Intrusive Thoughts

Tossing and turning til it’s almost morning,
With troubled breaths, tears are forming,
Intrusive thoughts like ageing and dying,
What ifs and I should haves are crippling,
Down my spine, giving me shivers,
To my brain, provoking.

Dump Poem #2

The more I see him, the more I think of him, the more I hear him, the more I fall.

It’s like being inflicted with an incurable malady – a malady of love.

It feels like I am slowly being sucked by an invisible quicksand.

Like I will not be able to recover. Ever, from loving him from afar.

I want to do something about this feeling. I want to run away from him to forget him. But time is testing my feelings and the more I feel, the harder I fall.

And, there’s one thing I know – Things that fall get broken.

Congratulations

That day, she tried so hard to hide,
The tears that are silently begging to glide,
Out of her tear duct down to her cheeks,
Luckily, the clouds cried in her stead.

Some words left unsaid are never left unwritten.
Congratulations, you managed to smile.

Untitled

This poem sends less than a hundred tears,
For someone whom I’m loving from afar,
To whom I hold solely and dearest,
To the reason this pen battles in an invisible war.

As the words flow, so as this unrequited feeling,
For a long time accompanied by an unbearable misery,
The pain caused by overthinking,
Of whether I should stop this delusional mediocrity.

I can’t count how many times I’m tempted,
To take down my armour and just surrender,
Give out all my poems to this beloved,
Then leave swiftly, giving him something to ponder.

Call

You called and I mustered,
All my courage to answer.
We’ve talked for twenty-one minutes straight,
And I wondered if this is yet another bait.

We’ve talked after long months of waiting,
Though that day you’re just mostly declaiming
A new task bestowed for this lowly weensy writer.
Nevertheless, you made this little heart flutters.

I wrote this to somehow vent,
How I missed your voice like always.
How I missed your laughs and sentiments.
That I’m walking on reverie on that calm mid-day.

I’m happy…
But to be honest, it’s painful in many different ways.

Bookmarks

There’s this book that I almost forgot,
Whose words of poetry I once don’t grasp.

Though it looks strangely familiar,
For its like telling my story in one material.
Its as if I removed a strand of memory,
Placed it in the pensieve and watch carefully,
How each moment is relive,
Through each poetry that was written.

But as I turn its delicate pages,
I am faced with words that look enrage,
Violently staring, like its about to hit my face.
Its looks so accurate,
In re-telling my unfortunates,
And precisely describing my pitiable state.

So, with rolling eyes I bookmarked the pages,
That understoods my lovely rages.

Hours

It’s scary how I spilled my thoughts,
And how I shared more than I ought;
But with you, I feel comfortable,
With you, every mistake seems amenable.

It’s scary how everything unfolds,
Yet in every conversation, I am consoled.
You are a natural sweet talker,
It’s like you’re born to be an actor.

Words of comfort naturally flows,
Like a gentle sea breeze that blows,
From your lips to my ears,
Then everything else disappears.

Sometimes I want to record your voice,
And listen to it silently by choice,
To inspire my heart in producing words,
A simple poem or a beautiful ode.

But I’m scared to take a leap,
Because I might fall too deep.
So for now, love will be keep,
For sometime, I’ll just let it gently weep.

For now, I’ll let it sleep,
While my pen eagerly bleeds.