Poems

Grey and Brittle She was dangerous,She was alluring,She death.Yellow porcelain skin and blood-red lips,Her head hissed,Her cat-like eyes hard to resist. She was dangerous,She was alluring,She was death.One look and you were bound to be hooked,Now a still statue, skin grey and brittle,Your flesh “cooked”. She was dangerous,She was alluring,She was death,She was Medusa. One […]

Freaky There are times,When the bells chime,It’s midnight, as you sittight. The moonlight spills,The cold wind chills,The landscape swallowed ina swarthy still. Sounds erupt,It’s so abrupt,A streetlamp flickers, theatmosphere thicker. Under the lamp,Masked Murder stands,Crimson dripping down hisgun held hand. Heart lodged in your throat,Forehead bloat,Praying to God in high-strung notes. When a simple sigh,Triggers

Impelling A form of murder,An act of cowardice,A way of escape. A gut-wrenching truth,Paralysingly addictive andbeautifully hopeless,Do you know the feeling? Drowning in melancholy,Swimming and swimmingand swimming with nostart and end,Do you know the feeling? Hatred to strong,The will to commit athousand sins,Do you know the feeling? You ponder, you ask, yousay:“Who will miss me?”“Who

Beyond the Wine-Dark Sea Just like Penelope, I cry,Just like Odysseus, I try,Why? Time and time again,The day begins,Time and time again,I stay within. Mixed feelings,The next time my sixth dealing, Telling myself it will betemporary,But just like Odysseus,Hope is necessary. Pain blooming,Just like Penelope,The sleep I am losing. And then the warm feeling,Everything healing,Just

Waves Crashing I know inside and outHer eyes reflecting the cobalt aboutShe stands next to meThe same smile playing throughout. My hair running freeSharp drops biting from the seaThe tide soft and slowSoothing and numbing till my knees. Hot sand buried deep like snowThe water thick and slowWind whistling, light as a featherVivid yellow against

“Truth” is the thing with thorns “Truth” is the thing with thorns—That demands bleeding through—And blooms the words— despite disguise—Beautiful or painful— Pricks could hurt and Petals could heal—Crimson is dark and warm—Blossom elegant and steady—Under the sun, they swarm— Embrace it, for it is key—Although the hearer may wince—The freedom it brings— Worth trying,Both

One I Would Always Play Loving you was my summer,Loving you was a damned dream,Loving you was black baccara roses to alover,Loving you made us the worst team. Loving you was my winter,Loving you was the best nightmare,Loving you was a harmless splinter,Loving you was warm despair. Loving you was my autumn and spring,Loving you

Loving You [One I Would Always Play, Sonnet Ver.] Loving you was my crimson dark summer,Burning like an everlasting damned dream,A bouquet of lilies to a lover,Loving you was running ink left unseen. Loving you was my soft solid winter,Beautiful and brittle, leaving my lipsYour name forever been sweet and bitter,Loving you was one too