A pebble,
kicked by a kid
who is walking home from a long day at school.
A pebble,
ran over by a kid who just stole his first bike,
he wanted his little brother
to have his first bike.
A pebble skipped over the reflective waters.
You gaze into the waters,
but you do not see yourself.
You just see
a reflection.
My life.
One mistake after the other.
Everyone I meet.
Everything I try.
It all just gets…
ruined.
Just like this poem.
There’s a kiss that says I love you,
but it is not always true.
People are sometimes dishonest
with the kisses they give to you.
Kisses that are sometimes troublesome.
Kisses that are sometimes forced.
Kisses that sometimes you deserve,
and kisses that you sometimes don’t.
But I will always kiss you
until my days are done.
My kisses will always be with you,
forever and ever, Honey-bun.
Butter Flies
The sweet, creamy, buttery sensation
on a fly, flying through the galaxy.
It’s like butter
on-the-go!
I would definitely have a Butter Fly as a pet
no matter the cost!
Oh wait,
It seems I have misread the title.
Oh well.
Butterflies are cool too, I guess.
Untitled
The word that haunts me
“Save changes to untitled?”
Yes, No, Cancel…
No…
I write some,
I give up.
“Save changes to untitled?”
The word of failure.
The word of regret.
In the course of a life
a boy will become a man
a girl will become a woman.
We will all grow.
A basin of wrongs
we hold under our sleeves
Never to be released to the open world.
One day,
it will end
Maybe now
maybe later
But it will all
end.
SCREAM
that’s all i want to do
there are times
times when there’s nothing left to do
but scream
SCREAM
the demons infest my mind
and we cannot exterminate them
our only outlet
our only solution
is to
SCREAM
but I won’t give in
I won’t scream
I will quiet down my mind
as I slowly rot
but this is for the best
isn’t it?
It’s sad
How the past just fades away
How memories are like grains of sand in an hourglass
How a 30 minute trip to the doctor’s office
can seem like 30 years then,
and 30 seconds now.
It’s sad
How one minute you and your friend are playing hop-scotch,
and the next minute
you’re lying in a retirement home
watching your kids play hop-scotch.
It’s sad
How memories disappear
And you can never go back.
It’s sad
It’s sad
Smile
Please, at least for me
You always lock
yourself in your room.
All I want
is to see you happy.
Please.
Just smile.
I see the scars on your arms.
It frightens me
to see a new one everyday.
You claim to be happy,
but I can see right through your thin lies.
Just…
Smile.
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