Poetry Pages - Chapter 3

It's a holiday, I have work but I just wanted to write some poetry. Can't blame a person. Poetry is the way to the soul and maybe I just wanted to reach some souls. So, I am going to keep this introduction short and just get to the poems...

1. Lose Someone

Sometimes you have to lose someone to find yourself,

Cause' nothing is more deadly than the lies tell yourself.

Better lose tasty poison for bland water,

Better leave, than stay and do self - slaughter.

Better be a dusty book on the shelf,

Rather than, be a burned one.

Better be a simple song lyrics,

Rather than, be a forgotten one.

Better be smiling for simple reasons,

Rather than, for the wrong reasons.

Better be yourself,

Rather than becoming a copy of someone else.

2. Who have We Become?

Occasionally, listen to the world,

Sometimes even liars speak the truth.

Our so called hate,

Consumed us in red flames,

Confession came a little late,

When the fires had been tamed.

Who Have We Become ?

Listening to everyone.

False insults we had strung,

Untrue lyrics we had sung,

But after all we were young,

We were foolish and dumb.

I think I have learnt,

Never believe anyone.

3. Waning Gibbous Phase

On the night of waning gibbous phase,

I stay awake,

thinking of you.

I stare at the moon,

Humming a silent tune.

Did you type the truth or I chose to believe it ?

Was it an empty apology, or a real one possibly ?

I think of it all, details big and small.

After forgiveness regrets, come at night.

In the dim light, I think about our fight.

Should I have given it,

I sit and think in the room dim lit.

4. I Think my heart no longer beats

I think my heart no longer beats,

Cause' it is left in pieces.

Once, when everything was nice,

Now all is evil and vice.

Always fighting had consequences,

Always using false, untrue sentences.

History is always painful,

Trying to have obtain something that isn't yours.

But ours was beyond that,

Now, on apologies we sat.

Now, I don't know what to do,

What is false ? What is true ?

I think my heart no longer beats

For you.

5. I care too much

I care too much,

I sometimes hold a grudge.

You are the song of my love,

You are the song of the detest.

You are the book, I worship,

You are the book, I despise.

You are the dance of my devotion,

You are the dance of my fury

You are the poetry stuck in my head,

You are the poetry that makes me feel nothing.

God, these emotions are baffling,

Can't decide which song to sing,

Can't decide which book to read,

Can't decide which dance to do,

Can't decide which poetry to write.

6. No sense

Slow torture is the deadliest killer.

You see me, yet do not.

You know situation, yet ask the wrong questions,

You understand me, yet forget simplest things.

They ask you to be happy,

But do not see my sadness,

Small things break me everyday,

But after all I still stay.

There is a wrong way to be happy,

I should know,

But I do not pay heed

Cause any kind of happiness is all I need.

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That is all

Happy reading and poetry!