New Waters

Our tears formed our own rocky ocean.
Our laughter could be heard across the land.
What a year of lessons, mistakes and delight.
We will be the strong and wise, have no fear.

Moments of feeling high on life,
To moments of raised and flawed emotions.
My awareness of fakeness & distrust was brought to me.
Oh what some will do to gain the role of the prey.

So long to all that brings negativity.
Life is too short to swim in wasteful waters.
I am guilty of negative thoughts, one of my confessions,
I guess the optimist in me was left disappointed.

Chastity

White, the colour of her unseen clothing,
As invisible as it may be, only a few are left to see it,
The realness of her innocence and purity.

The cleanest of water cannot purify a soul,
A body is left to linger in its dirt and mischief,
Some are left with a lifetime of convincing themselves,
That it was all worth it.

I know of a girl, who holds freely unto a blossom,
A creation of innocence, the only vision left
In a time when fruit unnaturally ripens and flowers are sprayed to life.

“Chastity, the new revolution” he reads on a moving bus,
He laughs to himself as he thinks of his world of cheap nights and sites
As the word ‘chastity’ bounces out of sight.

All Along

The moments were treasured, but reality is,
I wasted myself on you,
My subconscious was right all along.

Bits and pieces of me were seen,
Everything in me was not welcomed,
Secretly I refused sharing every little part, I guess I knew all along.

Every heartbeat was felt, not heard
The outer smiles were revealed, the inside tears were kept.
Some words were left unspoken, all along.

Perhaps you didn’t see me for me, all along.
Maybe it never mattered what was said or felt, all along.
Out of nature, out of mind, out of sight, all along.

Mad-ness

Being such a fool hearted girl drives her mad
Couldn’t she stomp on it, kill it?
No one will ever understand her madness,
Except those who also bury those three words in the dirt.

Madness caused by restriction of red blood,
The darkest and deepest, not red, nor crimson, but almost black.
God; He or She created her in a way,
That allowed her body to rush with the darkest red.

Her blood flows through her veins not reaching her fingers and toes.
Only natural, cold hands and feet, warm heart,
So warm, it causes flames of fire.
They warm her, but what happens when all she sees is smoke?

Suffocated, she can’t breathe her own aroma anymore,
Don’t loose it, don’t be burnt to ashes.
Maybe an escapade will refresh your thoughts,
Until then, the fucking mad hatter you’ll be.

Backwards Fall

My eyes saw, the sight that sucked the air out of my lungs
The day I learnt how strong the heart is, so strong
That my feet gives out and backwards I fall.
I confess as I fall to the ground:
“I’m only guilty of falling, falling backwards in love.”

Slow Motion

Bodies like magnets, some force kept pulling us,
Back and forth, we resisted and gave in all at once.
That slow moment made sense but unfortunately,
Her topsy turvy ways made him go round.

Girl, if only you could have seen,
That boy’s wanting for your cobwebs and tales.
His heart was willing to take a chance on your madness,
A chance of getting hurt, he knew.

She carved a percentage of failure into a stone,
Without even giving him a chance to plant the seed.
Only by planting the seed will someone know,
The future that seed holds, life or death.

The label of failure was given,
And now they both move on separately.
They will see each other’s faces again,
He will act the usual, she will smile, all pretend?