I realized my poetry club did me so many great things that I can't seem to write any poem unless it was for a challenge ..
Sucks doesn't it?

I guess from now on I should be challenging my own self (=

Sorrow gushed from your lips
like blood from soldiers' injuries
your words were like a puzzle
Maybe chains without keys

Something led me to your shade
A sad tune, or a black serenade
I heard your plods and your moans
I could tell you're suffering alone

(Chorus)
No matter where you hide
where you seek refuge in
you'll live, you'll die
beneath your ugly skin
Don't let cowardice fool you
with your ghostly heart
Someday, someday death will find you
and rip your soul apart

Stain your thoughts with ghastly infections
Paint your broken heart on the mirror reflection
Die! twice if you've died before
bleed, hemorrhage on the floor

(Chorus)

(Bridge)
A pathetic fool you are
And only me can see you
what's common between us?
Maybe I'm dead, too?

I hear your footsteps, coming towards me
I inhale, you dwell, we are immortality
You paint a scowl on my face just to save
the one you fooled to be your slave



This is a little bit complicated, some parts were inspired from my blog post "We were infinity".
I just neeeeeded to write a song, Idk why!

You were like the golden chains
hanging around my neck
-Suffocating me-

"Steadfast" I thought,
instead, you persecute me
with your infidelity,
your treason..

I lit a candle and hoped
the flame would dissolve
your ridiculous thought of immortality

If you dwell in me
stab me in the back,
I'm tearing the heart of you..
And only death
will give you the immortality you need..

**Just a silly thought..Title inspired from a poem by a famous poet, I don't remember the name though.

Within the dusk-dust played a symphony
Singing for the beauty left on this earth
It was a thought fooled by eternity
When the rich and the poor pled rebirth

Notes of misery drowned in the oceans
Words of love, faith and hope; it was a war
You ignite a fire of dead emotions
Retaliating upon what you abhor

Words were ashore, with what your ships brought
Deformed, worse than soldiers after defeat
Revival wouldn't give you what you sought
Your feelings will always be incomplete

So for anguish, sing your first serenade
To live, wear your eternal masquerade


Written 10th of August, 1:49 a.m.

I had this strong urge to write a Sonnet, this is the very first Sonnet I ever write. An English Sonnet with 10 syllables count for each line, and a rhyme scheme of abab cdcd efef gg

The lines on your face speak wisdom
while between my lips lie unspoken words
Your eyes held so many hidden truths
Alas! my breaths spoke vain lies.

Silence always used to guide
A truth that could never be denied

"Hope" was written on the palm of your hand
"Suicide" was scarred on my wrist
I fear running my fingers across your palm
For I destroy everything I touch..

The smile on your face was promising
The frown on mine would never disappear
I finally had the courage to look you in the eye
and I let out a sigh of relief

My heart was a desert with no emotion
our silence led to a truth of no confusion
It was always you, me and the smell of spring
And everyday you'd teach me how to mend

I'd always cry and tell you"good things always flee"
You'd smile and say "Let it be, just let it be".

"It only takes time"-you said
I blinked as if it was deja vu.
my tears fell upon your skin
leaving it so frigid, while
your ironic smile burnt me alive.

There was a cyclone coming;
one that carried uncountable words
that could never be translated.

"We have an expiry date, you know?"
your laughs filled the room with malice.
It was a recurrence,
a tape repeating itself over and over again.

I held my pride for a moment,
cried for as long as I could.
And let those poisonous tears
run down my lips
while I kissed you with torment.

It wasn't a recurrence this time
for I didn't believe you-yet
I let your words run across my torn dictionary

I could foresee victory..

That moment you bled
and while you strove
I throve..



**Everything in this life is a recurrence, every broken relationship is just a prelude to a new one to begin, and the cycle goes on forever**
Again..NOT a poem, just a thought..