Poetry, Part 3

Once Again 

Standing on the rooftop screaming your name 

Hate and it’s opposite emanating from the heart you’ve maimed

Wishing I didn’t and hoping it had 

Perhaps then it wouldn’t have hurt this bad 

But all “great” things must come to an end 

And I’m not okay, but I will have to pretend 

Regardless, and despite I must let you walk away 

And hold my tongue when my heart begs you to stay 

Forever 

We spent the days with whispered sighs 

Wasted our time with thought out lies 

Would cover our face to roll our eyes 

With no spare time to enjoy the highs 

We were always at each others’ throats 

Would hide and try to sugarcoat 

Wished the other sink, so we’d stay afloat 

And now we’re dying with no antidote 

We thought forever was our own 

Never fathomed being alone 

But the end is near and we have grown 

And thus we must reap what we have sown 

Now we’re left counting days 

Soon we all shall part our ways 

And we are moving in a haze 

Our paths an unknown maze 

Despite everything we’ve gone through 

And the hurt grenades we all threw 

The laughs and friends are of true 

And memories from time we have hued 

Alas we know what we did not 

We mustn’t waste the time we’ve got 

But venture down the land of thought 

And dare to seek what we want sought 

Till the day of future, I say goodbye 

Whilst I swallow my chocked up cry 

And let you know I’ll always try

To be your friend till the day I die 

My Words

I write about heartache and pain 

Find solace in the pouring rain 

I depict the stories of present and past

Fall in love with what shan’t last 

I illustrate the prodigious heft of my heart 

Wonder if misfortune will remain my chosen form of art 

I compose lyrics embedded with tears 

Hoping to rid myself of my numerous fears 

I compile all my ifs, buts and why

Smoking ink- the words are my high 

I iterate what my heart desires 

Stand by, whilst my soul’s set on fire 

I inscribe syllables of grief upon my skin 

The curse of a poet, promises a life of no win

I write consistently and continuously 

Heart bleeding words quite vigorously 

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