ignore
do not ask, why i look solemn today.
in fact, you would do good to ignore,
pass me and brush me off and away.
there is none on my face worth looking for
yes, you would do good to ignore.
after all, it's something you do;
pass me and brush me off and away.
do not let my spur of the moment ensue
to strike the attention i never had anyway.
yes, you would do good to ignore.
do not ask, why i have been quiet lately
it's not something you'd reach to ask
and although i would answer more gladly
my dignity says, in false attention do not bask.
yes, you would do good to ignore.
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Who knows?
Perhaps it's the million chain-mails never sent
Perhaps it's the lack of patience
Or God's little punishment
a test of will even
Who knows?
Perhaps it's the past
Perhaps it's the future
Perhaps it's even the present
of letting chances slip by
Who knows?
Perhaps I myself abhor it
Perhaps I'm running away
Perhaps I'm afraid to obtain it
Perhaps i'm sick of all of it
Who knows?
Whatever I say,
Perhaps i'm waiting for the right One
Who knows?
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love is a lieLove is a lie.
Because when it comes a-knocking,
It shies away from my doorstep meekly.
Apologizing for pressing the wrong
Doorbell.
When I sought to beautify what is not -
Dressed in dark red with white trimmings
A touch of scent, a kiss of my lips;
It comes a-knocking again …
This time to stop, be mesmerized
And then. Shy away meekly.
Love is a lie.
Because there is not any more space -
To wander and wonder - left at all.
Because I grow tired and weary,
Answering to mistakes on every occasion.
Yet again there is bewilderment
As to why,
WHY OH WHY
I am still answering my doors.
Is love a lie?
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Forbidden Love
I spy Forbidden Love
lurking in the shadows
emerging not in the eyes of Man
hiding not from the depths of hearts
Black, foreboding. Never have i seen
such an evil being.
I smell Forbidden Love
dancing round the corner
awaiting the opportune moment
to strike. Subdue the prey!
Immersed in fear. Such a small being
you are.
Forbidden Love touches you, maims you
incapitates you, captures you.
Ah, but what Bliss it is,
those few moments of Forbidden Love.
Then when Forbidden Love makes its triumphant retreat
You are left
with less than nothing.
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Spinning Bottles ;
You draw yourself far as I mold myself,
Then you told me life is way ahead,
And that we ought to live for the speeding days.
You're already in the little hole in my life.
I know you're the same as me;
Pretty much stuck, and no lights out.
But they kept rewinding the home movies in your head,
Then they took you away to the other side of town.
Spinning bottles; kissing boys.
I drew a line between the past and the present,
Coloring portraits and acknowledging the world.
But the colors were always pale, never bright.
Again and again, we danced nearer yet million miles apart.
Reciting thoughts, defining future.
Like a million pieces of a shattered crystal ball glued back together,
And turned out not to be lousy at all, as good as new.
Everything seems to fall back in place.
You're already in the little hole in my life.
I know you're the same as me;
We will stay in here, and light each other up.
P/s: To my other whole half.
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portrays.there's a certain look in his eyes
when he tells me he loves me.
it is filled with a patience i don't fathom;
a tenderness...
a tenderness i never knew before.
it is filled with a different glimmer,
a quiet, silent satisfaction -
that still puzzles the both of us.
there's a certain smile that he smiles
when he tells me he loves me.
it is an honest indication of an honest emotion
and i know then;
he adores.
oh he adores!it is a comfort to look upon; a promise immortal,
a kindness unheard, unseen, unventured.
there's another look on his face,
a shadow of gray that hides in guilt.
a loss of twinkle; loss of pursuit.
an impatience to be quickly over with.
Destruction;
Death; of that which overwhelms.
aye, there is another look on his face,
when i become uninvited.saraL*:)
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when it ends. So I guess it finishes here today.
None can power to persuade;
No trace, no memory; nothing at all.
And along with the sadly gone,
Dreams must vanish too.
We comply so easily, it's a waste
What really could have been,
Cries mistakably lonely again.
Spent precious lifetime chapters
Concluding worthlessness; anyway.
Say goodbye for the last time now,
We'll wish each other the best
And then we disappear;
We ignore; we’ll think no more.
When sweet, sweet sorrow
Comes knocking on our doors
We must boldly say nay
Because we haven't wronged.
We'll be
kings and
queens
Just one last time before it dies
We'll love once more passionately
And then when time strikes us awake
We'll tragically end it with a kiss.saraL* :)
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