Please forgive me, Sir

For having taken an empty oath,

And instead of telling your truth,

I told my own.

Words slipped like a stream

Because truth also has

An hourglass.

And then it’s set free

You looked at me,

A crowd; alone

And yet my tongue did not

Shiver.  It wasn’t me, talking.

-intertwinement-

Kill me, Sir -

Outwardly, I'd be bleeding

Whilst inwardly, I'm too,

too strong to fall.

Another version of an old piece entitled "It Never Happened".

I'm the tear that falls

On the face of a fool

pleading for acceptance

In life's daily episodes

Quivering

Shivering

I'm the kiss between two lovers

The silent sound of a snide love

Approaching like a storm

In a pale winter night

Awake

But fake

I'm the bird that flies

In the sunset, above the horizon

Trying to collect falling feathers

Of a nonexistent nightingale

That tires

Sun's fires

I'm the owl of the night

That groans in silence

Flying over a cold moon

And the shade of paleness

Is whiter

than a puzzled writer

I wrote this poem on the 7th of May 2009. I don't know why I never shared it, it does look like something I'd still write today.

There is a difference between
Your loneliness and my
Aloneness

You were meant to be by yourself
Like the last fallen leaves of 
Autumn
While I chose to be

Alone. Even with you. I chose to
Own my being. To be.
Because to be with people
Is to not be.

I wear my pride, cinnamon brown
After a fiery red. For it has
Faded away. Grown old. Jaded.

-But they say the older you grow
the more stubborn your thoughts are-

We were destined to be
Together and apart.
But I'm sorry - I can never give you
An antidote to loneliness
With my devouring aloneness. 

Photo credit to PorcelainPoet @ Deviantart.

For Syria


I find a way
between my thoughts
and your soul.
A single line, thin and starving,
Like that of a horizon, in a pitch black night

I walk with my extremely long shadow
(Yes, long is the word),
Though I'm short on thoughts;
I'm barely reflecting,
I'm probably just deflecting

From every thought, but you,
Calling in for some hero to
Save you, to embrace your anger
Because it's only fair - 
It's fair for you to be angry enough
To scream, to break the horizon
between us, and make us
-You, I, the world-
One

No, this is not  a love poem
Wake up
From your emotional imprisonment
your sentimentality,

Wake up
Because cowardice is an ocean,
it comes fatal like a single wave
And sometimes so cold,
So tepid you can hardly
feel it on your feet -
Yet it lingers

Breathe in
Breathe in, for the sands of time will
immerse you in dangerous feelings
Like getting used to statistics
Not souls, taken away in half a blink

--

I'm going to break this line even
I'm going to make your soul my thoughts
-My soul, your thoughts-
So we don't recognize
Sea from sky

And your shadow will no longer be
Be heavy on me.
I'm going to make me you
You, me,
And right then,
We will, they will
-the world will-
be free.




*I found myself inspired by the darkness of the sea at night while I was walking with my long shadow ashore. Many parts of this poem are based on real events.
*The last part was not intended, although it appears to be, inspired by Neruda's poem "Perhaps not to be is to be without your being".

Photo Credit to Nonionik

A speck of thoughts
scattered, bruised, in tiny pieces
collapsing in my land
Like a strange land, an exile.
Ideas once flourished
Now hardly beat, thrown aside

Oh, how much it aches
More than physical pain
As if heartbeats are being
plucked out of your core.
Death. Is easier

And worse, my entity,
My "almost" entity is subject
To your black statistics.
Not even a number but
The "nearly" before it.

You killed me,
You killed me before murdering
My core.
And yet  my thoughts
will still flourish in another being

My soul
Will, always rise
In the face of
Your dim titles
That cannot even
Embrace my death
Or the idea of it

Imagine being the "nearly" in a death statistic.

And you could not rise -
For your words imprisoned you,
and silence lingered.


It's a Senryu piece, a shitty one. I'm just pissed off and needed to write something very concise.

It was an invitation your heart sent
to mine, to escape the night
-though the moonlight was breathing..

my steps suddenly made music with the
gentle moves of your chest against the air,
and the stars would shrink into
infinite universes,
so that the symphony would light
the galaxies of our love.

Your looks tickled my heart,
almost so coyly my feelings embraced
the tenderness of your stares,
finding a hideout just to
let you not see the blushing in my dance.

Moments and moments are reborn,
time is unending, and
the oneness of our heartbeats is a metaphor
for a love poem, written with no hands
nor pens,
But the yellowness in our dance.


In color symbolism, the yellow color symbolizes joy, happiness and optimism.

Written Mon. Oct 18,10. 11:00 Pm.

























© Dance in the dark. Image by 6-marionettes @ Deviantart.

I know your words by the
silence you speak; it is
like a hurricane-
shadowed by destruction.

I never knew that
the power of stillness
is heavier than
words.

If I could color you
a portrait in my mind,
No colors would resemble you,
for, dearest, you are powerful than colors

Perhaps a color of silence.



















June 18th.10 1:40 AM.

**This is about one of my friends.

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!

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

"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..

You told me we were infinity--

I saw you struggling in bed
closing your eyes and opening them again-
It wasn't long until you lost your breath..

Tonight you came to me
and the scent of your perfume,
I could no longer smell.
The breath of your agony..vanished?
How come?
You held my hand and told me:
From now on, we are eternity
Pulling me close to you, I wondered
While you enjoy embracing me;
Why can't I feel alive anymore?

That night I cried dry tears,
Smiled for no reason,
And pretended I could touch you,
But I suffered..

-you lied-

Once upon a time
You told me we were infinite..
Were we..?

An elusive painting-
discolored;
black horizon
in the mid of day,
dew drops fall
on deceasing plants
of copper leaves
spring:
camouflage

I took a swim through the colors:
-when night prevailed-
dark blue skies
once the moon committed suicide..

it was a starless view
caught me for the wrong hue-
feebly
blind

I beheld meteorites settling
on my earth,
while in pain I wondered
how everything's changed
to devastate
my constellation

Ashore, I clung to the last thread,
where my painting was still beautiful,
to find seashells retreated with the waves
and stones crying on their own

I took all the colors and walked away
pursued the light;
too late it was, for reaching the doors
of salvation
And I'm left
forever
forgotten

Written July 18th, 10:33 PM

-Yay finally a poem =) this is for a contest between my club and another club on the site poems-and-quotes.

For a moment, happiness did creep through the minds; smudging all the sad words in my dictionary with a touch of a beautiful existence.
Grieve, dejection, sorrow and hatred vanished, empty places for Good, Decency, Stupendous, and Humor.
Pain is now Power, Insanity is Incredible..replace all my senses of a harsh existence with a small touch of beauty.
Create fabulous smiles instead of fake ones, let the world not drown but dive..to a relieving persistence.
Tomorrow I will replace dread with beautiful downfalls..I will create my own world, and to words I'll be their master.

False words lapse from my tongue
Just like the taste of a suicide song
Sheer thoughts become heavy on my note
Winds of anger removed what I wrote..
Even my heart is screaming for acceptance
To the cold reality of an inevitable existence
Skin is getting old, tired of all the rejection
quivering dreams dying for absurd perfections

Tarnished papers sought something new
Like a plant clinging to a morn's dew
Or like the waves that dissipate the shells
A thousand stories you can tell..

Isn't it a shame what we've become?
Always losing what we've always won?
Pluck the misery from my words,
I'm no poet of deception
Please forgive my black papers
They're false poetic misconceptions..

Betwixt reality and delusion
lie faces in black and white,
a portrait of the old times
Where the souls stand still;
Carefree.

It happened once-
When time was anonymous
And the memories we held
in frames
were innumerable
............................................
Today you put me in a frame
surrounded by crippled borders,
though colors shine like
a rainbow after winter rain,
You made smiles shrivel
in a hoax of dun reminiscences,
Done by the snap of your
narrow mind
.............................................
Draw me diaphanous,
next time you try to
comprehend me
Draw me disrupted-
I don't care

But please..
Don't draw me falsified;
For it's easier to have never known me
than to know me for years
Without picturing who
I really am.


Written Thursday, 2nd of April, 10:24 P.M
Yes this is a poem, finally, lol. Written for a poetry contest about song titles
[Who Needs Pictures is a song for Brad Paisley]

My presence is your sickness
As you walk out the door
You confound me
With your diabolic
acts,
And talks,
-I howl like a psycho-
I cry obtusely
I'm the misdeed
that lies at the end
of an alley
in a dirty puddle.
I'm the pang
In the soldier's wound
But not the scream
that demonstrates
cowardliness..

I thought we
were two
-invincible power-
Combined together
Beneath the wings of
Love

Then again I watch
the hue
Fading in the gardens
I was mistaken..
With the delusions they
filled me of

I see children
Playing in the playground
Their smiles make me cry
As if my tears are their shelter..
As if their smiles are war inside of me
And gardens are heaven's miracles

I hold the tears in my eyes-
I embrace you, but I can't,
I smile for the kids but they won't
My salvation has become my exile
My garden is just another dream that lies..
And then I'm the invisible..
NOT the invincible.


Written today 12th of March, 1:15 P.M (YES in college hehe)

Written for a challenge in my poetry club =)
It's supposed to be describing (me) the old woman sitting in the garden, with her imagination or what she sees

You..
are the savior
to my thoughts
Yet, you-
like a dying butterfly-
Lie down on the floor,
Unable to save yourself..

You twit me..
For not holding on..
To a life worth fading,
Yet you die on

We are two different reasons
You die because you were never loved
I die because I never could..
And we have the
same ending


I was just trying to write some free verse..I don't know if this went well or not.
Anyway it still isn't a poem.

Stand on my ground
Look through my eyes
A feeling of disgust
lies beneath disguise
Hold the mud through my hand
please tell me if this is real
See the world of broken dreams
Tell me how it makes you feel

(Chorus)
Get me out of this vicious world
I'm stuck within my body and soul
Dwell in me, set me free
A perfect murder, with complete control

I don't wanna survive, will you take me alive?

Tread the roses with my feet
Never mind their beauty
Fake a smile through my lips
And go down with my gravity

(Chorus)
Get me out of this vicious world
I'm stuck within my body and soul
Dwell in me, set me free
A perfect murder, with complete control

I don't wanna survive, will you take me alive?

(Bridge)
Can you please free me from this misery?
But allow me to take you with me?
I'm not gonna survive, I'm barely alive

(Chorus)
Get me out of this vicious world
I'm stuck within my body and soul
Dwell in me, set me free
A perfect murder, with complete control


My first Song to write =]