Death

I'm crying, and I'm bleeding,
for all that I'm needing,
Is you by my side,
At the dark of this night.

I lay dying,
A part of me missing,
With broken regrets,
And a crimson death,
awaits.

I hear the swish,
of the dark cape,
and the tinkling of the sickle,
of which He holds,

My angel of death,
shows no mercy,
For I am too late,
for repentance,

My time has come,
to bid you farewell,
my love,
i will be on the other side,

till you find your way there.

POEMS FROM A TEENAGE HEARTACHE (part 3)

Another poem i found from a few years back...

Lightning crackled in the distance, and thunder boomed,
I was sitting all alone in my room,
The time was ticking, tick tock tick tock,
I turned my eyes away from the clock,

I couldn't even hear the crickets,
Because of all the rackets,
The light went out,
My throat gave a shout,

I jumped off my bed,
And bumped on my head,
I crept to the door,
barely feeling the floor,

I can't see in the darkness,
Feels like I'm swallowed by nothingness,
I moved at a fast pace,
As if I'm in space,

I need some light,
As I feel so alone in the night,
What's that I hear?
It feels so near,

Is it a ghost?
Or maybe the Post?
But no Post comes this late,
Must really check my head,

But if it's a ghost?
Should I keep the doors closed?
I found a candle-stick,
So i light up it's wick,

I turn around,
And I hear no sound,
My mind must be playing gamed on me,
It wants me to hear things i don't want to see,

I walked into the living room,
and picked the broom,
That i was using to clean the house,
before the holocaust,

I kept it aside,
And walked outside,
The streetlights have gone,
And now I really am alone.

28 May 2006

POEMS FROM A TEENAGE HEARTACHE (part 2)

This is another poem that I found in my teenage diary...

Dusk is approaching,
While I sit watching,
The moon appear,
Without a single tear,

I hope and pray,
For what I can't say,
But all that I feel,
Is ever so real,

Can someone save me,
from this misery,
Of hope and despair,
to find a place where,
I can save myself,
With all that's left,

All that's haunting me,
seems too much for me,
How can I erase it?
With every little bit,
every little ounce,
every little sense,

In my head,
In my heart,
I need some strength,
to let go,

My memories of you,
So that my heart,
Doesn't tear apart
Ever again.

2 June 2006

POEMS FROM A TEENAGE HEARTACHE

I was looking through my old things and I found a book in which I wrote poems, once upon a time ago when I was still in school. I want to share it here.

I can just imagine,
you, just laughing,
showing off,
full of pride,
and everything that I wish you were,
You are, but not in front of me,
But to someone else,
Though I thought I saw a flicker,
In my candle of hope,
But the wind of truth,
Blew the candle out,
Even a fool could see right through you,
It's so obvious, that, you too,
Just like others,
Have the same interests,
which does not concern me,
If not, there wouldn't be any reason,
for you to be flaunting yourself,
while I sit here, like a fool,
Imagining of a bright future,
But rejection is the most,
bitter of all medicine,
And that is what you gave me,
With a big dose of disappointment,
Leaving me in a depth of hopelessness,
Though I say that I don't care,
But deep inside, a blade had cut through,
My heart, it's bleeding,
Over thorns in a garden of roses,
Where no rain,
Can wash away the blood,
And the tears, though not shed,
gets collected,
in the dam of my heart,
I know that I am an idiot,
For feeling like a pathetic fool,
But I know not how to feel that way,
I don't know what can distract me,
From thoughts of you,
Although I said I didn't hope for anything,
But maybe, deep inside,
I expected for something,
Which I will never get,
But that shouldn't make me sad,
I've got to pull myself together,
Stand up tall and proud,
Ignore you,
And move on,
There are better opportunities,
If I turn away from you,
Well, I just hope that,
you understand,
That it hurts to be rejected,
Maybe you should be rejected by someone,
for you to understand how it feels,
But I don't want to curse you that, because,
The feeling of rejection hurts,
And though I'm hurt by you,
I really don't want you to get hurt,
By another one's rejection to you,
As I'll move on, and find someone else,
While memories of you will fill my mind,
as something of the past.

19/07/06

What Can You Give Up For Thirty Days.(Conclusion)

You know what sucks??

Getting all psyched up for my challenge of cutting off Fast Food and Carbonated Drinks, when all of a sudden I'm disconnected from the Cyber World. Well that's what happened.
Just for your information, I have succeeded in cutting of from Fast Food and Carbonated Drinks for the whole month. So it shows that I have the willpower to stay away from the thing that I love the most.