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coffee-on-a-nib · 2 years
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Fuck
Fuck you and your life
that you chose to live.
Fuck me and this life
that I cannot get away with.
Fuck! We have love
that could save you and me.
Fuck! This isn’t
what it feigns to be.
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coffee-on-a-nib · 2 years
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His Numbness
You know me, don’t you? I know we’re friends because you told me so. I quit on believing you since then. You’re cold and your understanding melts For you can’t and you won’t afford to feel.
You told me I’m somebody; it poisoned my blood. Your gentle words captivated my ruined mind. The object of my musing became only you. You taught me how to hide ‘til nothing was left real For you can’t and you won’t afford to feel.
You asked my feelings out and you started to know The love I have for you was barely shown. The naked fact seemed unbearable -  You bade goodbye without seeing what’s real For you can’t and you won’t afford to feel.
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coffee-on-a-nib · 2 years
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Sacred Divulgence
Father, Forgive me for I have sinned...
It was dark When I saw them. Oh! My poor mistrusting; Shattered faith and all. Heat set fire on me And betrayal browsed upon me, Staining my hands With disdainful blood Of who I detest. Oh! Havoc! The havoc I brought them - The blunders I could have done With the savage beast in me Thirsting for death  Of her lover who lied.
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coffee-on-a-nib · 2 years
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Sentimental Journey
When water runs the ocean dry, We’ll see each other again. It is when unswerving love pass us by, Stripping my life and not breathing then. Lying dead was my cold cadaver Without a sonnet made for me. I know that I could no longer whimper Thy loveliest name destined not for me. How crippling it is to see a droplet show, For her that for thy lifeless lover. Don’t let it shed nor let it flow For in my tomb I’m waiting for thee to shed it over. There I may be, calm and quiet, And it was long ago when I dwelt. But thy heart of paltry jewel worth it to forget For the love of thee was lost with me in the depth of my sepulcher. As midnight blooms when wind were a-phantom In a weary grave where lies my corpse. Nothing could be heard but my olden song With mournful lament of ill-fated curse. I am at peace Beneath the ground; still and pale. No sign of love in a faltered face; Just a soul agonizing my parting days.
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coffee-on-a-nib · 2 years
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Fettered Words
I whispered ‘stay’ in the deafness of the air As your train starts to whistle. What a long journey awaits The fettered words burning inside your core. These eyes slipped not a tear But the warm wind blowing still Teased my memory about how I did. It was before when you told me your worries and fears Yet you still took the risk but here I am... You just smiled the aches away Brought by my ill fairness and apathy. I know you found no delight in it But you’ve never been afraid to profess? That’s one thing from bestowing ‘til taking I can’t forget. As I hang our last conversation I heard your regretting self... Although it’s terribly hurting I still made way of letting my sweet self say And bitterness finally escaped in cascades. What am I doing in a place like this? Am I least expected to deter your departure? Must I? Should I? Could I? Reminiscence took my thoughts away. It’s true when you said I easily break hearts But to you I’ll say it’s no remorseless. It makes me crawl, beg and anticipate the end. Now, must I be cruelly condemned? How did you find a heart in me If it shattered every time I lie? And what made me tell you I have a heart If it was long gone and has died? Why did you believe me and appreciate me? What made you see the heart I have none? I’ve nothing but hidden wilderness inside... In it, you gave music, beat and existence. This was the last thing you should have known Instead of my echoing ruthless farewell. I should have told you what I really mean If you can still hear me whisper And only if you’re not inside that train.
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coffee-on-a-nib · 2 years
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Blue Moon
The night is deep And it grew darker and darker  In this place where I am alone. I’d rather spend it with the stars Than with you all night Without the oath That you’ll stay with me  Till the rest of another dawn. I’m waiting for the blue moon And not here to wander When the stars came into view And reminded me again. Then, I lost my consciousness And began living in a world That I didn’t see before. In a place where people Came for love And began to think  That I shouldn’t be here For you are not here with me. Bright light garnished the luxury And all people came hand in hand Dancing like fluttering lilies. I saw you there. The ladies of the court came to take you for a dance And pour champagne in your gleaming wine glass. I envied them. Lucky were they to have you for that special night But you saw me And came near me. You asked me and I went with you. Since then the hands of time stopped  Between only me and you. The people parted like a broken sea As you took me along And the orchestra played another song. We danced with my head  Leaning on your shoulder And my hand was clasped to yours. We danced so softly  So our feet won’t touch the ground, I was so happy then. I can’t believe that I was with you all night That I have felt the warmth of your body Till the music ended - And back to my consciousness again With my face facing the sky And the sky was clear I felt my tears swelled Gently falling on my cheeks For the blue moon has risen And you’re not here to spend it with me.
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coffee-on-a-nib · 2 years
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Enigma Of Love
Ghastly was my flesh, arid were my eyes,      discerning myself like a paradigm of oaf. You don’t deserve my tears, even more my sighs,      a heedless man aiming my meager heart to break. I want to unravel the enigma of love      and deliver myself in the reminiscence of the past. Ne’er let it thrash nor let it rove,      for the lesson of love is abhorrence at last. Love is a foolishness behind knowledge,      yet crucial for it usher the path of free. But life was pervaded with revenge      which bereaved you away from me. Love is throbbing for such destiny      and merely cheated by time. For love in a heart is nowhere to hide      and loving is all but crime. Love is a sweet surrender of life;      illicit if mingled with deceit. it is a voice of plain mystery      with blithe and anguish of spirit.
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