing,flowing motion.
indulge beyond the exuberance; let crisp winds glide,
noble in it's wake, stroking the dancing fire in cadence.
jolting the sky awake, she burns the fuel of radiance,
offering the daybreak a much awaited change of light.
oblige and obligate; the nymph brings us on a wild ride
towards a world of varying shades and depths of pride.
I tried to write a sonnet but couldn't get the iambic pentameter right. So yeah.
(By the way, you see what I did there? With the poem? Heh.)
of sinking into depression.
Sunday, February 13, 2011 @ 1:01 PM
it's easier to be alone.
of Valentine's blues.
his fingers are crossed; his lips are gliding
across her skin. she tremble with trepidation;
her face a dreamy cross between pain and pleasure.
no.
there's too much love, too much hurt; floating in the cold, stifling air.
the honey-scented wind chaps my solitary pair of lips.
no.
her fingers are interlocked between his; her quivering lips
mouthing words of enticement. he grins in anticipation;
his frantic kisses emanate a deep hunger for more.
no.
my head is in my arms; the only embrace I can call my own.
my wasted heart beats; my lonely tear waxes and wanes.
no.
I don't give a fuck; I'm lying.
yes.
Fffuuuu me.
It's the same shit every year, so yeah, I guess I'm used to it by now.
Oh well. (:
of moodswings.
Saturday, February 5, 2011 @ 10:29 PM
I have terrible moodswings. I feel depressed, and when I'm depressed, I write poems.
And thus I attempted to write a poem. Only to fail.
I came up with this:
we are fragile, for we are dreamers,
and dreamers do not stumble, only fall.
After which I cannot continue. I come up with fragments; bits and pieces that do not fit.
So I'll just post a old poem instead.
and i stand in loving adoration
of your hair, overflowing
with vivid raven black
and your eyes (oh, the eyes!)
all is lost in those hazel spheres,
doomed to tumble into endless depth.
you mock me cliche, yet i remind you
once again: beautifully cliched.
that stoic nose,
accentuating your succulent
and juicy lips bared into
a feral growl(ah, but i call it a cheeky smile)
that pale ivory skin of yours,
almost translucent,
tapering to your slender legs
and seductive yet elusive curves.
your arched back falls
above your coveted dimples of venus,
joy! of its apt namesake, of beauty and
enticement and what there is to love.
i feast upon you in all of your naked
splendour; of you lounging in
passionate sorrows; of you desiring
an embrace, or so said a fluttter of ectasy.
rueful ties, bonded at contact and driven
by lust-filled, love-contained pleasure,
engulfs you like the ocean brings glorious
waves in capture of beachside preys.
as i meandering admire the
adorable splatter of freckles upon your
brow, or what you term a distasteful
addition to an already lacklustre artpiece. (you humble goddess!)
i get drunk on your touch,
when your warm fingers pulsing with
stream-lined, blood-filled
veins, race across the skin of my cheek.
in accordance, with the soft nape
of your neck resting upon my thighs,
your gentle gaze cast upon my face,
my heart skips three palpitations with a beat.
It's unfinished, but I... just can't finish it. Not with my current standard of writing. I hate this.
And I hate moodswings too.
of the smell of fresh new bedsheets.
Wednesday, February 2, 2011 @ 10:35 PM
I love you ohso much... will you marry me?
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OKAY I KID.
BUTSRZLYSHOMUCHLOVE. ❤