on the blank crease pages,
i write and pour
black ink,
raggedy, teary eyes, scribbling without
looking, i blink.
thinking about you,
inhaling this bitter coffee,
my heart sink,
perfect paradise,
tearing at it seam,
with misery, i am
interlinked.
listening to the
broken tones, i imagined,
the sound of
your laughter,
right now in this
journal,
i am collating my pain,
in aflutter.
yellow soft pages;
they hold my dry
tears,
my witness; sole anchor,
nothing but a
melancholic tragedy,
full of twists, I'm
the author,
a story of calamity,
yet mesmerizing
as tale of Aladin,
you were a dream,
than reality, now
a memory;
tingling my skin,
you make me feel every
emotion, was i
happy on a whim?
a soul interwoven
to mine, you were nothing,
but a delicious sin.
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
Catastrophe
PuisiSolace and peace those words unknown to me, Chaos in my existence thoughts and mind, I portray them through my words, On the brink of losing myself, Held by a thread with sanity, I am falling toward this Catastrophe...! ¤ I have blended the amalgama...
