Victim of Coincidence

“Walking bare through life’s adversities,
Trying to unravel life’s intricate pattern,
Of bliss then pain, then bliss;
Whilst pain is inevitable,
Suffering is always optional;
I may be a victim of coincidence,
But I shall never be a prisoner of fate.”

 

–as included in my Dev [http://saintmaxz.deviantart.com/art/Victim-of-Coincidence-93015085]

Sinking Deeper

“Alone, and in solitude,
The night sinks deeper into the dawn,
As hours tick away,
I lie slumberless, and with thoughts running;
I feel the night’s coldness, and
My heart yearns for your tender presence,
Yet I lie alone, with a heart waiting,
And this unnamed feeling sinking deeper.”

– as included in my Dev [http://saintmaxz.deviantart.com/art/Sinking-Deeper-93014862]

Without You

“Time burns slowly, and darkness envelopes me,
I am without you, my dear, and I am yearning
To look into those beautiful eyes,
To have your hand in mine;
But still, these are naive wishful thoughts,
For I can only be what I am to you
Only when we’re behind this veil of darkness..”

 

–as included in my Dev [http://saintmaxz.deviantart.com/art/Without-You-92338871]

Love Lies Bleeding

“On a day worth rejoicing,
I know I have found true love,
Yet he is not the prince
I shall now be wed to;
If only you are my bride,
This love will not lie bleeding;
Whilst everything is in color and vibrant,
I wither to gray inside..”

–included in my Dev [http://saintmaxz.deviantart.com/art/Love-Lies-Bleeding-92338294]

Deja Vu no more

tick tick tick
it’s already one hour
passed dark midnight,
it is a sleepless night

alone, utterly cold
this is not entirely new;
i am certainly afraid of
things occuring in deja vu

i don’t want this -
this unnamed feeling
that always consumes me
and all that i love and cherish

its all too familiar -
this common aftermath of tragedy
when this unnamed feeling
gets hold of me, all of me

one ends up hating me
when one starts loving me,
that is why this time,
i will not let her love be

Lord help me.

playing my last song

“Playing your song the best that I can,
Even if my little fingers bleed;
Trying hard to win your love and attention,
But it seems I will never quite succeed;
Yet, I will play your song one last time..”

day zero

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this is my blog of my poems.

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nobody really reads this blog anyway.