there is indeed relief
in the bleeding words
of a cutting edge misery

there is indeed beauty
in a dying poetry
that gets to live another day

there is indeed meaning
in an empty paper:
a brevity poignant testament

there is indeed life
in every ending rhymes,
a killing soundtrack for past demise

Poetry
Profound poetry
What does that mean?

Is it the surplus amount
of big words conjoined together
for a trade of a 'masterpiece' honouree?
Is it the simplest of words
drawn into each other
to paint such a beautiful imagery?
Or is it those blank spaces
that speak volume
about a person's well being?

Poetry
Profound poetry
What does that even mean?

silence could never calm
that of
which is maimed;
fairly to make heard of
the shattering
that would not mend.

You're the one running
yet I'm the one...
who's out of my breath

I used to love you,
but not anymore.

Now I hate you
more than ever,
more than before.

How could you
take the life
that matter most to me,
away from me?

Shady goodbye, lie to me,
Pick out a fight, make me bleed.

Lock your feelings,
and put the keys
in tall places
I could never reach.

Forget me,
for a suffocating breathe.

Aspirin and a bridge
they were never a relief.
I thought you were
smarter than this.

Leave me to wear a halo,
to a place I could never follow.

Stay with me,
that was a promise.
But what is a promise,
if you can't keep it..?

Say you have nobody,
and now I lost a family.

Happy twenty-three,
hope you get your peace.
Sorry for this sudden weep,
I just miss you, sis.

My laundry didn't fall off the clothesline
Today was windy and the sun shines
Cheers to small victories!

and here i am,
sitting on my own
eating the food i cook for two

In these lines I read you as lullaby
In these pages I wrote you in hindsight
In these details I exorcised evil lies
In these anthologies, this is where I hide
You're a better poet than me
You may never know
Hello Poetry.

Three letters you sent me
Paged my sorrow on the floor
"I love you,
but I don't want this anymore"
You don't want me anymore
"I love you"
I told you so,
I told you so...

I dream of you
in colours you could never see
I talk about you
in language you could never speak
I think of you
in vision you could never imagine
but in changes
and in stagnant water,
I was wishing you'd be there too
in sparkles
and in dreary weather,
I was hoping you'd miss me too...

too sad to write

I may have faltered a zillionth times
my hurting and your peals of laughter,
weirdly they rhyme
but I will never admit defeat,
not to your depravity
and you call yourself
the king of undefeated rounds,
but honey, you're crowned with that title
but you're not as good as it sounds
remember when all my ounce of courage
finally coalesces?
knock out, worn out, hit you with a pound
guess what?
I finally won, let the world know,
LET IT OUT