Tattered cloths greet their sight To whom makes living with her lullaby Cries and pleas echoed into the night Playing their heart strings, as they walked by Clinking pockets, went to and fro Neither a penny, nor a glance Still the music went on slow With the night wind the lyrics dance When the witchin'… Continue reading Streets of Berlin
I could say her eyes are glittering stars But hers are soulless black as night Or a heart so kind it blew the world up But hers is just, used to smite Neither is she as bright as the sun For she is dull and mostly a drag Nor is she the most beautiful dame… Continue reading Anti-Petrarchan
They used to say The clock ticks slow For those with hearts in yearning Feelings kept in stow He sits in lament Over whom he never got to know Why can't such a devoted fellow Ever conquer Love's woe? - a.h.
|| Verb || I told you once not to make promises if you can't keep them, because long ago someone broke my heart together with the promise he made. I still remember all the promises you promised to keep that hasn't been broken, but hasn't been kept too. And I wonder when you first made… Continue reading Promises
|| Noun || You came and painted sunshine Then left me shades of grays Such that even when I lived My world was drained of rays - a.h.
|| Verb || We learn to give second chances to those who don't deserve them, because they said learn to forgive and forget instead. But how do I do that when you have drilled such a deep hole in me, every time I start to feel everything leaks right out? If everyone makes mistakes, then… Continue reading Mistakes
My grandma used to tell me Stories of her past Tales that lived as oldies Like magic that was cast Where actors once stood Lay a barren ground And where houses aligned Became dirty stacks of mound Browned or yellowed They always lived in gee Unlike the present era War cloaked in harmony Ere kites… Continue reading Ode to Rememberence
Have you ever love and love But never did Love requite The simplest things spark Thoughts that run ignite Or were you loved But never quite requite Love Blind from the adoring The lovesick and unworth - a.h.
She's my happy pill Running everywhere she goes People look at her weirdly In her dictionary there's no lows Although annoying at times With bad quirks she can't rid But I'll love her as she is Cause she's my annoying little kid Stay pure stay gold Never let others say you're shoaled Because you have… Continue reading Happy Go Lucky Girl
Everybody has their ideal future: which job they will take, how many children they will have, where they will end up at. When they look forward, they picture the perfect life with the perfect ending to it. For me, I wouldn't want a perfect one. When I picture my future, I picture simple ----- laughing… Continue reading My Storybook