Sunday, May 1, 2016

Sweet Revenge

How intoxicating love is,
An amazing lucid dream it is,
With endings like,
Happily ever after,
And that was it.

How intoxicating love is,
What lies between happy endings,
Heartbreaks and anguish,
Regret and remorse,
Suicidal thoughts and what not.

We all want love,
But it becomes a natural selection,
That only some were selected,
To be loved and accepted,
And the rest got rejected,
Forlorn and abandoned,
And that's when they thought,
Am I worth loving?

I give and I give,
And I get heaps of none,
I hope and I hope,
As high as skyscrapers,
But later it crippled,
By the earthquakes of,
Your lies and deception.

One fine day,
I hope God plays His role,
Cos' every evil soul,
Will end up in ashes and coal,
And I'll be looking at you,
Laughing at God's intervention,
Too late if you ask for salvation.

Death Wish

Tilted my head up high,
Releasing a huge sigh,
Wondering why,
Gd didn't want me to die.

"Yeah, I'm fine".
Who would wanna hear me whine?
About crossing the line,
To end this sad life of mine?

Don't know,
How I'll make it,
Don't even know,
How I'll fake it,
Please God I ask of you,
Grant my death wish,
Please do.

The agony I feel,
Would you dare to deal?
Would you want to be in my shoes?
Then if you don't, fellow fools;
Keep those filthy mouths sealed,
And let me take my shield,
Let me roam free,
Though I've nowhere to flee.

Alas, God gave me a pat,
Told me to open my eyes wide,
I saw orphans grinning,
People in destitution smiling,
Cancer patients fighting,
One thing in common,
Hope and faith,
In God the Almighty.

"Yeah, I'm fine",
I thought deeply,
To love life sincerely,
Because death is surely,
So make use of it wisely.

Beauty Within Me

Red chapstick and fake lashes,
Pink blush and a liquid foundation,
Sitting on my face ready for the show,
What it'll do to you,
When those eyes need to know,
That beautiful figure,
Which it definitely ain't me,
I'm just an ogre concealed,
In a body people have deemed,
Pretty and flawless,
Beautiful and gorgeous,
Really, anything opposite of atrocious.

Behind those zits and scars,
Dark circles and eyebags,
Lies a person who wants to;
Make heads turn,
Love and attention,
Because all they were getting,
Were buttons that led to self-destruction.

Where's the conviction?
To claim I'm a beautiful creature,
A creation of God,
When actions speak louder,
Much louder, I repeat,
Please take a seat,
And listen what I'm about to feat,
When actions speak louder than words.

So what if I'm,
A bit tanner and a lil' bit shorter?
A bit thicker and a lil' bit larger?
From what has been permanently,
Visioned by the minds of superficials,
As supermodels on the cover of seventeen.

What teen,
Wouldn't be eaten up by that?
Following the fad,
Thinking it was rad,
But all of it was nothing but mad,
Mad, mad perception,
That was just a deception.