My beowulf

The mad Queen walked the forest barefoot
The foolish king winched the colours of black
I was your Pinokio and you were my Beowulf
We roamed the sinister sky together valorously
With no power we survived
I was your Pinokio and you were my Beowulf
Under the cloak of  innocence I deceived you
A phony sheep I was, stabbing my shepherd in the back
My mad queen, frosting forest, be kind
My foolish king, damaged  at most, be wise
For I flamed my game with the weeping ghosts howling his name
The time has come for cover no more, for you are gone along with the dawn
My dear Beowulf, I loved no other, I shall love no more, of that I am sure, of that I am true, but your pinokio had a ransom to be paid

  

 

 

last goodbye

What have you done to me?
There is a war inside of me
 A rampage with your name
It's never ever going to be the same
This heart was not yours to claim
but with your smile it was framed
I fell deeply, truly, madly for your rounded eyes, but whom to blame?
but now you are gone, and I'm lost with nothing to gain
your irresistible letters, coffee stain and smoked memories of your laughter
I stood there waiting for your hand to grip, the anthem sang, but you were no longer there
no more, tap dancing under the rain
no more, passing the lane
it's time for farewells
it's time for one last goodbye

you won by losing the end of the game

someday ~

Sometimes life seems just a chapter of fragile moments, where saying nothing is what's left of it. Sometimes love comes raw with limitless passion and fiercely everything else no longer matter. But most of times; we live in a state of mind where moving forward is the only thing we can do. We move from a state of deceived lover to a faithful partner, from an abused son, to an ideal father Or from an innocent child to a rebellious lover. It does not matter where we began, it only matter where we plan to reach because someday with sincerity and serenity, we will claim the answers that we seek.  Someday we will walk the line, someday we will walk with pride. Let go of the worrier and be a warrior because one day our dreams shall turn to reality.  

A thousand years

I've lived a thousand year through his lies. I've travelled a thousand city with his promises. And in one night; I've grown a thousand year. Oh, how childish I was yesterday.
#random back to 2010 #london

Not mine, not ever

In the darkest nights, you were my all time prince, my saviour, my salvation. I loved you whilst you loathed me for I was your daylight amuse, your opposite twin, your unbeatable sin.
As different as dark and light, we were. For how can a saint and sinner be equal? How can they be together? You gave me every reason to let go while I held to every hope to stay.  Oh how childish of me? To think I could ever be yours and you be mine. Yet I know I would love you till the last star has burned i would still be yours but you would still not be mine, not this time,  not ever.

A Guardian

They have named me the shame. They have titled me with vain. They loved to loath me the main. My people did not know.  For I were the watcher. The protector. The holder. They can smile for I took all the blame. They can laugh for I took all the flame. I shall take all my light and shine it on them for a guardian's job never in vain.

Scent

We keep certain objects to remind us of certain memories,  memories that either make us smile or dwell over in pain. We save photographs and diaries, that capture a moment of our lives, a moment we wish to live forever however although these objects remind us of a certain moment, there is one unique thing that actually takes us back in time; a scent. A scent is so powerful that it can take us back in time, it can play tricks to our minds that makes us believe that we are ten years back to a certain moment, a scent does not have to be a perfume; it could be your cream that you used in Paris while creating memories or the none stop rain wetness of london or a a medical scent while you were saying your goodbye to a beloved one. Or even the chopped grass during autumn or your morning cup of coffee with cinnamon before your lecture.