Tag: poem
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On the Shore
Shall you find me not at the NecropolisSearch for me, maybe, on the shoreFor I may be sitting on the dockI’ll be waiting to be found by thee.But if you let me a-wander after thisKnow that I will still understand you moreI’d tarry till night-time to try my luckI’d be waiting still until you find me.And…
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Cursed Lover
If this curse can only be broken by a spellWhere I have to write tales of you,Should I refuse such a chanceIf it meant our eternal togetherness?If tomorrow is assured to be spent with youYet I have to scribble more love notes for you,Should I refuse such a sweet ordealWhen I find pleasure in writing…
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What am I?
I found myself mourningFor a love that has never been,Shattered to bitsFlown with the windLike it was never meant,For I was never once and never will beThe rhythm and the rhymeTo complete a masterpiece,For I was never once and never will beA whisper from your lipsNor a cry from your want and your needs,For I…
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In the arms of the shadows
(Will she ever find comfort out in the lightWhen she loved how warm it is to be in the dark?Will she ever feel safe out in the lightWhen she found compassion in the dark?)… The intoxicating chill nips at her soulThat slowly numbs her inner turmoilLethargic, she found a new obsessionSpellbound, she succumbed to addiction.For,…
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Embers of the Past
The horror of the past still lingers in my skinThat smells of betrayal and tears and torment.What must I do to forget the taunting aching?What antidote will work to numb these fears?If I strip myself before your eyes and pose bare,You’ll see marks and scars tattooed forever,A living testament of the battle I foughtAnd on…
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Fragments of Yesterday
[Fragments of Yesterday It’s Sunday morn and the sun’s up and brightThe throbbing pain in my head doesn’t feel rightFlashing pictures in my memory now an agonyCold sweat, too dizzy to get up, I might throw up.I am alive. I pondered staring at the ceilingBut where am I? Clueless with this sickening feeling.My thoughts seem…
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FAREWELL
Shall this life expires at a sudden moment‘Tis certain I fell in the hands of my opponent,This instant allow me to opportune this chanceTo vent my goodbye by chanting my rants. For emotions I touched, skins I prickedFrom the visions and words I fancily createdMe self condemned, though random verses I played.Clear is my conscience, edgy…
Yoona 