It's laughable,
how you invite me inside the castle of your heart,
yet keep me locked outside the gates. Caged.
Then you point your fingers,
and call me a traitor.
___
What shall I do?
What role should I play?
How shall I move, in this dance of distrust and lies?
#OC
how you invite me inside the castle of your heart,
yet keep me locked outside the gates. Caged.
Then you point your fingers,
and call me a traitor.
___
What shall I do?
What role should I play?
How shall I move, in this dance of distrust and lies?
#OC
She is a marionette;
Dancing dutifully to your euphonious words,
you call her graceful,
yet envy her elegance.
You shape her to your whims,
dehumanizing her being,
ever mocking her thoughts,
ever blemishing her skin.
She offers no resistance,
getting moulded by your hands,
you call her obedient,
yet envy her subservience.
She is your design,
your puppet on strings,
you call her your perfect creation,
yet envy her radiance.
_____
Aren't you tired of playing God?
#OC #shortpoetry
Dancing dutifully to your euphonious words,
you call her graceful,
yet envy her elegance.
You shape her to your whims,
dehumanizing her being,
ever mocking her thoughts,
ever blemishing her skin.
She offers no resistance,
getting moulded by your hands,
you call her obedient,
yet envy her subservience.
She is your design,
your puppet on strings,
you call her your perfect creation,
yet envy her radiance.
_____
Aren't you tired of playing God?
#OC #shortpoetry
I have deprived myself;
of warmth, of shelter,
of pride, of dignity,
of truth, of possession,
of hate, of love,
Just to become something,
you wish to have.
Carefully packaged,
devoid of it all that makes me human.
Just a doll on the shelf.
#pillowthoughts
of warmth, of shelter,
of pride, of dignity,
of truth, of possession,
of hate, of love,
Just to become something,
you wish to have.
Carefully packaged,
devoid of it all that makes me human.
Just a doll on the shelf.
#pillowthoughts
I will leave the letters that you wrote,
leave the flowers you brought,
burn the bridges that we crossed,
threads of affection we embossed.
But I refuse to stay,
In this crumbling abhorrent fort,
This Indignity,
It sears my wounded heart.
#Scribble
leave the flowers you brought,
burn the bridges that we crossed,
threads of affection we embossed.
But I refuse to stay,
In this crumbling abhorrent fort,
This Indignity,
It sears my wounded heart.
#Scribble
If hate is all you are willing to offer;
Blame me.
Blame me for your suffering,
for your hurt, your demise,
then hold me tight
and whisper in my ears
that it's a lie.
#Scribble
Blame me.
Blame me for your suffering,
for your hurt, your demise,
then hold me tight
and whisper in my ears
that it's a lie.
#Scribble
Take my pieces,
all you need to make yourself whole,
Then kiss my wounds,
and be the melody in my sea of silence.
#love
all you need to make yourself whole,
Then kiss my wounds,
and be the melody in my sea of silence.
#love
There is a raging sea,
stormy at the shores,
filled to the brim;
I wish to let it go,
break the barriers;
yet I can't find the strength,
to let the crystal drops fall
and be free.
__
I desperately wish to cry.
#Scribble
stormy at the shores,
filled to the brim;
I wish to let it go,
break the barriers;
yet I can't find the strength,
to let the crystal drops fall
and be free.
__
I desperately wish to cry.
#Scribble
Slowly, carefully, please stretch your arms out...
Reach for me quietly, tenderly,
grab me tightly and don't let me go.
I'm a wounded animal,
scared and writhing;
I may hurt you,
wrapped in the cocoon
of my own suffering and madness,
but please do not leave me,
for the beasts to feast.
It's not my intention to hurt you.
How can I? You are my salvation.
Save me.
Save me.
Don't let me go.
#OC #draft
Reach for me quietly, tenderly,
grab me tightly and don't let me go.
I'm a wounded animal,
scared and writhing;
I may hurt you,
wrapped in the cocoon
of my own suffering and madness,
but please do not leave me,
for the beasts to feast.
It's not my intention to hurt you.
How can I? You are my salvation.
Save me.
Save me.
Don't let me go.
#OC #draft
Precious heart, precious heart,
listen to my pleas, don't fall apart.
Do not shatter, do not grieve,
Do not rage, do not weep.
I'm holding on, by the skin of my teeth,
I wish for nothing,
just a moment of peace,
just one selfish breathe.
Precious heart, precious heart,
you are all I have, don't let me depart.
#scribble
listen to my pleas, don't fall apart.
Do not shatter, do not grieve,
Do not rage, do not weep.
I'm holding on, by the skin of my teeth,
I wish for nothing,
just a moment of peace,
just one selfish breathe.
Precious heart, precious heart,
you are all I have, don't let me depart.
#scribble
We dreamt of peace and harmony,
Spring and bloom,
yet, now all we are;
a disposable pawn.
Lying In a barren battlefield,
a sea of tattered bodies,
staring at a red dawn.
#random
Spring and bloom,
yet, now all we are;
a disposable pawn.
Lying In a barren battlefield,
a sea of tattered bodies,
staring at a red dawn.
#random
Perhaps if I resent you,
despise you, blame you,
for leaving me in this hell,
I may come to terms,
with this loss, this overwhelming grief.
But what worth is it,
resenting the dead.
#Scribble
despise you, blame you,
for leaving me in this hell,
I may come to terms,
with this loss, this overwhelming grief.
But what worth is it,
resenting the dead.
#Scribble
Your kindness, burns me.
I'm a sinner, a liar,
an incarnate,
of what should be abhorred,
yet, you look at me, with that
kind, ocean, warm gaze.
It burns my skin.
My eyes.
It seizes my being.
#scribble
I'm a sinner, a liar,
an incarnate,
of what should be abhorred,
yet, you look at me, with that
kind, ocean, warm gaze.
It burns my skin.
My eyes.
It seizes my being.
#scribble
Oh Sweetheart,
If only you knew what withers inside,
If only I could scream what shatters inside;
These walls would be torn,
and this house would be a home.
___
It's not your fault,
I fall apart.
It's not your fault,
I'm trapped in this vault.
#scribble #OC #pillowthoughts
If only you knew what withers inside,
If only I could scream what shatters inside;
These walls would be torn,
and this house would be a home.
___
It's not your fault,
I fall apart.
It's not your fault,
I'm trapped in this vault.
#scribble #OC #pillowthoughts
Somwhere between the lines,
of you and I,
yours and mine,
We forgot,
there used to be
an 'us.'
#pillowthoughts
of you and I,
yours and mine,
We forgot,
there used to be
an 'us.'
#pillowthoughts