It felt like being in a Rollercoaster with no seatbelt
You just hold on to dear Life hoping it end wells
Funny things it is never does.
You end up hurt and shattered like glass.
But all these times you’re thingking, why do I deserve this?
But honey, Life is Cruel and Blind, it doesn’t pick who it’s next victim is .
So just hold on to that strapless Rollercoaster for as long as you can,
And wait till the ride is finally ends.
2K followers, I can’t believe it.
Never have I dream to reach this far,
Someone tell me, am I dreaming?
It seems was like it was only yesterday
I wished open stars . . .
These blog meant the world to me,
I am so glad you took the time to read it.
Just by saying you love it make me so happy
It feels like i can finally breathe.
You are gift from wishing stars
A Miracle that’s come out of the blue
You are the reasons I got this far
So from the bottom of my heart,
THANK YOU .
Welcome to our marvelous kingdom
Here resides the most charming crowd;
Envy is insecurity’s dies-hard fan,
Jealousy-the backstabbing friend of bitter man.
Anger’s mighty sharp bleed’s defend these ground;
Lies and deceit, our finest hand makers of crowns.
Then there’s greed,
The lad that blinds many a night owl in town .
By all means, make friends and have fun.
Here in our marvelous kingdom’s,
We never run out of clowns.
A painful illusion
All the things I can’t have.
All the dreams I can’t save.
All the troubles I can’t halve.
All the burdens under which I cave.
All the horizons I can never meet.
All the issues I can’t beat.
All the grudges I can’t unseat.
All the anger my mind continues to heat.
All my jewels that on me can’t shine.
All my happiness that can’t be my smile.
All my melodies that I can’t rhyme.
All my love I can’t call mine.
I can have everything, but why can’t
Everything be you ?
Why can’t I get what I feel is due ?
You had to walk out of my life,
Right on cue.
Just when I wanted to start a new
Just when I surrendered my soul to you
Turning your back you’ve left me now
But someday your ego will bow
Don’t expect me then to hold your hand
Don’t expect me then to say ‘I understand’
I bid you goodbye, I bid you farewell
As I withdraw from your satanic spell
I’ll find someone on whom I can depend
My broken heart that special someone will mend
It hurts when you love someone from the core of your being, just to end up being emotionally victimized by them.It’s a traumatic experience when someone plays with your emotions by projecting a false illusion of love. This poem aims to describe about that same traumatic experience & also tries to emphasize the fact that if someone doesn’t break your heart then you probably wouldn’t understand the value of that special someone who is willing to unconditionally mend your broken heart. I was able to make this poem thanks to my dear friend sidharth who collaborated with me on this poem, he is a very talented writer do visit his blog > https://sweetdevil69.wordpress.com/
She is hopeless…
Alone, drowning in bitterness
Silently screaming in the darkness
Hoping someone would save her from loneliness.
She is alone…
Weeping, sobbing on her own.
Tears of blood…but wouldn’t hear her moan
Her heartache, too painful to be shown
She is begging…
For her heart to stop bleeding
During bedtime, she couldn’t stop crying
Can’t hide the pain, oh she’s dying!
She is broken…
Lost soul, trying to find her way home…
Crawling, wondering what would happen.
Will she be saved…or find another empty dome?
In all honesty you never left, not really.
You’re here, you’re here, you’re here. You’re always here; tucked right between these letters, caressing my fingers as they tap on this screen to complete yet another piece about you. You never left me. And I want you to leave so badly, because I cannot keep you anymore. All I have with me, all you are to me now, is a ghost; Someone long gone I shouldn’t be keeping around as company.
I used to beg for your time, when all you wanted was space. Then you started complaining about distance, so I begged for a chance to explain. I used to beg for everything I shouldn’t have had to. You made me beg because all I used to want was your presence, your choice to stay. But now, all I really want is to get rid of your specter, send all your memories away. And if I could beg you to leave, I would. But what use is pleading when it has never worked anyway?
You’re here, you’re here, you’re here. You’re always here. I’m not going to ask you for anything, but I just really need peace. I’m getting sick of this joke you’re playing with me. Maybe this was the choice you’ve made all along– to stay. To haunt me forever as my favorite mistake.
Artwork By Dante Orpilla
Memories were always served warm, like late night coffee brewed on busy Sundays. I drink and think about how it has always been the sugar that still kept me awake, nervous, wistful, and shaking, long after the caffeine has left my veins.