Have you seen the moon in the sky,
Hiding all its pains with a grace,
No one can imagine the things it had to face,
And now has no urge to win any race,
All the losses and fears it has embraced,
It has more depth than anyone can think,
One can stare at it for hours ,
Without even a blink,
It has friends like stars ,
They add to its beauty,
And do not leave it ,
Even when it's dark,
And someone who was once ,
Afraid of the black night ,
Is admiring this cold glamorous sight,
And when I look at that sky,
I am a library
full of books and knowledge
but I am never complete everyday
if you're a caterpillar,
hope to be a butterfly
if you're a butterfly,
hope to live your last
fourteen days a good journey
and fly sweetly
into the sky
as I metamorph
questions filled my heart and
my mind and jewels filled my eyes
I wanted an answer but all I'd get are
sugar coated lies with a pinch of salt
inside. maybe it could've been wrong
I utter all the time; but it is never wrong
lying just made it wrong. it could just
have been a single drop of honey
from your mouth at least it is
sweet and true. I asked for
an answer. a true answer.
I could have accepted a dead
bouquet of true words. do not think
of me as a person who could not appreciate wilting
flowers just because I am a such a bee
Borders are man-made
But the border between us is natural
Blue hues hepicanny
The suns rays have gone
Clouds absorb the sky
I breathe in the oncoming night,
Dark tones overtake my woes
Like an aesthetic photo, colors go awry
In my surprise, I have no dark demise.
I sit in peace, not missing the sunny side skies.
Grey clouds blanket the sky, Bringing shadow to the land below.
One, two, droplets fall snatching my attention.
The winds pick up, moist air clinging to it.
Purple plasma snakes the clouds, like vicious leviathans, bringing thunder.
The rain starts pouring on the asphalt, like grass growing rapidly.
Soon, a symphony of splashes are heard miles around.
Swathes of grass swaying in the wind.
the grass overflows, opening puddles with mirror worlds.
The water flows on all colors, a cacophony of sight.
Rain flows so heavily, almost to clean the world.
Tires splish the grass, becoming fiercer than sea waves,
Almost as if the tires surfed.
Soon, all storms come to an end.
One gives heat
And one gives light
One moves left
The other, right
Working day
Working night
Shades of grey
Black and white
Earth is round
Blocks are square
Look and read
The letters there
Strings of symbols
Complex meaning
Pen on paper
Ink is bleeding
when you think about it
you shouldn't make risks
and you shouldn't do what you want
and maybe you just shouldn't
"live life to the fullest"
but honestly,
if you don't,
who will?
Prince Charming is taking a while
I like my hair short
and frankly
being alone makes me happier
than I bet he could.
so maybe I'm modern day
Rapunzel
without the longing to be found,
rescued,
and to see the world;
but the longing to be
lost,
forgotten,
and left alone.
You know what they say
"Never judge a book by its cover"
And it's completely true.
There are so many beautiful covers
With exquisite details,
But the story reflects nothing of that.
The plot, the setting, the characters
Have nothing in comparison to the
Cover.
And the climax,
Of most stories I've heard,
Are actually the downfalls.
But the worst part,
Is the ending.
Because some stories
Don't even make it that far
All the ink
that covers my body
are all the stories
I could never tell.
Secrets I've always kept,
every confession I've never made.
Tons of memories
made into drawings on my body.
Things that have scarred me so much
will literally stay with me forever.
All the things that have hit me so hard,
are now visible.
You look at me,
and judge you might,
but I'm covered
with the stories of my life.