…ing

A wilting flower
Surronded by
Blooming colours
And pretty lies

A dying heart
In the middle
Of moving parts
That like to meddle

A fading soul
Crowded with
Demonic blows
And dark fists

Tears

Tears forming
with emotions
that were hurting
and need attention

Tears gather
in my eyes
blurring all other
painful lies

Tears well up
threatening me
to just give up
and let them free

Tears spilling
with emotions
that were hurting
Maybe I’ll get some attention

—end—

****If I were to do like a QnA thing to celebrate 56 followers, would anyone even ask me questions? Hahahahaha****

Hidden

The sound of rain
They remind me
Of all the hidden pain
You had to bear within

The sound of wind
They are a reminder
For hard work you did
With your hidden power

The sound of thunder
They always remind me
You are a hidden winner
Even without the trophy

Are you my friend?

Are you my friend?
A comrade or a fiend?

Are there anyone out there?
A person or a heart to spare?

Are you also living in fear?
A bunch of hard levels to clear?

Are you also very tired?
A bit stressed or just a liar?

—end—

:’)

Every

Every day is a war. Every person is the enemy.
Everyone will come up with excuses saying “No, you can’t blame me.”
Every little action can cause someone to be angry.
Every time I step. Every word I speak.

Every minute is an important battle.
Every second will affect the battle.

Everybody will look at me with a smile.
Every smile hides behind a hidden intention.
Every happiness only lasts for a while.
Every intention kills my motivation.

Every person is the enemy. Every day is a war.
Everyone will tell me excuses saying “This is what you are living for.”
Every little action can cause someone to roar.
Every time I move. Every word I pour.

Every minute is counting on me.
Every second is chasing after me.

Everybody will look at me and frown.
Every frown shows every bit of anger.
Every sadness lasts forever and now.
Every anger haunts me now and forever.

Every day is a war. Every person is the enemy.

—end—

I’m on a roll today:)

A Friend Told Me That

A friend told me I had a very outgoing image. I told her it was an instinct.

A friend told me that I should start thinking before I speak. I told her it was a habit.

A friend told me that studies are important. I told him I absolutely hate it.

A friend told me that I should stop running away. I told him it was crushing.

A friend told me that my voice was too loud. I told her it was attention seeking.

A friend told me that I was incapable. I told her I absoluely agree.

A friend told me that I didn’t deserve to leave. I told him I felt guilty.

A friend told me that I didn’t deserve to feel pain. I told him I was suppresing it.

A friend told me that I was a hypocrite. I told her I could not deny it.

A friend told me I had a very happy image. I told him it was an instinct.

—end—

Oh wow I haven’t updated here in a while. I got into poetry once again so here is one:) I wrote this for class, what do you think?