When I lay on my deathbed,
counting my last heartbeats,
I want you to be the last person,
whom I meet.
We'll share our laugh and our sorrow ,
where I quietly hope to live till tomorrow.
Thousands of flashback flooding in front of my eyes,
yet I only want to relive the moment I have spent with you twice.
In the end I hope ,
you'll cherish me forever the way I do,
and love me until the next time we meet,
cause I am laying on my deathbed counting my few heartbeats.
?Solitude my friend
?I hope you find me in the end
?Every night, I whisper and wish
?Yet sunlight falls upon and makes things worse
?Reminisce back to the years
?Who would have thought this is the end
?Just like a candle in a dark room whoosh A little blow thus everything vanish.
I wish I didn't love and I wish more
I wish we had never met or said hello
I wish you were still a stranger to me
I wish our love never started to grow
I wish all our mistakes didn't happen
I wish things had just gone differently
I wish you weren't the one I dreamed of
I wish when my eyes closed you I didn't see
I wish you could find forgiveness
I wish your heart wasn't cold as ice
I wish I wasn't so stubborn and mean
I wish I could have just been nice
I wish you would come home to me
I wish you would just go away
I wish all this never would've happened
I wish I'm coming home you would say
I wish to die whilst I might slumber;
Let Old Age smooth my path away;
With no accounts remaining proper;
No innocent worlds in disarray;
And should a peace exist in vision;
Which legends, myths and cults do sow;
I hope with my true love reunion;
Or wait if they be yet to follow.
And yet, should my account be tainted;
And legends, myths and cults beware;
A journey to a depth recanted;
With restlessness as common fare;
And there alone in spite and fury;
No love to balm and bound my geist;
I wish regret for a life unruly;
No eternal angst to be my price.
So knowing not when I may exit;
Nor having sight to know what truths;
I wish this life devoid of conflict;
Where Nature smiles as balance rules.
For what then life if then not sharing;
To not see death as sweet release;
We are not human if not caring,
A mild and worthy life finds peace.
Losing one's lunch
is not so hot
but dropping your dinner
when a fish dish wish was the plot
could be construed a nightmare
as not a morsel will pass your lips
and as meals go this one's gone
you've had your chips
May the rising sun warm your path,
And the whispering leaves sing wisdom to your mind.
May the waters flow clear with peace,
And the oak stand steadfast beside you.
May Awen inspire your heart,
As flowers unfold gracefully and joyfully.
Let the morning greet you with renewal and strength.
May your journey forever be guided by gentle light
And purpose!
Nothing brings joy anymore,
only a vast emptiness.
If you can, leave them here—
the unwritten three words of love.
Fear strikes, though you whisper to soothe my mind.
Near me, you wish for a peace I cannot find.
Pain fades, yet a wish cannot shield the blow.
Rain falls, leaving scars that will never show.
Grief stays, when a love has no strength to hold.
Brief warmth cannot rescue a heart grown cold.
Dread waits, while you carelessly guard the key.
Dead hope leaves me scared, that you too shall flee.
I grow from trees and beautify their crowns with leaves
On the dead barks I stand stark still
Why do you see only this trunk high as a hill
No king is a kingdom,
This olden branch is in need
To grow as a tree with a clear cloth
Bright and green
Just my own leaf
You tell me not to be afraid.
But I am always afraid.
You said, "I wish I could hold you, protect you from the pain."
And I thanked you.
But a wish is not enough when you have no power.
I told you, "Darling, these bruises and scars mean nothing to me. They will heal.
They will leave, just like your love for me.
I wish you would stay forever."
But a wish is not enough when you have no power.
And as long as you can leave,
I will always be afraid.
Lord I know,
love is hard to find.
It's not easy to find someone who genuinely loves you.
Who vows to stay even when things are not going accordingly.
I just pray I can have someone for me.
Someone who won’t get tired of seeing me.
Tired of me.
Ashamed of me.
Someone who chooses me on the good days and the messy days.
Who laughs with me, prays with me, and sits with me in silence when words fail.
Who sees my flaws and still says “I’m not going anywhere.”
Who protects my heart, not breaks it.
Who builds me up when I’m low, and celebrates me when I shine.
Lord, if it’s Your will,
send me a love that is patient, kind, and faithful.
A love that reflects You steady, forgiving, and true.
And while I wait, teach me to be that kind of person too.
To love well. To stay well. To be worthy of the love I’m asking for.
I trust You. You see me. You know me.
And You will not forget me.
Amen.
cool autumn nights
taking edge off sultry days
while sitting on deck
My tongue is tied
tinted scarlet windows
that I fly through
as I let my grasp go
from the guide meant for peace.
My chances decrease,
while my dreams do the opposite.
I mix up your silence
with the screams of my hope
to be saved.
I’m depraved
from the touch I long to feel again,
with your voice and face
engraved into my desire
for a better future.
This may seem like a love poem,
but it’s a glove
that holds a situation
a situation of no conversation.
I listened to silence for a sign.
Thinking your eyes said something
your mouth only did once.
My tongue is tied
as I wave goodbye
to the figure
society calls a crush.
Don Juan believed in reincarnation
Thought he’d return as 'collaboration'
Sure enough, when he came back
A sight stopped him in his tracks
His wife smiled, said: “I chose procreation”
A living creature
Green, brownish in colour
Giving a cool vibe to the atmosphere
Humans can’t live without me
I have roots that are stronger in soil
I have attachment issues
I can’t move
I wish sometimes
I was a bird or a moving creature
So that I can move and explore new things
I should be happy with the life I have
Maybe in next life
I wish to be a human
Even though I have given shade to many travellers daily.
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