A Paused Movie

Like a movie character

Flowing with the plot lines

Stressing out as it thickens

Relaxes riding down the climaxes

Like a movie character

Playing roles written for me

My starts and my ends are eveready

1, 2, 3, Action! and it rolls sweetly

I’m a movie character

Stared into space then I saw you

The audience staring at the screen

The screen called my life

I’m a movie character

Sadly not the one you stayed for

Not the one with a kiss under the mistletoe

Not the one you binged till your eyes are sore

I’m a movie character

My story build but then forgotten

Paused till needed or never resurrected

For I am a side character

Like a movie character

You caught me on the big screen

Waited for a side story that will never happen

Stunted at episode two, drunken.

Temporary

"Hello there, how are you?"

I've got a story to tell you.

I'll be on standby
no matter the time
Then you came by
Spouting your life for a dime

I will always be there
for I am needed constant
I will never stray
though you don't need me permanent

I am forever bounded
for now I know my core
I am the girl of comfort
not of forevermore

The cycle repeats as the doorbell rings,

"Hello there, how have you been doing?"

Indelible

Can I like you?

          Heart races seeing others

          Sweat breaking looking at him

          but when the song in the radio starts playing

          it is you on my mind I keep seeing

Can I keep you?

          Late night talks with strangers

          Sharing stories with others

          but with every news I get

          you are the first I wished to text

Can we be more?

          You believed it's better with me

          Saying how you hoped I was there

          but if I were to actually stray

          will you be able to stay?

Can't I let go?

          A good friend before any other

          A permanence no matter what bothers

          but despite all the feelings I uprooted

          the roots of all memories stay grounded.

Around the Bush

One foot out the door
and I hear the boiling kettle
A guitar and a music score
but my voice is still little

The gas turned off
Now I'm thirsty for tea
Autotune for the playoff?
Antis just won't agree

Chamomile calms the thoughts
Seek the fridge for an apricot
Honey water to ease the clots
Now only left the nerves in knot

Mug and plate in the sink
Dark clouds outside made me rethink
Guitar back in it's case with a clink
Maybe another day I will sing


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A poem about having second thoughts and giving excuses to avoid dealing with any situation.

Perfectly Matched

We laughed at the same jokes
Be it political or a hoax
Our moon shaped eyes curved
and our skin wrinkled

The things we do
the things we love
We rounded equally
Personalities melting perfectly

Indistinguishable principles hold
Cooking the same recipes
Till our hair turns old
Still believing in charity

We, are almost identical
Or so he told me.
But with a plastered smile and wide eyes,
You took his hands and left me none.

Disclaimer: I do not own the picture. Credits goes to https://www.pinterest.com.au/pin/88453580160089585/

She and I,
are so similar
That's why it hurts more.

Wet Paint

I met you when the paint was wet
You saw through how it dries
Clinging to the wall like a second skin
Still, I wished for a wallpaper

Passing my street you stop and chatted
About the weather and the new colour
The season changed to summer and drier heat
You pointed up my wall and there it is, a cracked bit

Soon the paint starts peeling itself
Kept on stopping by and we chatted
Talked about the old and the new
Said you'll help paint mine too

We scrounged the walls deep
Till the bare base surfaces
The ashy gray cemented bricks
With tiny holes of air pockets

Months gone by changing seasons
The storms and thunders provide reasons
My street missing your daily presence
My walls grew moldy from separation

New paint sat beside me
Wet from water mixing
My back to the street I stare
At the steel gate I just purchased

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To her and Mr. Confusing. Thank you, now her heart is re-strengthen, I guess....

Re-uploaded due to some spelling mistakes huhuhu

Mirror Me

Reflecting glass,

tell me

who do you see behind these facsimile

Reflecting glass,

show me

insanity or not, I'm folding my knee

Reflecting glass,

who do I see?

Neck a little loose, grinning eerily

Reflecting glass,

did you just shift?

Stop playing games, now she's dancing merrily. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I Will Not Draw

I learned languages today.
Carvings were important in those days
On bones
On shells
Hard surfaces like nowadays clay.

I learned languages modification.
It starts with an imagination
Then pictures turned perfection
Defining story
Defining worry
Of everyday life's expectation.

I learned languages' harmony.
The curves of the tongue creating irony
Accumulation became poetry
Captivating arts
Captivating hearts
Drawing found globally.

You are languages to me
Picture formed in my eyes
Pretty, soft sketches
But I will not draw you
For I will selfishly,
Refuse sharing you.

Falling

People stumble and fall
When they fall,
they fall hard.
They bleed
They feel the pain
Their wound hurts
But soon it dries up.
Building a hard layer of defence around it.

Am I not 'people' ?
Am I better ?
Or am I worse ?

I stumble though I don't fall
But still I bleed
And still I feel the pain
Different, probably
Different, indeed.
The wounds never dry up
No layer of defence protecting me
Just a bigger wound
every stumbling.

But never falling.



Because sometimes it feels better to fall.
Another late night inspiration :)

Thank you for reading!