Thoughts

Caught in between two worlds coalescing, 
a shimmering veil restricting,
a clouded mind restraining, 
muddled thoughts from escaping. 

Escape denied, thoughts now in mourning, 
the loss of freedom, hence slowly dying. 
A storehouse of dreams finally fading, 
into the desolate darkness of forgetting. 





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In the Middle of Nowhere

I find myself thinking,
why was I abandoned here?
In the middle of nowhere
where there is nothing to see
nor water to break the monotony?
Just a never ending land
devoid of personality.
How do I even know
that I'm in the middle of anything?
Must be a glitch in my brain
or I am still dreaming.
Why am I here?
In the most desolate of places?
Where tumbleweeds are my only company?
I can feel fine white sand submerging my feet
soothing me with its soft caresses.
I feel trapped in an endless world,
a speck of imagination easily crushed
by the weight of loneliness.
I can see the dunes forming
so I will lie down and dream
that I'll be miles away when I wake up
instead of being trapped
in the middle of nowhere.




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Permit Me

Permit me if you will
to hold your hands in mine
with our fingers all entwined.

Permit me if you will
to plant chaste kiss on your cheek
for you to remember me by.

Permit me if you will
to hug you with all my might
and whisper a promise to your ear.

Permit me if you will
to love you like I've never loved before,
for you're always in my thoughts, my sweet.

Permit me if you will
to say the words I've longed to utter,
"I will love you dearest for all eternity."





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Strangers

We passed each other on the street,
our eyes connected and we both felt
millions of sparks that flew in between,
electrifying every strand of hair
and leaving us breathless in a matter of seconds.

A chance encounter with a stranger on the street,
caused our beating hearts to skip a beat.
A longing that cannot be explained,
coursed through our veins that moment we met.
To catch that feeling fleeing on crowded streets,
an impossible act yet determined we are,
to capture that moment when two strangers' eyes meet.




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Bullet

Fired from Cupid's gun,
you're like a bullet that hurtles towards me,
penetrating my chest, piercing my heart.
Stopping its beating, halting me in my tracks.
Blood is flowing and I'm already becoming numb.
How is this possible?
I'm breathing but I can't seem to feel anything.
Only that constant throbbing ache
where the bullet pierced tender flesh.
Can love be this painful and numbing?
Removing your senses even when you're still breathing?
Can't dislodge the bullet inside me,
for I'm afraid when it's gone it will kill me.

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Alcohol

NaPoWriMo here we go! :)

Alcohol

You're like a hard liquor
that burns my throat.
With every sip I take
my body warms up to you.
Your taste is like
a thousand summer suns,
that rips through my senses
intoxicating me.

You're my alcohol,
my addiction every night.
A fine flavored liquor
placed in a bottle
with such delicate delight.

I long for the night
when I can have
a kiss from your lips,
and drink your essence
to warm my body.

I want you to blind my senses
until I stumble to bed,
and dream of your searing kisses,
till the morning comes.

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A Break from Writing

I can't believe that I've forgotten about this blog of mine. It has certainly been ages since I last opened this account but then I took a break from writing poems and stories because I lost my muse. I gave up on my habit of writing poetry because the world took me in and shackled me to a desk like a machine that needs to work day in and day out. I grew tired of it eventually...

It was only November last year that the thought of picking up my pen and start writing again grew. At first it was scary and I was nervous as hell because I figured, what if I can't write anymore? What if the words no longer have meaning for me and why should I write if I can't let anyone read it? I stopped before my pen even touched paper and it was a couple of days later that I took the chance and plunged head long. It was a relief and at the same time the fear only tripled after posting my work in Wordpress at Little Ink Elf. I don't have any idea whether my work will be well received or what but it was a challenge I took and now, I'm glad that I did.

So, after a few months of writing and testing the waters, I found another challenge to do. It's called NaPoWriMo and it's an attempt to write poems daily throughout the month of April. I think this is a fitting start for me to revive this blog of mine. Anyway, I am off to peruse my old poems to see if there is anything that can give me some inspiration for this project. If you want to join in, you can learn more here.

Have fun!