odeofsheobi:

Oh sweetheart,
The moon not only shines
In one part of the sky
Rather it illuminates all of us
Faintly, like a soft glimmer

Try to open your eyes
And look without blinking

You’re too busy catching stars
That you didn’t notice the
Moon resting in your hands

I try to repress the fire
burning my mind
consuming all, leaving
nothing behind

You of all people should
know what it feels
to be confused to what’s
an illusion and to what is real

But instead you stabbed
me in the chest, adding fear
I may not know where to go
but I know I don’t want to
be here

Coffee and books. The only thing missing is a pack of cigarettes. Shallow maybe, but for a troubled mind, it can ease -even just a little bit- the burden of pain I’ve been feeling for so long now. The sense of being taken away by the smoke, the bitterness, and the words into a made up place where I think I can breathe and see past the grey skies. Sad people seek sanctuary in escapes. This is my escape. The sad reality is I have to go back.

Coffee and books. The only thing missing is a pack of cigarettes. Shallow maybe, but for a troubled mind, it can ease -even just a little bit- the burden of pain I’ve been feeling for so long now. The sense of being taken away by the smoke, the bitterness, and the words into a made up place where I think I can breathe and see past the grey skies. Sad people seek sanctuary in escapes. This is my escape. The sad reality is I have to go back.

11:29 pm

And everyone is easily seduced by the sugar coating.

The outer layer of deceptiveness, the beautiful cruelty of false hope, the strings so far to reach, but easily binds. Hard. Painfully.

He hurts me in ways that makes me love him more, scratches so deep you couldn’t see the bottom. Just an empty void of nothingness.

But still I try, crawling to struggle and grasp the last shreds of my self-dignity, which is fading just like me.

Maybe there will come a day when I will know better, when the gaunt glass that shields my eyes will fade away, but I am tired of hoping.

I’ll just wait for the next gust of wind that will pass, so I can be taken away as easily as the dead leaf that fell from the highest branch of the strongest tree, and be lost forever.

The Anatomy Of His Face

Eyebrows even when pinched
They look not cruel

Eyes that see the windows
Of my soul

Nose that smells all the
Earthly hiss

And a mouth that gives
The sweetest kiss

Untold Soliloquy

It’s almost 3 am
And the lights are out

You are wrapped around
Me like a vine, snoring
Softly amidst the painful
Howl of the rain outside

This is the perfect time
For a romantic soliloquy
But I couldn’t get a word out

Why is it so much easier
To depict you, the wholeness
Of you, in a piece of pen
And paper, than in my voice
That screams all of my emotion?

It’s s been 2 minutes,
A week or a year
I have memorized the
Seconds between your
Every breath

But I still couldn’t get
A word out

"

It’s raining again.
My window pane’s a sketching pad,
waiting for my fingers to write a
Name I couldn’t forget, but couldn’t utter.

The lightning strikes.
Like the flash of the camera you
once caught me taking I thought
You wouldn’t notice. It didn’t cross my mind that you would. Not even in my wildest dreams did I thought you would notice me. But you did. You did.

The thunder rumbles.
Like an echo of a love that didn’t exist, promises and words I couldn’t express, because to reveal my secret would be my downfall, for I am a human bomb. It’s a terrible burden to carry, but I am used to heavy weights.

It’s raining again.
I am not home. I am in a desolate place of lost hope. But like the amount of raindrops that fall from the sky, my sincere affection, and utmost desire for you is infinite.

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Don’t try to count the drops of rain

It’s my birthday today. I am now 20 years old. I can’t believe that I’m not a teenager anymore :(

A message from poetryandpsychosis
Ang ganda mo. At ang galing mo magsulat :)

Agasjdkdgjkl thanks jam! :))))