Some one liners, prose and micropoetries
One liners
Wiser is she, who locked her mind from all her fears and trudged onwards towards the dusty moonlight.
Gold lines drawn and erased, drawn and erased, drawn and erased, for the battle to be the first, to draw the line, and to erase our soul.
Debacle is my name and my life in your hands.
Kill my heart and kill my soul, but all you'll be killing is your immoral life.
Pass me the liquor, and I'll pass you my regrets.
Contradictions embraced by my heart tore it apart.
Hurt was just another word with a superficial meaning./ To you, hurt was just another word with a superficial meaning.
Be it with words, or be it with hands, you will never beat me without your heart.
Always someone
There'll always be someone who's
Prettier than me.
There'll always be someone who thinks I'm
Prettier than them.
There'll always be someone who's
Smarter than me.
There'll always be someone who thinks I'm
Smarter than them.
There'll always be someone who's
Stronger than me.
There'll always be someone who thinks I'm
Stronger than them.
But tell me -
Why must I care about that at all?
Why do I care so much about this?
Speak
We often blame others,
For sewing our mouths,
Shut.
But we often forget,
That the ones who strip our
ability to speak...
Is us.
Teardrops
And.
They.
Fall.
In.
My.
Dreams.
Fountain of Gold
In the fountain of gold,
Her roses bloom.
And as danger arose,
They took no care.
Chasing.
Too often we're chasing what needn't be chased.
Butterfly's Wings
The butterfly's
Fragile, ferocious
Wings
Snapped.
The world cries
A Storm.
Wildfire Darkness
Wrapped like a babe in the arms of Darkness,
She cried a wildfire.
Letting go or holding on?
The hardest thing is not letting go,
Or holding on.
But rather knowing when to let go,
And when to hold on.
Lost or afraid
Often we believe that we are lost.
Not knowing the path
To take.
When in reality,
It's all in our heart,
And we're all just afraid.
Wait
And I fell in love with the
Idea,
That my dreams will chase me
And all I had to do was
Wait.
Poetry
Poetry,
Is spilled ink
Dancing,
Across borders
Alighting,
Bright sparks
Into
Darkened corners
Of
The unknown.
Time
Time,
Is running
out.
Yet I can't
Seem
To
Breathe.
Who will you be?
And if you do everything,
And change everything,
About yourself for the sake of pleasing
Others -
Let me ask you:
Who will you be when the rest of the world is
Gone?
Flower
If I were a flower,
And if flowers could bleed,
I'd bleed diamonds on the ground.
Defining Life
I hope you realise,
That your life's not meant to be defined by others.
Bleeding
Bleeding.
It won't stop itself.
Healing.
It won't heal itself.
You.
Are stronger than you think.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry On Emotions 2
PoetrySecond book with unpublished poems from the first book I wrote a few years ago: Poetry On Emotions.
