iskandar (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} poshpixel) wrote,@ 2008-06-24 11:44:00 |
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poetic ammo
Boredom squeezed some creative juices outta me. So presenting to you the emo-meemo Iskandar who loves writing poetry. I got S for GP so don't flame me for any mistakes in grammar, spelling, vocab or sentence structure or I'll just bawl.Yesh, that very S which shoved my dream of being an English/Lit/GP teacher down the Annals of History. =P lmao.
hmm, would you guys entertain my poetic endeavours still? Just humor me k.:/
Of black coffee and therapeutic candles
reminiscent of last night isn’t as sweet
as that caffeine I drugged my own fiber
as that sweet love we used to harbor
by now inferiorly wretched
for I’m now emotionally attached
to the rollin’ good times tied to
the yesteryears of our nostalgia
For talking about departure & goodbyes
always frothed by your tainted lies
always smoldered by my wishful thinking
by self denials I bestowed king
I sip the coffee as I lie
I watch the flicker as I deny
making believe there’s you and I
__________________________
Of what could have been-
Passive resentment towards reality?
The sorrow weaved into every fiber of my being.
Nothing seems to fall proper.
You despise me for despising you
But you blamed it on the weatherman
cause you thought I cannot see thru’
Do you know how I feel- how you make me feel?
Tonight is not a story of new beginnings
but a tale on healing the wounds we left
on history’s skin.
& you,
you caught me when my guard was down
when my courage has fell down
Life is messy because you scribbled
all those lines yourself
Now you either let me erase them for you
or go on cross them one by one.
Perhaps, one day you will realize
the plan was all a craft;
of your own
Boredom squeezed some creative juices outta me. So presenting to you the emo-meemo Iskandar who loves writing poetry. I got S for GP so don't flame me for any mistakes in grammar, spelling, vocab or sentence structure or I'll just bawl.Yesh, that very S which shoved my dream of being an English/Lit/GP teacher down the Annals of History. =P lmao.
hmm, would you guys entertain my poetic endeavours still? Just humor me k.:/
Of black coffee and therapeutic candles
reminiscent of last night isn’t as sweet
as that caffeine I drugged my own fiber
as that sweet love we used to harbor
by now inferiorly wretched
for I’m now emotionally attached
to the rollin’ good times tied to
the yesteryears of our nostalgia
For talking about departure & goodbyes
always frothed by your tainted lies
always smoldered by my wishful thinking
by self denials I bestowed king
I sip the coffee as I lie
I watch the flicker as I deny
making believe there’s you and I
__________________________
Of what could have been-
Passive resentment towards reality?
The sorrow weaved into every fiber of my being.
Nothing seems to fall proper.
You despise me for despising you
But you blamed it on the weatherman
cause you thought I cannot see thru’
Do you know how I feel- how you make me feel?
Tonight is not a story of new beginnings
but a tale on healing the wounds we left
on history’s skin.
& you,
you caught me when my guard was down
when my courage has fell down
Life is messy because you scribbled
all those lines yourself
Now you either let me erase them for you
or go on cross them one by one.
Perhaps, one day you will realize
the plan was all a craft;
of your own
