Does it matter If I am the first to say congratulations, Or if I am The last one to say goodnight to you? Does it matter If you notice my ways of getting your Focus on me Even if it is for only a second or two? Does it matter If I am … Continue reading For Hooman: Does It Matter?
I press my lips Onto the small world that brings Me close to you Where I behold Those round innocent eyes, staring At me so still I whisper words I long to do so near your ears To my new world Although I know If that becomes a reality (hopefully), I'll be tongue-tied … Continue reading For Hooman: A Night’s Ritual
These past weeks have been quite odd for me because depression is a hot topic in town. I won't mention the series of events that demonstrated several issues about this. However, there is one thing that haunts me up to now. It haunts me that whenever it is brought up by my closest friends, I … Continue reading An open letter to those who (didn’t) suffer from depression
I have seen your battle scars for once When you tell the world about the loss That may have shattered your dreams and heart Into pieces, as many as stars. Yet in my eyes, those shattered pieces - Like those stars I long to watch with you - Leaves me mesmerized in every way … Continue reading Diamond Scars
I leave behind in the past What hurt people who love me So I bring goodness (I, for all); Ending the life of evil Living inside my body - I have left them all behind So I metamorphosize Like an angel in heaven. All the wrongs my fool self did, Turning my back to … Continue reading To Metamorphosize
And all the bad personas I had within my soul fed Were slain without a regret; Becoming a murderer, Like Jack the Ripper, lurking 'Round desires of arousal - To become worthy of love, To become righteous and pure. I found myself killed by me And it sets me to freedom. I was but … Continue reading I Killed Myself
I miss you. And the brief memories we shared. From how you looked at me (that made me shiver inside), the way your touch lingers on my nervous hand, the tenderness in your voice (I could still hear it loud and clear) and overall, I miss you. I miss you. And the times I see … Continue reading Longing