Emotional fortress built with broken stones,
Battle ram rushing a chill down my bones.
Forecast rain and mist,
Cutting down my sight,
Loud cries followed by their echoes,
On this battlefield of love.
Throwing spears and arrows,
Shaped as yelled sentences,
Directed at my heart,
Even the quiet whispers are able to do their part.
As the gates came crushing,
You just stood still.
Saw what was inside,
Witnessed the terror within,
Giving up the fight,
Ending it with one touch.
Our shields were thrown away,
Your ships were waiting at bay,
As tears fall on your face,
I stand broken.
This short war,
Lasted an eternity,
Although no casualties,
We mourn as if it were millions.
Love is gone,
Yet death is missing.
It is over,
Yet we are both hurting.
Saying we are happy during our breakdowns,
I try to hide it,
But I will always love you
I'm a 24year old Philosophy professor from Macedonia that usually writes poetry and short stories that help me express my feelings towards people, events, life in general. Every person in the poems is a combination of traits from the people I know. Follow me on Blogarama
16 December, 2017
Battlefield of love
02 October, 2017
I need you
The longest summer break,
was the hardest one I had to face.
Met a lot of new people,
but I lost you.
No one can replace the space you freed up,
this is not what we agreed upon.
This trusting,
disgusts me,
I did what I said I would,
but you never tried to do what you could.
The words of love were unclear,
yet I believed you when you shed a tear.
I believed you when you cried,
and I still want to believe you even when you lie.
After everything you did,
I forgive you.
After everything you said,
I need you.
was the hardest one I had to face.
Met a lot of new people,
but I lost you.
No one can replace the space you freed up,
this is not what we agreed upon.
This trusting,
disgusts me,
I did what I said I would,
but you never tried to do what you could.
The words of love were unclear,
yet I believed you when you shed a tear.
I believed you when you cried,
and I still want to believe you even when you lie.
After everything you did,
I forgive you.
After everything you said,
I need you.
24 September, 2017
Another rant
The meaning of life is uncertain,
but mine I do know,
it is to be with you.
The days when you're gone are the hardest,
the nights when I'm alone are the darkest,
the bands that you showed me are the loudest,
but most importantly your actions are the meanest.
I try so hard to get you off of my mind,
but every method is unsuccessful.
You still haunt me,
you're a nightmare I don't want to end.
So this is what life without loves looks like,
nineteen years of being unwanted,
having but a few friends that still care,
one of which I thought you were.
I fell right into your trap,
I give up,
I can't go on,
I want this to end.
As I'm writing this I realise,
I'm saying the words you told me when we first met,
I'm saying the words you wanted to hear from someone else.
but mine I do know,
it is to be with you.
The days when you're gone are the hardest,
the nights when I'm alone are the darkest,
the bands that you showed me are the loudest,
but most importantly your actions are the meanest.
I try so hard to get you off of my mind,
but every method is unsuccessful.
You still haunt me,
you're a nightmare I don't want to end.
So this is what life without loves looks like,
nineteen years of being unwanted,
having but a few friends that still care,
one of which I thought you were.
I fell right into your trap,
I give up,
I can't go on,
I want this to end.
As I'm writing this I realise,
I'm saying the words you told me when we first met,
I'm saying the words you wanted to hear from someone else.
12 September, 2017
Characters slowly change
Hooked, I think is the word,
addicted, is what I am.
Your absence is slowly killing me,
I can't take it, not used to it,
never will be.
Your perfume, your smile, your kindness,
somethings never stay the same.
How I hoped,
and for the first time I even prayed.
You never came back.
addicted, is what I am.
Your absence is slowly killing me,
I can't take it, not used to it,
never will be.
Your perfume, your smile, your kindness,
somethings never stay the same.
How I hoped,
and for the first time I even prayed.
You never came back.
06 September, 2017
I am sad
Intimidated,
anxious,
miserable.
Scared
and
dying.
Inferior,
depressed.
Rejected,
afraid,
terrified,
hopeless,
envious,
rundown.
Broken,
empty.
Disturbed,
exhausted,
abandoned,
dead.
anxious,
miserable.
Scared
and
dying.
Inferior,
depressed.
Rejected,
afraid,
terrified,
hopeless,
envious,
rundown.
Broken,
empty.
Disturbed,
exhausted,
abandoned,
dead.
05 September, 2017
For you I will do my best
Slowly you disappear into the past,
yet you are buried in my thoughts which I'm forcing to last.
Everything that you do,
finds a way to touch my heart,
and every word you say,
shows the beauty of your art.
Your bleached white hair,
perfect smile,
cute little nose,
an honest representation of your soul.
You say you want to give up,
but you don't have to go.
You're not alone, nor will you ever be,
you fought hard, now you got me.
Your bleached white hair,
perfect smile,
cute little nose,
please stay for a while.
You fought hard, now you got me,
you're not alone, nor will you ever be.
yet you are buried in my thoughts which I'm forcing to last.
Everything that you do,
finds a way to touch my heart,
and every word you say,
shows the beauty of your art.
Your bleached white hair,
perfect smile,
cute little nose,
an honest representation of your soul.
You say you want to give up,
but you don't have to go.
You're not alone, nor will you ever be,
you fought hard, now you got me.
Your bleached white hair,
perfect smile,
cute little nose,
please stay for a while.
You fought hard, now you got me,
you're not alone, nor will you ever be.
Labels: Stories, Poems 'n stuff
Angela,
bleached hair,
Crush,
depression,
don't go,
feelings,
friendship,
giving up,
old crush,
smile,
stay,
support,
teen life
24 July, 2017
Letter to a friend
To the friend who was there from the start,
you will forever be in my heart.
To the friend that made the pain stop,
I thank you.
For every word you said, a smile followed. Honestly I can't remember a time where you turned your back on me.
You are something else, you are my definition of a perfect human being, and although there were times when we didn't get along you still managed to put up with me.
As I grow older I realize what you mean to me, I may sound cliche and clingy but I love you.
I know that friends don't last forever but I hope that you are an exception!
15 June, 2017
Becoming a ghost
There's this song I always come back to,
It reminds me of the day I first met you.
No other words mean as much to me as the lyrics that were sang in the song,
it's a constant reminder of how we held on for so long.
You might've been just a ghost but you knew what flesh felt like,
you knew what a hug meant and how to treat someone in the cold night.
You were no stranger to love and comfort,
you were the definition of kindness,
you managed to treat me from my social blindness.
You allowed me to open up to you,
share my story and my pain.
From that point on I knew what you meant,
I knew what you wanted,
but I never provided.
Now I'm the ghost you once spoke of,
hiding behind the comfort of my keyboard,
playing the role of a person you once knew.
It reminds me of the day I first met you.
No other words mean as much to me as the lyrics that were sang in the song,
it's a constant reminder of how we held on for so long.
You might've been just a ghost but you knew what flesh felt like,
you knew what a hug meant and how to treat someone in the cold night.
You were no stranger to love and comfort,
you were the definition of kindness,
you managed to treat me from my social blindness.
You allowed me to open up to you,
share my story and my pain.
From that point on I knew what you meant,
I knew what you wanted,
but I never provided.
Now I'm the ghost you once spoke of,
hiding behind the comfort of my keyboard,
playing the role of a person you once knew.
Labels: Stories, Poems 'n stuff
Aya,
best friend,
comfort,
Crush,
emotions,
hotel books,
poetry,
Sadness,
teen life
12 May, 2017
Emotional bus ride
One month,
it's been one month since I last saw you.
I remember the denim jacket and converse shoes,
your long wavy brown hair and stunning smile too.
With a voice that still echoes,
you told me everything was alright.
Oh how I wanted to believe it,
I wished for it to be true.
The result was not surprising,
it wasn't,
you lied.
it's been one month since I last saw you.
I remember the denim jacket and converse shoes,
your long wavy brown hair and stunning smile too.
With a voice that still echoes,
you told me everything was alright.
Oh how I wanted to believe it,
I wished for it to be true.
The result was not surprising,
it wasn't,
you lied.
Labels: Stories, Poems 'n stuff
Asocial,
bus ride,
cliche,
clingy,
comfort zone,
Crush,
depression,
feelings,
poetry
20 April, 2017
The last farewell this winter brought
And just like that, you're gone,
The memories fade away, you're lost,
No matter the action , the consequences are the same.
The thought of you not being here,
The thought of missing you,
Those are concepts I can't wrap around my head.
With fear I live the upcoming days,
Questioning my own existence,
Questioning my own rebellion, I slowly understand what you meant.
Honestly I miss you,
Nothing I do can bring you back,
But I'm thankful for giving me the chances I once had.
The memories fade away, you're lost,
No matter the action , the consequences are the same.
The thought of you not being here,
The thought of missing you,
Those are concepts I can't wrap around my head.
With fear I live the upcoming days,
Questioning my own existence,
Questioning my own rebellion, I slowly understand what you meant.
Honestly I miss you,
Nothing I do can bring you back,
But I'm thankful for giving me the chances I once had.
Labels: Stories, Poems 'n stuff
Crush,
depression,
destroyed life,
emotions,
farewell,
friends,
friendship,
Isolated,
Lonely mind,
Love,
love life,
past,
teen life
01 April, 2017
Truly alone
With a wish to feel happiness,
with a wish to see your face once again,
I feel as if I'm alone, put up against the world.
With memories of those high school days,
with memories of the sickening feeling called love,
I long for the day of the end.
Nothing I do or say,
nothing will stop this pain,
such a long and lonely road through the night.
Wasting everything I have,
wasting the time I once longed for,
now I know what it means to be truly alone.
with a wish to see your face once again,
I feel as if I'm alone, put up against the world.
With memories of those high school days,
with memories of the sickening feeling called love,
I long for the day of the end.
Nothing I do or say,
nothing will stop this pain,
such a long and lonely road through the night.
Wasting everything I have,
wasting the time I once longed for,
now I know what it means to be truly alone.
Labels: Stories, Poems 'n stuff
Asocial,
comfort zone,
Crush,
depression,
ex,
feelings,
hatred,
life story,
loneliness,
Lonely mind,
lonely road,
Love,
love life,
pain,
poetry,
school days,
song quotes,
teen life,
wasted time
23 February, 2017
22 February, 2017
Shamelessly destroying our fantasies
Hiding from the truth,
as if fear comes with it.
Not much can be done,
much less said in the present,
what we all want is not all that pleasant.
Cursing the sentences that debunk our lies,
we watch as another child's fantasy dies.
as if fear comes with it.
Not much can be done,
much less said in the present,
what we all want is not all that pleasant.
Cursing the sentences that debunk our lies,
we watch as another child's fantasy dies.
Labels: Stories, Poems 'n stuff
aggression,
Asocial,
childhood,
emotions,
fantasy,
imagination,
lies,
truth
04 February, 2017
Hope for another shot at life
Shot after shot,
you miss your own heart.
Trying to end it all,
you miss your own heart.
Trying to end it all,
just because of one missed call.
Your life is worth so much more,
Your life is worth so much more,
it's not worth giving up because of that stupid old bore.
Don't you know,
he is a man-whore,
he is not someone you should adore.
Open your eyes,
and look around,
he is not someone you should adore.
Open your eyes,
and look around,
you'll miss the fun,
and I'll miss your beauty.
When everything is done,
When everything is done,
you'll be happy for what once had to come.
Labels: Stories, Poems 'n stuff
aggression,
Asocial,
Crush,
ex,
poetry,
Sadness,
self hatred,
teen life,
words unspoken,
worthless
20 January, 2017
Absence
Torn pages,
words unspoken.
Thoughts undeveloped,
feelings being neglected.
I've turned into a creature I can't understand.
I've turned into something I cannot stand.
words unspoken.
Thoughts undeveloped,
feelings being neglected.
I've turned into a creature I can't understand.
I've turned into something I cannot stand.
Labels: Stories, Poems 'n stuff
aggression,
comfort zone,
depression,
emotions,
events,
feelings,
self hatred,
teen life
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