Why does the most painful wounds come from the people who are supposed to love you the most?
IT ALL LIES IN MY HEART
It all started with a sight, I never expected you to fall for me, as days passed by as we talked, you made me believe I could trust you, cause you were there when I needed someone.
And then one day, you told me to let you in, you promised you won't hurt me, I was afraid but I took you by your words saying you wouldn't do anything to hurt me!
You told me to come closer, that you just wanted us to talk, and I did cause I took by your words, but then you touched me.
I was scared cause I couldn't do anything, knowing that I couldn't fight you or stop this, I just stood there and cried hoping someone would help or maybe, you'd pity me and let go, but you didn't!
I remembered your words and believed you but it was all a lie, and after you left, I felt so empty, I cried so much realising I have to live with this pain.
It's all my fault, I thought you were different, I'll never forgive you for this and even if I do, the heavens would have fallen apart!
~Starlight
It all started with a sight, I never expected you to fall for me, as days passed by as we talked, you made me believe I could trust you, cause you were there when I needed someone.
And then one day, you told me to let you in, you promised you won't hurt me, I was afraid but I took you by your words saying you wouldn't do anything to hurt me!
You told me to come closer, that you just wanted us to talk, and I did cause I took by your words, but then you touched me.
I was scared cause I couldn't do anything, knowing that I couldn't fight you or stop this, I just stood there and cried hoping someone would help or maybe, you'd pity me and let go, but you didn't!
I remembered your words and believed you but it was all a lie, and after you left, I felt so empty, I cried so much realising I have to live with this pain.
It's all my fault, I thought you were different, I'll never forgive you for this and even if I do, the heavens would have fallen apart!
~Starlight
If I'm not strong to face your tears, then how will I wipe them away?
#LoudThoughts
#LoudThoughts
You have seized my heart and that is when I realised...
That your eyes shine brighter than any rays of sunshine.
#RandomThoughts
That your eyes shine brighter than any rays of sunshine.
#RandomThoughts
CAN YOU?
Can you imagine what it would be like as a child to go in the sinster night solo for not a soul would care to take you home, let the shadow devour your strike and secure control in your soul?
Can you imagine an infant abandoned in the middle of nowhere, squealing with a throat that is yet unfit to speak unlike you and me?
Can you imagine watching your younger self in the pictures turn into a shade of haunting azure?
Can you imagine dreaming of butterflies atop ginger landscape but reuniting with a mute netherworld?
Can you imagine loving yourself but then somewhere down this cursed track you want your every waking moment to be your last?
- Lily
Can you imagine what it would be like as a child to go in the sinster night solo for not a soul would care to take you home, let the shadow devour your strike and secure control in your soul?
Can you imagine an infant abandoned in the middle of nowhere, squealing with a throat that is yet unfit to speak unlike you and me?
Can you imagine watching your younger self in the pictures turn into a shade of haunting azure?
Can you imagine dreaming of butterflies atop ginger landscape but reuniting with a mute netherworld?
Can you imagine loving yourself but then somewhere down this cursed track you want your every waking moment to be your last?
- Lily
THE OUTDOOR
The strength that comes from pain is enough for the few walls of doubt ahead, but the strength of hope pushes through to the end of the maze.
The strength that comes from pain is enough for the few walls of doubt ahead, but the strength of hope pushes through to the end of the maze.
DARE BE A RONALDO
Yesterday I was at my prime,
Handsome moneyed and full of energy,
You loved me and tattooed me to the heart,
To the world you shouted my name!
Today the sun just disappeared to the west,
You no longer find me attractive,
You rinse the name you once inscribed ,
To the world you curse my name!
Tomorrow the sun may shine,
But I will be long long gone,
Then you'll only live with the memories,
Mumbling or loud, 'He was the best for sure'!
You'll wish I had stayed a little longer,
But it will be too late to summon me back,
Your voice is dimmed by a darkness wall,
The wall you yourself created !
Am so sorry but my heart will be beating,
A Heartbeat for another soul for sure!
~Blaircarson
Yesterday I was at my prime,
Handsome moneyed and full of energy,
You loved me and tattooed me to the heart,
To the world you shouted my name!
Today the sun just disappeared to the west,
You no longer find me attractive,
You rinse the name you once inscribed ,
To the world you curse my name!
Tomorrow the sun may shine,
But I will be long long gone,
Then you'll only live with the memories,
Mumbling or loud, 'He was the best for sure'!
You'll wish I had stayed a little longer,
But it will be too late to summon me back,
Your voice is dimmed by a darkness wall,
The wall you yourself created !
Am so sorry but my heart will be beating,
A Heartbeat for another soul for sure!
~Blaircarson
LONE WOLF
He was a forgiver ,
His heart was a golden star,
He didn't know how to give up on people because he was always patient with those he loved,
It was until he was walked on so many times, he had no choice but to let go of those who razored his heart,
And he slowly became a lone wolf silent he became, to the dogs he let them bark,
It was night but the light shined, the full moon emited it rays,
It was rays of the golden star!
- Blaircarson
He was a forgiver ,
His heart was a golden star,
He didn't know how to give up on people because he was always patient with those he loved,
It was until he was walked on so many times, he had no choice but to let go of those who razored his heart,
And he slowly became a lone wolf silent he became, to the dogs he let them bark,
It was night but the light shined, the full moon emited it rays,
It was rays of the golden star!
- Blaircarson
PIECES OF A WRITER
I wish you would whisper in my ears where you threw the keys you unlocked your demons with, even though you don't have to.
I wish you would see how my clouds push the sun out of its place so your moon would brighten in our darkness.
I wish you would see the gems my heart bleeds for you and tell me the horrors that lurk in your smile.
I wish you would confide in me and tell me the obstacles in your labyrinthian life so I would leave clues in mine.
Perhaps we might be walking the same path after all!
I wish you would whisper in my ears where you threw the keys you unlocked your demons with, even though you don't have to.
I wish you would see how my clouds push the sun out of its place so your moon would brighten in our darkness.
I wish you would see the gems my heart bleeds for you and tell me the horrors that lurk in your smile.
I wish you would confide in me and tell me the obstacles in your labyrinthian life so I would leave clues in mine.
Perhaps we might be walking the same path after all!
LOVE SO DEEP!
Love is like a battlefield, and I’m a warrior.
I want to come back alive,
So if this love would be the death of me,
I’d rather leave the battle.
So many sacrifices I’ve made for the wrong cause
And if it’s my fate that I be alone,
Then alone and happy I chose,
Because this tale of sadness and depression is one I would tell no more.
It’s never going to be the same anymore,
This was the last card, the last game at hand,
God knows I was giving my all in this,
Don’t ask me why I changed,
I trusted you enough to go all in,
But you’d take advantage of this,
My weakness, my love, and you constantly hurt my emotions,
Don’t ask why I changed, cause it’s time to put myself first,
People would come and go, and love itself is nothing but selfish without sacrifices.
Don’t ask me why I changed,
Knowing how much it hurt and without reason cause the only reason was love,
How then do you say ‘Love’ without making sacrifices,
Without trust how can you love, and what is love without sharing?
I’ve learnt the hardest of way, that love itself is an illusion and you can only trust yourself to love another,
But then trust yourself to love yourself even more cause in the end, nobody is truly worthy of love. - Asahi
Love is like a battlefield, and I’m a warrior.
I want to come back alive,
So if this love would be the death of me,
I’d rather leave the battle.
So many sacrifices I’ve made for the wrong cause
And if it’s my fate that I be alone,
Then alone and happy I chose,
Because this tale of sadness and depression is one I would tell no more.
It’s never going to be the same anymore,
This was the last card, the last game at hand,
God knows I was giving my all in this,
Don’t ask me why I changed,
I trusted you enough to go all in,
But you’d take advantage of this,
My weakness, my love, and you constantly hurt my emotions,
Don’t ask why I changed, cause it’s time to put myself first,
People would come and go, and love itself is nothing but selfish without sacrifices.
Don’t ask me why I changed,
Knowing how much it hurt and without reason cause the only reason was love,
How then do you say ‘Love’ without making sacrifices,
Without trust how can you love, and what is love without sharing?
I’ve learnt the hardest of way, that love itself is an illusion and you can only trust yourself to love another,
But then trust yourself to love yourself even more cause in the end, nobody is truly worthy of love. - Asahi
INSPIRED
You made me realize, in the vast lines and the pristine world that, words do remain just an assortment of letters and a decoration for the paper if ever more.
You made me realize that humans need a hand to not drown and not a raft of poems; a human needs an embrace and not a cloak made of prose.
A book filled with my grief and despair will remain a mirror of my weakness, and my poetry of love will be a legacy to those who indulge in reminscence.
Never a letter with wings to whisper to the my one true love; never a twig to rekindle the spark in his dying heart.
- Retrograde
You made me realize, in the vast lines and the pristine world that, words do remain just an assortment of letters and a decoration for the paper if ever more.
You made me realize that humans need a hand to not drown and not a raft of poems; a human needs an embrace and not a cloak made of prose.
A book filled with my grief and despair will remain a mirror of my weakness, and my poetry of love will be a legacy to those who indulge in reminscence.
Never a letter with wings to whisper to the my one true love; never a twig to rekindle the spark in his dying heart.
- Retrograde
LOST IN THE SHADOWS
Everytime you tried leaving me
but couldn't; I kept coming back to you.
You thought it's because I loved you.
Which I did; but the more you left,
The less I loved you; creating holes in us forever.
- Darkpit
Everytime you tried leaving me
but couldn't; I kept coming back to you.
You thought it's because I loved you.
Which I did; but the more you left,
The less I loved you; creating holes in us forever.
- Darkpit
MEMORY OF THOUGHTS
Let me be a string to your guitar,
Fling me up and down and bury me into a beautiful rhythm.
Let me be your never ending song,
Listening to the humming sounds of our beating hearts singing along.
Lets get lost in this fine tune and dance to this flawless harmony, for this song is for our ears alone.
The rainbow of your smile in my blank sky is the haven I'll seek till the storms pass by.
#Tales_From_Extreme_Universe
Let me be a string to your guitar,
Fling me up and down and bury me into a beautiful rhythm.
Let me be your never ending song,
Listening to the humming sounds of our beating hearts singing along.
Lets get lost in this fine tune and dance to this flawless harmony, for this song is for our ears alone.
The rainbow of your smile in my blank sky is the haven I'll seek till the storms pass by.
#Tales_From_Extreme_Universe
ILLUSIONS
One day, I am in some celestial castle or maybe in the garden of Eden or maybe the seventh heaven.
Another day, I am with you in your arms, engulfed by your love; but neither one is true.
They're just my daydreams of cold nights; I always keep falling into the void, I've started to adore new moon nights.
I get ecstatic and ecstacy leads me to insanity, I melt away slowly and ever so softly; away from the chaos far from the crowd, into the blank space and back to the void - That's my reality.
One day, I am in some celestial castle or maybe in the garden of Eden or maybe the seventh heaven.
Another day, I am with you in your arms, engulfed by your love; but neither one is true.
They're just my daydreams of cold nights; I always keep falling into the void, I've started to adore new moon nights.
I get ecstatic and ecstacy leads me to insanity, I melt away slowly and ever so softly; away from the chaos far from the crowd, into the blank space and back to the void - That's my reality.
TWINKLING OBSESSION
I am jealous of the cinder that caters to your soul, yielding at your halo and bewitched by your flame.
I am jealous of peach gloves so near to your heart, melting at your touch and soaked in you scent.
I am jealous of the stare you sent to the stars, like you'd rather watch them twinkle for the rest of your days.
I am jealous of the books that live with your hand's marks, it's more than I could get without falling on my knees.
#UnspokenCites
I am jealous of the cinder that caters to your soul, yielding at your halo and bewitched by your flame.
I am jealous of peach gloves so near to your heart, melting at your touch and soaked in you scent.
I am jealous of the stare you sent to the stars, like you'd rather watch them twinkle for the rest of your days.
I am jealous of the books that live with your hand's marks, it's more than I could get without falling on my knees.
#UnspokenCites
MYSTERY
I remember all the times you were true to yourself, when we would sit back and talk about the cruel way, that all the people we used to know were falling prey, to the dark side of this apparently cool world.
And then we would swear how we would never ever be like them, like all those people who are lost in that imaginary bubble, and I never even once doubted that you would eventually go and be one of them.
But now I cannot do anything, since its only you who can save yourself!
- Tay
I remember all the times you were true to yourself, when we would sit back and talk about the cruel way, that all the people we used to know were falling prey, to the dark side of this apparently cool world.
And then we would swear how we would never ever be like them, like all those people who are lost in that imaginary bubble, and I never even once doubted that you would eventually go and be one of them.
But now I cannot do anything, since its only you who can save yourself!
- Tay
UNCONVENTIONAL LAW
The human mind is a dangerous place,
It is dark, messy, complex, confusing and most of all - Shameful!
We walk head held high amongst each other with our abominable thoughts and our sin-filled dreams, all because we have mastered the art of hiding our grotesque nature.
It's a well acknowledged and willingly accepted blind spot among society, we took shelter behind our faces and fake smiles, it is better to shove deep into our subconscious that the mind of our companion is as corrupted if not more than our own.
That what we have been presented with, as we did ourselves, is somewhat like a pretty book cover, the subtle message being... "I know it is there but so long as it is unheard and unseen; it is not."
How might we survive if our thoughts ran ramped? If they weren't concealed by silence and social decorum? It must have occured to most if not all that we are; in fact, truly horrific beings much uglier than our appearance.
#LoudThoughts
The human mind is a dangerous place,
It is dark, messy, complex, confusing and most of all - Shameful!
We walk head held high amongst each other with our abominable thoughts and our sin-filled dreams, all because we have mastered the art of hiding our grotesque nature.
It's a well acknowledged and willingly accepted blind spot among society, we took shelter behind our faces and fake smiles, it is better to shove deep into our subconscious that the mind of our companion is as corrupted if not more than our own.
That what we have been presented with, as we did ourselves, is somewhat like a pretty book cover, the subtle message being... "I know it is there but so long as it is unheard and unseen; it is not."
How might we survive if our thoughts ran ramped? If they weren't concealed by silence and social decorum? It must have occured to most if not all that we are; in fact, truly horrific beings much uglier than our appearance.
#LoudThoughts
MEMORIES...
It sends a shudder down your spine to remember that you once shared lips with that sickening voice, you once intertwined hands with his fairy tales, and you replied with smiles to his words.
How you wish memories were tangible, so you can choke the living spirit of his shadows, and bash their vivid skulls into smithereens under your feet to erase them forever.
It sends a shudder down your spine to remember that you once shared lips with that sickening voice, you once intertwined hands with his fairy tales, and you replied with smiles to his words.
How you wish memories were tangible, so you can choke the living spirit of his shadows, and bash their vivid skulls into smithereens under your feet to erase them forever.
LIFETIME OF LOVE LETTERS
We've always been folded letters, written by their affection and forgetful of their words; maybe that's why they inscribed it all on our skin, with intentions of sharing pleasure, but now their scars hurt.
They sealed their love the way it's bound to paper cut, their fingers trying to pry us to find these words and where we hurt; maybe that's why we scare those who come trying to love us, to reinstate those words and write over them.
We still are folded letters, aren't we? We wish to push ourselves out from these envelopes growing on us; we are letters wishing to be read and to be seen, this hurts! Embraced and treasured in pages of those journals of the heart whose pain coincides with ours.
We are letters, folded in our constraints, ardently wishing to be salvaged from hands daring enough to brace paper cuts.
We've always been folded letters, written by their affection and forgetful of their words; maybe that's why they inscribed it all on our skin, with intentions of sharing pleasure, but now their scars hurt.
They sealed their love the way it's bound to paper cut, their fingers trying to pry us to find these words and where we hurt; maybe that's why we scare those who come trying to love us, to reinstate those words and write over them.
We still are folded letters, aren't we? We wish to push ourselves out from these envelopes growing on us; we are letters wishing to be read and to be seen, this hurts! Embraced and treasured in pages of those journals of the heart whose pain coincides with ours.
We are letters, folded in our constraints, ardently wishing to be salvaged from hands daring enough to brace paper cuts.