Saturday, 27 August 2016

The Secrets Behind Your Face

Just a touch from your palms,
I can read all your honest mind,
Just a hug from your body,
I can feel all the lies you hide behind,
just a call from your intention,
I can sense all the pride and boredom.
All those secret can't be mention to me,
like toying with water guns and balls,
but you back stabbed on me all of sudden with knife.
How dare, how bold, how disgusting, how ironic..... 
Poor you, picking wrong dummy to be dumped for. 
Tell me your scheme along the days,
I want to know that cheap strategies you made,
Playing with my anxiety and worries,
Rolling on my insecurity, let me suffer up,
Chained up the neck, tied up on the hips,
What kind of pain do you seek for me?
I have warned you to stay away
Don't wait I get jealous bitches up
I tell you, I used to all pains and prosecution
You are wrong, hiding so much nasty lies
too smart to cast a magic, too young to be trickster,
my eyes are still aching and full of disbelief,
my lips can't stop spitting on the stupidity,
So you think you are high?  how far can you go?
Who do you think you are? a golden among straws?
Don't ask for a warfare, I am too fear of blood,
It's merciless and full of tears salvage. 
The secrets behind your face is nonsense,
Don't be hesitant, there will be a day we have remuneration.
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Your Judgement

You look into my eyes deep in displeasing way,
You judge me like those heathens with tons of despair,
All my friends are the same and none of your taste,
So what was the problem? You don't enjoy the ride with me.
Rejection, objection, refusal, all you did to me,
that watermark was described well on your face,
but you pretend nothing happened and judge me twice a day,
stay swallowing all your pride, abusing my position,
thinking I am an outsider, a lower class muddy peasant.
What you dislike is what I love the most in the mirror,
My freakishness plays wild and attracts everyone closer,
they will follow me, they will adore me, they will fall for me,
they miss me even I am in a hundred thousand miles away,
they do, they do, they hail, they hail, but will you do the same?
You have trust issue, this is for real and the matter is not a fantasy,
look at the skies, even the cloud laughs on my pathetic face,
why should I maintain this maggot nest among the chest?
tickling and biting every seconds, rotting my sense and feelings,
it's killing myself, to be judged by you with those abusive look.
Even I always beg for mercy, think positively and forgive,
none of those attempt suit your appetite, so I am the bad girl huh?
I tried to warn you so many times, those judgement will be a regret,
Everybody knows, everybody knows, you should love me better,
So nobody does the same, and that is just what you should do. 

There won't be rage, tears, harshness or trial,
that way does not suit me either, I reply you before too
as long as you don't owe me, I don't owe you, you said
Isn't it what you talk and hope from me since the beginning?
If I ask you to take my hand on the flame, you won't I bet

A slave, a slave, a secondary, a secondary,
People read the judgement, they write it on bible,
Are you gambling? You are gambling, you judge and gamble,
Awful awful, can't you see your face and self?
I won't tie you up my highness, 
until the day of your judgement comes  

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Tuesday, 2 August 2016

The Hanging Man

I have ever seen those eyes,
They were spacing out,
with emptiness and sadness.
To worry about crowd, 
To prefer being left behind,
sitting with darkness,
playing with sorrow.
Last time I saw them,
after that those eyes were closed,
sleeping in loneliness, cold and bold
everyone was astonished when you were gone
yes, when you were gone
at last it becomes a regret, 
a too late one to lend for a hand
That watermark of your face,
that sign of needing somebody,
to be cared and to be loved,
to be watched and to be understood.
Where have you been? you asked
If my life costed your awareness
I will do it, so I can be remembered
to be remembered as a tragedy
to be remembered as an agony
yeah, it is better than being forgotten
that is what you whisper to me
so dark, so helpless, so pathetic
yet you were laughing, yet you were smiling
at least you did it......... turning cold and lifeless
by hanging your neck
hovering in the center of the room
to end your sick life to a rest
seeking for peace, hugging an end...
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