No Goodbyes

In another time
In another place
Maybe in another space
You will look into my eyes
I will see your face
And we will fall in love again

You will come and find me

I will look and see you
Our hearts will beat faster
This bond will be so much stronger
There will be no goodbyes
Just our hello and our smiles

In another time and place
We will meet and we will love again

No Goodbyes

The Feels

Dreams fall in your heart
Like mist roaming at night
Leaves fall like those tears
Some days, you will have to fear

But I won’t let them get to you
It’s like I can do so few
Dark days may be ahead
But the flame of my love will mend

Clearing the sky for you
So you can see through
You’re a unique soft soul
Wrapped in a stone

A fist so hard to resist
But can’t see its worth
You’re a gem so rare
That I so love to stare at.

 

The Feels

Sleep tight, little one
Let the clouds roll by
Let the time pass by
Don’t think you missed a chance.

You’ll soon be on that beautiful place
Where war and crimes do not exist
Where there is no conflict to cease
Where you will no longer worry or cry.

Where bombs do not exist and your heart explodes in happiness
Where you will drown only in joy and laughter.
Sleep tight, little one.
You’ll sure be in Paradise.

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I’m not in love

No, don’t look into my eyes
You might see the glitters
No, don’t look when I smile
You might see me lose my mind

No, don’t feel my heart
It’s a fear I hardly hide
No, don’t look at me
You might feel my heart beating fast

No, don’t be sweet, telling me take care
You know how you can take me to heights
No, don’t make me feel you miss me too
You know I’ve been dying to see you

No, don’t ever think I’m in love with you
Cause you know I’ll shut off as soon as you knew
No, don’t tell me you’re leaving anyway
You know how and why I’ll bleed everyday

(c) Lenanoid

I’m not in love

Poisonous

The music of your heart beating
Seems to fit in everything
My thoughts were occupied by you
You act like you never knew

You logged your existence
And you seem to not pay at all
This can’t be good, this is not fair
Because I need to see you stare

You’re a poison in my head
You seem to linger longer
You’re closer than ever
You give my heart a fever

Poisonous

Cloud-watcher

He’s fond of watching the sky
By how the clouds roll by
Each day when he pulls the blinds
He get what he never find
Each morning, she would stay
Smiles at him and say
“Goodmorning, love”
And the lights turns red and white
He can see her heart in the clouds
That’s why he always looks up.
Cloud-watcher

“He said-She said” pt.3

She said “They say the best things in life are free – friendship, love and peace of mind”.

He said “Yes, I agree”.

She said “If I can only pay the price to get him back, I should have long paid for it”

He said “Yup. Sometimes love doesn’t accept payments. Besides, you’re just making yourself in debt of something not worth your tears.”

She said “What do you mean?”

“Move on”, he said.

“He said-She said” pt.3

“He said-She said” pt.2

Photo Credits: Google Images

Photo Credits: Google Images

When I lie down, I feel my heart beating. It’s trembling fast, as fast as how your wheels go when you drive.

I don’t know if this is palpitation, or some way how my body releases stress. I’m stuck in between so many side of things.

Lastly, I don’t know if this is love.

“He said-She said” pt.2

“He said-She said” pt.1

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He worries for her being tripped at, being abused, being hurt.

He said “It’s still dark outside”.

She said “I don’t really have to go outside to see the dark side of things”.

“Then stay with me outside, I would love to see your eyes glimmering with a dark sky in a breaking dawn”, He said while staring at her eyes like there’s no forever.

“He said-She said” pt.1

Persecuted Poets

This morning, I’ve visited a link from a Facebook friend, which is about 5 persecuted poets:

Aron Atabek – Kazakhstan

Mohammed Ibn al-Dheeb al-Ajami – Qatar

Enoh Meyomesse – Cameroon

Susana Chávez Castillo – Mexico

Liu Xia – China

They were persecuted, detained, imprisoned and murdered because of their activism in poetry.

Click here to view the full article:

https://www.ifex.org/international/2015/03/20/world_poetry_day/

 

 

Persecuted Poets

“Ruined”

It’s funny how a look in his eye
has changed everything past your life

Ironically, it’s insanely funny how a look,
a glance in his eyes
to a stranger beside
can change everything,

including your goals and plans
and your future was ruined in an instant.

“Ruined”

“Weakness”

She can send a kiss in the air

She doesn’t understand why
He can’t look her in the eye

She will never understand
How her beauty can strike him
How her stare can feel like her skin

He doesn’t look that much at her
Because everytime he does, he lose
He becames a madman on his knees
Trying to delight her, trying to please.

“Weakness”