poem
Over-confidence, the sword.
Time, the execution.
High hopes, the blindfold.
I was caught in between,
Unprepared.
The time frame was way too large.
The big flaw.
I should have seen it,
And I did.
But I picked ignorance instead.
Sucks.
Was the feeling.
Air was pulled through my system.
Letting vacumm take its place,
Pressure squeezed my internals.
Sucks.
The very first word,
When fogs of negativity sets in,
When life had other plans,
For me.
Or so I thought.
Then it changes,
Transition,
There was,
Progress.
Pixels was the starting bang.
I can sense you,
Behind those spectrum of colours.
But your presence,
Went only as far as
In my mind.
The words from your lips,
Those little gestures,signs
Tell me, tell me!!!
Are they what i think they are?
Tell me.
They were breezes in my run,
My run through this world.
Your touch.
Unexpected.
A voice says,
It was nothing.
But another retorted,
It was everything.
I framed it.
Hung it for eternity,
A masterpiece in my heart.
The scent.
Unexpected.
Mixture of babyish and
Chinese?
Couldn't contained it.
It was esther,
Wasn't it?
No,
Don't.
Don't repeat that mistake again.
Anchor your hopes before it goes up too high,
If not, then,
Down you go,
Through the seven layers of the sky,
Down and down,
And down.
All the way.
My dancing pen,
Neatly placed between my fingers.
Sketching memories with words.
Carving them down.
To remember it.
To lie on it.
To treasure it.
To keep it close,
To me.
I shall remember,
Always.
::: Durian-Mean on the outside, sweet on the inside :::
Time, the execution.
High hopes, the blindfold.
I was caught in between,
Unprepared.
The time frame was way too large.
The big flaw.
I should have seen it,
And I did.
But I picked ignorance instead.
Sucks.
Was the feeling.
Air was pulled through my system.
Letting vacumm take its place,
Pressure squeezed my internals.
Sucks.
The very first word,
When fogs of negativity sets in,
When life had other plans,
For me.
Or so I thought.
Then it changes,
Transition,
There was,
Progress.
Pixels was the starting bang.
I can sense you,
Behind those spectrum of colours.
But your presence,
Went only as far as
In my mind.
The words from your lips,
Those little gestures,signs
Tell me, tell me!!!
Are they what i think they are?
Tell me.
They were breezes in my run,
My run through this world.
Your touch.
Unexpected.
A voice says,
It was nothing.
But another retorted,
It was everything.
I framed it.
Hung it for eternity,
A masterpiece in my heart.
The scent.
Unexpected.
Mixture of babyish and
Chinese?
Couldn't contained it.
It was esther,
Wasn't it?
No,
Don't.
Don't repeat that mistake again.
Anchor your hopes before it goes up too high,
If not, then,
Down you go,
Through the seven layers of the sky,
Down and down,
And down.
All the way.
My dancing pen,
Neatly placed between my fingers.
Sketching memories with words.
Carving them down.
To remember it.
To lie on it.
To treasure it.
To keep it close,
To me.
I shall remember,
Always.
::: Durian-Mean on the outside, sweet on the inside :::