teenage drama and

other shenanigans;

scythe;
lullaby
hush, little child. there's no need to
fear.
for all of the wolves will soon
disappear
tread not the wrong road for the stakes
are high
and all of the ravens will soon pass
you by

hush, little child. get back to your

sleep.
for the waters ahead are running too
deep
tread not the long rivers and the
valleys ahead
be wary of what you have heard or have
said

find me at the end of the line

when the tides are gone
and you've bled thru time

hush, little one 1

illusions
it hurts me to bear that this
love
lingers on the sole thought of
me,
leaving the confines
of comfort
under the breath of candor
saying i love you in the most
inexplicable manner and
overlooking all rationalities
nonetheless, so the idea
of you would
stay forever in my heart 2
heartbreak
here lies a broken heart
evermore waiting to find release
reminiscing its former glory
tied and chained to a past once
known
but then again, what hurts more
is
remembering
every moment, every heartbeat
although hidden in a fractured
smile, i
know the truth, it hurts, just
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hiraeth i long for the comfort
i want to see the past in screaming colour, of seeing your face light up
not in monotonous shades of grey, at the break of dawn
but in memories of a world that and it dawns upon me
thrives on your smile that maybe home is
forever ingrained at the back of my mind bliss, i see in you
but then again, rare yet a marvel for days,
i would rather take on the risk of the for weeks, for years
daunting uncertainty of what's to come and yes,
than linger on an immortalized memory for a thousand lifetimes
that hurts more than it seems
though it hurts me to bear,
i want to see the future in shades of grey, you may or may not care
not in a plethora of screaming colours, i still wish upon the stars in the sky
but in uncertainties i'd rather take for your heart to grace upon
with or without you by my side, the choice of joy
i'd rather gamble on a single never even if it's in the eyes of
than wallow in tears another, or
of a thousand maybe's a million miles away from me
then again, as of late i long for or maybe an inch closer
a wish that takes me back to the yet oblivious
days of yore to a sincere emotion of love
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hiraeth
as i tread this red brick road, but it's better,
i can't help but think better than
of the days when life was ever losing grip of you,
so simple for home is in
when the thought of you the tears i shed
never was and will shed
and perhaps, it if it means
never really was happiness for you
is away from
come to think of it, me
i'm just holding on to ;
something that never existed,
a memory that never was,
a sight that has never been seen
a home that i'd never found

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paranoia
and your eyes glistened like the stars
underneath the mellow rays of the
spotlight
your smile, drowning in the wide array
of screams,
a cacophony of jarring noises, beats,
melodies;
all constituting a concerto for the
hopeless romantic
i can't help but stare from afar,
the fast paced strums of the guitar
decelerates
the world as i seem to know it
morphs into a bittersweet wonderland
for i know in the midst of this silent
victory
lies an ignominious defeat of the
psyche
glances stolen
as quick as an arrow shot through
there's a certain truth in the hesitation to
say 'hi'
for a single word
could lead into an inevitable mistake
you wear your crown and i wear my own,
the burden of dreaming about
what could happen if i took another glance
seconds lead me to make a move
in a minute, i see myself by your side
have i championed the desires of the heart
or lost the war in my head?
still, i couldn't help but smile
smile
smile beyond the heartbreaks, they said
maybe i'm too much of a dreamer that i
dictate the rhythm of these discordant
heartbeats
pounding in dissonant harmonies that
creates a melancholia of melodies
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paranoia
i glance upon your face once more, the band stops, the lights begin to fade
the stern reality of your mask makes me the music starts to wane and silence ensues
ravish upon the rarity of your smiles. i fumble with the darkness of my thoughts,
tell me all of your secrets. anxieties comfort my insatiable soul
tell me all of your lies. restless hearts in a nyctophilic adventure
-am i worthy of your truths or starts to move its way back home
the unraveling of your sins?
i took one last glance before saying goodbye
i breathe goodbye until tomorrow,
i breathe in the harsh veracity of my goodbye until come what may.
emotions it's time to face the nightmare,
face it, i'm too much of a dreamer that a mosaic of broken heartbeats
i a picturesque painting of an everlasting
linger on things that shouldn't happen. heartbreak
wishful thinking that leads to mindless
dreaming for in the land of what might have been,
and i a subject left its washout ruler.
get stuck in the losing end i guess,
it's time to face the music one last time
what am i scared of? so this is where we part ways?
scared of breaking down my walls to let goodbye?
you in?
but then again, we're just strangers
goodbye
;
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peripeteia
have you ever felt misery at its finest?
fixated eyes on an ephemeral dream
desiring an irrational adventure
in a far away neverland
where paper lanterns fly away with them
the broken smile of a hopeless romantic,
the bittersweet tinge of a frustrated
artwork,
the bruised soul of a lost dreamer.
you stare from afar
in a labyrinth of hundreds,
a farcical display of refined masks
hoping for a taste of what happiness feels paper lantern lights
like.
perhaps the gastronomical satiation of
wondrous delights,
who knows?
the longing for a single touch that could,
for a moment
you breathe in the cold air entering the
room,
as cold as the air that entraps your soul.
in a prison of regrets,
you linger on what has and what might have
been
if you only had the strength
to face the truth,
the harsh veracity of delving into the
irrational
then in a moment's glance
you see those eyes twinkle once more
and this time, underneath the
that carry your innermost flaws
wouldn't you just stop for a while and
marvel?
i know i would
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peripeteia
have you ever felt tragedy at its finest? but
is it still love
well, maybe it's tragic indeed when you run out of paint
to wish for something out of your own reach before you start to create a masterpiece?
to betray logic in exchange for a silent
smile but
to live with the pain of an eternal is it still love
heartbreak when you have lost grasp
for the instance they figure it out of what is inherently intangible
you might start to forget in the first place?
and perhaps, that is more painful
maybe?
what a cruel trick of nature! maybe it is
in a sudden twist of fate, and
you start to believe in dreams and wishes maybe,
you start to see the colours of the rainbow i'm simply
beneath the monochromatic shades of grey the fool in the
painted by the inherent darkness of your losing end
thoughts ;

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ilysm
i
loved the idea
of falling in love;
very so often that i go to
endless adventures with
you here in my heart,
overlooking all the delusions
up here inside my head

stay, won't you please?

or just be real because in
my head
underneath all these lies, i
could only fall in love
heartbreakingly in an illusion
;
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11:11
here comes the fool
evermore, a cosmic disaster
and it's heart speaks of your name,
very so often, he whispers
endless roundelays for
nevermore is he the same

i wish for your

smile in the break of day

i wish for your

naiveté to forevermore stay

yet i know, the end is nigh,

our fates though intertwined ceases
upon the strike of the next
roundabout minute

still,
my heart longs for the
inexplicable feeling of
love at the sight of your
everything, even in a dreadful wish
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