For all the heartbroken souls, for all the beings who cherish life and its little things....
For everyone who has fallen in love - truly, and deeply...

A poem for the heartbroken to rejoice in the pain and to know that there are many alike in this little blue planet...
A poem for the ones that find the tiniest things in life to be the greatest happiness ever...

This is my gift to you all - Poemheart

Thursday, June 21, 2012

Frustration


Yea I’ll stare out into the black
out into the stars through a small crack
a crack in the roof above my head
stare till loneliness drains out and I’m dead

where am I heading now…
wasted opportunities and lost love
missed chances to move on
seen as one pathetic moron


I go back to one day in time
when my heart committed the crime
it’s hard enough knowing you’ve lost
whilst feeling alone stuck in love’s frost

that one mistake one false move
changed my heart's entire groove
through the years it's become my butter and bread
like being alive whilst being dead 

Smiling at me brings self-pity
in the end all this is real witty
cz I’ve managed to fool myself
into feeling loved by oneself…

engulfed in flames of my burning vision
frustration fuels it like nuclear fission
though you can't hear I'm shouting out
hope the wind carries it out and about

Thing is, in the end it always feels shitty
perhaps a song to rid the feeling so gritty
I’d probably feel more cared with a mug of toddy
rather than being nothing to nobody…



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Saturday, June 16, 2012

be my friend...




Over the course of these years
I’ve made barriers out of tears
they keep thoughts from escaping
and keeps me from feeling

made strong by binds of determination
but the smallest ounce of affection
melts them like molten glass
and I drift into dream worlds alas



this is however to let you know
I do not seek anything more
other than your living presence
cz it’s what feeds my life essence

You being close will not elevate hope
not a feeling shall secretly grope
I’m headstrong and know the confine
of this friendship I’d rather not define

Today was a special day 
with you I wanted to stay
to be consumed in the moments
a few hours to forget the torments

you turned it down without remorse
I see now why thorns infest even the rose
but it’s ok, I wouldn’t expect you to care
as I’ve endured even this I’ll bear

I know this poem is all about ME,
but it’s not about selfishness you’d agree
you being mine is not what I foresee
a friend is what I always try to be



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Sunday, June 10, 2012

I know....




I know
You keep burning out all the ties
while every second the time flies
I know
you’ve cut me out from getting to you
but it will never stop this pursue
I know
there’s no happy ever after waiting for me
only mirages of you everywhere I see
 
I know
there’s no gold at the end of the rainbow
but for you, there is no place I’d not go
I know
it’s too late for even to cry
but it’s never too late to try
I know
I’m still stuck here frozen in the time
in our moment of love when we seemed so fine
I know
you’ve turned out the last light
but I’m still fighting my own fight
I know
you don’t see a future of you and me
but it’s the past you failed to see
I know
I gave you my love yesterday
and you’ve just thrown it away
I know
if fairy tales were so true somehow
I’d be holding you in my arms right now



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Monday, June 4, 2012

Burning splinters...


Lit by the fire beside the sofa
the splinters dancing in the horizon afar
they glitter once and disappear
just like how you left me for a tear

They dance eerily as to mock me
but the pain inside they’ll never see
I thank them for warming the air
cz I’ve lost your warmth in time’s stare

It’s all empty between my arms
that will never be filled by anyone else’s charms
the warm air circles the  space
the only comfort to fill this lonely embrace

Sometimes if wishes come true
rather than waiting here for you
I’d want to burn in this fire that’s kindled
and my ashes scattered in a strong east wind