I have a million things to say to you;
A thousand thoughts moving round my skull;
I have a trillion things bothering me;
But your affairs is always the priority.
Sanctimonious thoughts plague my life.
Overwhelming tribulations weigh me down,
But all I want,
All I ever needed,
Was for you be safe, sound and happy.
You deserve to be happy.
You’re my sunshine.
My only sunshine.
The feeling of loneliness;
Even when you’re with someone.
The feeling of not feeling loved;
Even when the one you love most is near.
The feeling of doom, damage beyond repair;
Even when she is always by your side.
Because you know that the days are numbered.
And she’s going to be yours no more.
That’s when you think of 6 feet underground.
You think of the wonders of a sharp razor.
The alluring spirit of a strong rope tied to a stronger tree.
You think of expired poisons and poisonous products.
You think of just ending it all
At this moment,
I feel like cutting a major artery,
To allow the blood flow,
To drain all the blood from my body,
So my heart will not feel again.
So the hurt will stop,
And the pain, all the pain, will go away.
I want to jump from a cliff so high,
With hungry sharks lingering in the water below.
And as I plummet to certain end,
I reminisce on how it ended,
On how love brought me this end.
And as I hit the water in pieces
Never to feel again. In peace.
Dead guys don’t love again
As long as softness is concerned.
You’re soft.
You have the best textured skin ever.
Like a baby human.
The first time I tasted your lips,
I went to heaven and back.
My mind travelled to far away galaxies,
And back.
Your lips in all its glory,
Is enough for me to burn it in my memory.
Touching your skin is electrifying,
Like touching a mature eel.
It sends electricity down my spine.
Makes my nervous system come alive,
Makes my nerve endings scream in joy.
You. Just you.
Sometimes, home is a person.
Home is peace of mind.
Home is that human that makes things easy.
I miss home.
I miss you.
I fell in love at the worst time.
I was smitten when I was still a coward.
Scared of uncertainties,
Disdainful of the future,
And scared of rejection.
I loved you like no other.
I ran away from certain responsibilities.
I needed you. Wanted you.
But I couldn’t go further.
Couldn’t go for what I knew was mine.
I loved you, like a boy loves.
Now, I’m a man.
And I feel like I’ve lost you.
I wanted to do things differently,
But the time have changed
You have changed.
The situation has changed.
There’s honey in your name,
And you are the sweetest human I know,
Your words.
Your care.
Your emotions.
You showed me love.
You displayed sweetness.
You’re the epitome of perfection.
I messed up once,
And you took me back.
I promised to do more.
To be better.
To make things nicer.
I stopped saying this.
But my face tells you,
My actions speak volumes.
You’re awesome.
And for ever and ever.
I’ll always love you.
Things change,
Emotions change,
And now, it is my turn.
Bigger and better me?
That, I doubt.
Zero malice,
No hatred.
Zero enemies,
But rebirth is a myth.
A thousand poems I’ve written for you,
Hundreds of time I’ve smiled for you,
Smile at you,
Laughed with you.
I don’t how to say this anymore.
Just that I truly love you.
Sincerely, I do.
The race through the valley
Of life,
Is not meant to be easy
Operation.
Turning left and right
And all I can see;
Unforgiving mountains
Of trials and tribulations.
The ground I walk on
Is full of thorns
And cutting stones.
Around me,
Before and after me
Are other entities
Navigating this same path!
All man to himself
Everyone seeking protection.
But I turn to Thee
Lord of the worlds
And Master of All
Bless me Oh Lord,
With your showers of blessings.
I seek Your refuge,
from all the evils of this world
And the evils of your creations.
I felt it for the first time; the sensation, the thrill, the most exciting ecstasy. Pretty sure Anna grey could never hit this climax;
High above any cloud, I chopped them all into pieces, laughing as I took out every chunk, every organ, every flesh. Just as Chucky had his knife, I had my axe and I was ready to play.
Five was a good start, five hundred was definitely the goal.
Sophocles Writes