Mind

I’m not always happy.

Even when I’m smiling

I’m not happy.

There’s something wrong.

Something isn’t right.

I don’t like this place,

But it’s my own mind.

It’s getting dark inside.

I need some light.

Where’s the air?

Why can’t I breathe?

I need something to hold.

I need someone.

Something’s not right.

That smile on my face,

It’s not mine.

Who’s is it?

See my truth.

Someone look through the mask.

Someone pull it aside.

Someone pull me out.

Help me escape.

Help me get out.

The End.

she was still waiting
for a love that would never return
there was a fire blazing
in her heart

he silently wept
as he saw her weep
he wanted to hug her
and not just peep

they would never be together
it was not meant to be
it could never last forever
and so dreams were shattered

she was a rose
and her thorns were plenty
yet her beauty was such
it left him empty

she knew all about him
but would not say a word
and cared only for her vim
her lover to return

she was a breaker
and broke plenty of hearts
but they all ate up their sorrow
as if it was a tart

he thought to himself
and finally took a step
he went a bit too far
and reached for the shelf

he picked up what was his
and did what he had to
it took his life
and hers too

3:00 a.m.

it’s 3:00 a.m,
we’re fighting over chat.
There’s a movie in the background,
no heed to that.

You’re hurt,
I’m upset.
It’s all gone wrong,
my pillow is wet.

It’s one of those days,
we don’t know what to do.
I’m hoping it’ll work out,
can’t really lose you.

I’ve messed up,
you’re done with me,
But please,don’t give up,
I think it’s meant to be.

not another care in the world,
not another sound to be heard.
don’t worry about us,
there isn’t a third.

Forget those times,
there’s nothing about them.
For now, I know that
I’m losing me a gem.

You’re slowly slipping away,
into the darkness around.
There’s a confidence in you,
bold, newly found.

No, don’t go,
it’s 3:00 a.m.
but you’re the one I think of
even at 3:00 p.m.

“Get lost”,
you say.
But I’m too clingy,
And it’s already day.

It’s gone too far,
I’m ready to give up.
Sitting up in my bed,
I drink some water from my cup.

Suddenly, it’s all good,
we’re both tired,
but everything’s alright,
and now, together we’re wired.

 

Photograph

He thought he was broken,
too torn apart to be put together.
he was done,
his was a face of a lost soul.

But, she saw him,
she saw his sad,beautiful eyes,
and his sculpted face,
so she took a shot.

He heard it,
whipped around, enraged,
he saw her standing,
the weapon in her hands.

Then, she showed him,
with a little smile,
what she held in her hand,
and he gave in.

She handed it to him,
and he wiped his eyes,
she took his hand,
and she led him through.

He couldn’t have been happier,
in that dimly lit room,
where he saw the face in his mirror,
hanging everywhere.

Grins, giggles, and grim expressions,
it all changed his soul,
her camera saved his life,
and he put up the photograph too.

Dark

I shut the door,
didn’t want to turn on the lights,
didn’t want to take another step,
didn’t want to move an inch.

I wanted nothing more
than a shoulder to cry on,
than a hand to steady me,
than a pair of arms to embrace me.

Now I just want to sit
and cry until I can’t anymore,
and lie until I can’t get up,
and die until I’m just a body.

I thought we could be us,
until I realised that the dark wasn’t momentary,
until I knew I couldn’t anymore,
until I saw you give up.

And all I have now,
is a dark room,
where I’m alone
with my dark thoughts.

RED

Those red nails

a red pen

a bunch of scribbles

all in her hand.

A red notebook

some red nail paint

a cluttered table

and her sitting at it.

His red cased phone

red lipstick stains on his shirt

neither of them hers

and his lopsided grin.

Her red lips

a red heart

a texted argument

her broken heart.

A red blade

red drops of blood

a limp hand

and a free soul.

She Waited

she sat at the window,

waiting for her lover

to bring her her reward

for loving unconditionally.

 

she loved him so,

wanted him all to herself,

to be hers forever,

never to leave.

 

she knew of his love,

a lovely person,

who readily gave him

anything and everything.

 

she tempted him,

made him forget her, lose her,

and stab her in the back

as a final present.

 

she waited for him,

little did she know

he was gone too

with the love of his life.

 

she listened carefully,

for he should be coming soon,

riding his horse

down the dark road.

 

she hoped with all her heart,

and she wanted to hear

the horse’s shoes clatter,

and her love come back.