Songs of Mermaid (Poetry)

Twilight Zone The stars and the moon have left his eyes Streets drenched with eminent intrusion… Dead trees and plants are nonchalant of his fright Darkness in pitch black gives him terror Every road leads back to where he was He stood still with his eyes closed, scared to look But if he doesn’t open them, it’s like a dungeon with no hole… He can’t breathe… But it’s spiteful to look at it as a whole Obnoxious ugliness stampedes He can’t even remember his own given name Every turn he makes... Sign in to see full entry.

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Abandoned Senses The beauty of the eyes Are out of sight Blinded by fear To acknowledge disaster Ostentatious of growing chaos Acoustic nerves Projecting deaf to serve It’s function to hear the noise Of howling grave voice Stirred by evil greed Taste the vile impediment Of spoiled sentiments The bitter fight for blight If only to taste some sweet light Taste the incessant torture at hand The air feels strongly with ire Interminable abuse throughout the nation Burning their flesh in indignation... Sign in to see full entry.

Broken Vow Tears of the moment Dropped in the ocean Vanished without a trace Melted in the ocean’s maze Like weightless memories Folded in the waves Just as the love She dropped in his heart It melted within Folded it under Nowhere to be seen Buried yonder the labyrinth Of forgotten myth Like the drop of tears Drawn in the sphere of oblivion She found and lost A hostile domicile Gradated in drastic slice The infinity of the promised bond Perished in one hand And she was left On the threshold of... Sign in to see full entry.

The Great Pretender As the rolling stone rolls by Fragments of elements collide Wedges and leverages break apart Frictions in between collision Of boisterous hammering commotion The rolling stone keeps rolling by More and more casualties of mutilation Hauled in a hole of damnation From the grave monotony of one stone His obliterated digression on plausible sanity Scarce with integrity, flooded with profanity Behavior of a lost minor, trapped in his misdemeanor Antagonism consumed him His... Sign in to see full entry.

Poems, Prayers, and Promises I looked back over my shoulder… And there I was in my hologram Faking flamingo’s charm Dancing in the rain Frolicking child with so much dream Catching every teardrops from heaven Or maybe cleansing formula dripping But what it is, is refreshing the hope in my skin Making my drench lips smile…. “ Rain on my skin Motif of silk satin Shower of my sky Mine to hold Strong and bold Like bars of gold In soft cotton balls Rain of freedom Meant for me To go free” I looked up... Sign in to see full entry.

What is Poetry? I have been wondering the last couple of days how much ramblings have been going on for “poetry”. I understand it’s a sentiment going around about; “invasion of poetry” around Blogit Land, which according to some has become a dreaded spreading disease. Like epidemic growth of poetry population polluting the air of Blogit residents. This is evidently, true. A lot of old and new writers have become more and more affluent in poetic creative overtures. There is incalculable ‘Poetry’... Sign in to see full entry.

The Love they fought for… They were so sure… Like the sun rises surely after the sun sets She was the one, heaven made for him He was the one, she prayed from heaven The only person they mustn’t choose Is the person they chose to love The only place they shouldn’t be Is where they were The only thing they cannot do, is get married Which they denied and did And together their lives began Where they promised; For each other they’ll take a stand Ghosts of the past abound Writhing between them in... Sign in to see full entry.

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Lame Surrender He’s so tired, scared, and sick of it all He is loosing his sense of existence He pleads; “allow me to give up already” Let him surrender with his remaining energy Let him walk away and hide in his dungeon Where he sought refuge, hidden Never again feel dead beat, ill or scared For in the dark no one can see his shamble self His travesty against the world is rebuked He found an amicable milieu to cover his woes None would ask as to why he feels that way For he, himself may not... Sign in to see full entry.

The Answer Between the eyes of confusion Is a great unknown Lost inside the world of desert storm Trapped in the pit of other’s egotism Uncertainties berate repeatedly Closing in to nothingness of his chances It all appear to him deflated nuances He grabbed books and turned to knowledge Searched for words, meanings and reasons Dissected every possible gradations To where an answer might lay inside To where clarity dispense his uncertainties But each time he drops a book, there is none His life... Sign in to see full entry.

Healing There you were… A sparkle of an angel Little toes, midget steps Backwards the stairways Of medieval strokes or trivial talks At the back of your mind You have been trying to find The reason why, that little angel hide There you go… Finding a strand of memory in the sand As the memories tiptoed in the corners of your mind Blurry in the labyrinth of wreckage Symmetrical to disoriented sensation Ecstatic mantra of per second episodes Angular momentum without seclusion All in your head… you... Sign in to see full entry.

I won't be surprised if I'd be attacked even more in the future after my post down below...but I promise this is the last time I'd react on them no matter how crude, painful or degrading it would be. They have their space and paying for it, they have the right to use it the way they see it fit. As for me, I'm done hurting myself for this. I'm sorry for everything. Kindly refer down below for some clarity of what I meant. I would respect and understand a no comment at all...for I wouldn't want... Sign in to see full entry.

Hello…I would like to thank all of those who has open mindedly came out to give support during my time of heavy storm in the past couple of days. Amazing people who has such a big heart to be supportive enough of a stranger they haven’t even met. And even for someone who have luxuriously catered on lavish criticism without having any idea of what she’s taking about exactly. I could only hope everyone had a good look of the history of the entire story before they jump the gun and shoot... Sign in to see full entry.

Note; Please read from the bottom, upwards. I maybe harsh too on my reply or i'm not sure. With my state of mind and some wine in my system last night, these replies were all I can afford considerately to the person I used to respect with utmost admiration. I know I maybe had my share of harshness in here, and I truly apologize to whom it may concern. I don't mean crying for sympathy my dear friends. I mean fairness for both of us. I omitted the sender's identity to protect the person concerned.... Sign in to see full entry.

Have you gone tired too of reading a blogger's feelings? i have just been insulted heart wrenchingly by a highly respected blogger thru email few minutes ago, the last person i would expect it from. Telling me 'people are sick and tired of my whinning' and 'learn to write poetry'. Have you ever been insulted by any blogger this much? she used to commend my works from day 1 and how excellently my works were with so much love and high accolades. And suddenly from nowhere, she dropped a bomb at my... Sign in to see full entry.

can i cry.... can i, when i'm feeling down tears has got me drowned my life just went amiss something broken can never keep breaking or can it? when i keep hoping... does that mean i'm hopeless? when i keep loving... does that mean, i'll keep hurting? when I taste vile in my throat... does that mean i'm crying? if i'm dropping like a rock in a dungeon of shock does that mean i'm mocked? should I be shy... if I come to you and cry? come on' quit the sympathy and kindness...tell me i'm a loose... Sign in to see full entry.

There You’ll Be I would always remember How we’ve been The cordiality of your presence And now the tremor of your absence You’ve been a stunning falcon Exhibiting divine courage under the typhoon An astral guide Lighting the path of people’s lives A stellar so many put to their pedestal As I did to mine The sullenness in my grief Will never alter the memories No matter how brief My acrimonies on sudden modifications Won’t deny understanding your intentions There’s been love…and I’m seeing more... Sign in to see full entry.

A heart sees an Art One will pick a flower And see a star glowing in the universe Or look at the amazing corals under sea And think of the beauty of forestry A golden radiance of a firefly Makes a radiance of a dream fly high One will look at things… But which defines a whole new packaging Of a translation it possibly epitomize on its facet A simplest rock by the pavement Can personify a sturdy existence of one soul Depending on who, deciphers it as a whole Look around with your eyes closed…... Sign in to see full entry.

Sting An apple of love… There’s a poison in the most perfectly red apple you can pick from the basket a poison quenching your thirst for love or a venom in a sweet juice of serum intoxicating a romance for a while then fatally loose you in the wilds besmearing your innocence and the idiotic impulses of your senses from a well rounded congregations of naiveté prima facie, creamy sweet exchanges, touching verbal kindness, promises of refuge from distress, purity of love’s sincerity, these... Sign in to see full entry.