Sheer Idiots.

Now we are so epic. 

These are double edits. I mean, who swims with eyeliner on?

US. 

 

'I Feel'

Here's another poem I wrote for you. Wish you knew it were yours.


I Feel.

I feel this.

You care too much to ignore

Even when I diss

About my life’s depressing miss

When yours cuts deeper into the core

And you don’t say a word, until I ask

What’s wrong pet, what’s the bother

You keep silent and think first

Before I receive your reply, and another

Of stories about your mother

And your little brother

Easy goes I think, “There’s no matter”

He’s just quiet.

I feel human.

When words come to the screen

Words from you

Words so smart, so clean

Words you really mean.

I am touched when

I hear the song, Valentine

I think of you then

Of how I want you to be mine.

I feel love.

When you come to my picture

Confusing ramifications of feelings collide

Enough to skip heartbeats

Enough to make me cry.

I feel insane.

In the most sane way imaginable

When we talk without sound

I hear your voice, I feel indescribable

How I wish we were on the same ground.

I feel intense.

Your personality and your thoughts

They all make sense

But if I told you mine

You might not accept, might not understand

You might not want us to remain friends.

I feel sad.

When you tell me you cry

Shadows on my wall become bad

Making pictures of ways to die

Crawling slowly into my head

Crawling slowly towards my bed

My hands flood over the buttons

Quickly, I have to push them down

Before the clock above the curtains

Makes a complete round

And midnight passes by

No, I don’t want to say goodbye

Not ever, not just yet

Not after we just met

Without this machine, what would I do?

Without this machine I cannot talk to you.

I feel you.

Inside me, inside my heart

“Taking blood and making art”

If feelings were a picture,

Then you are my paint

If being perfectly good meant loving no other,

Then I am your saint.

New & 'Eyes'.

October 24th 2010, Sunday
I've erased, Everything.
New things come in and since I'm new too, I think a change would be very nice.
And since exams are over and all, I've started writing again.
I've really nothing much to say (I'm sure you've noticed) so I'll just go ahead and post
the god-forsaken poems now.
Enjoy.

Eyes.

Eyes, they tell stories

Betrayers- all of them are.

I should know, because I notice

The lies we tell just to hide

But I can only go so far.

Eyes, they talk

They scream, and also cry

But cannot walk

Cannot run from a goodbye.

Eyes are forced to see everything

Good and happy, bad and sad

Good friends fight for nothing

Happy days that rain black

Bad feelings come flying in

When sad scenes meet

And a lost love never comes back.

Eyes plead sanity

I’m sure of this

The things we feel, things we see

When the person we kiss

Leave memories and a feeling of bliss.

Eyes suffer a lot

Before heartbeats can stop

Before blood can clot

Before tears can boil, and fall when they’re hot.

Suffer, eyes, suffer.

Scream, cry, and plead forever

Now you have to watch him walk

To the land of lost, the land of the clever

And he shall come back never

But words allow us to talk.

Just talk.

Your eyes, they talk to me.

They talk to me when you are silent

They tell me things

Things you may not want me to know

Things that you hide

Things you’d rather not show

Your eyes tell me secrets

They shout them at me

Did you not know?

It was your eyes that I first met

Inviting, warm, pure

And also distant, yet

I wanted more.

My eyes, I wonder if they do that to you.

Do my eyes tell you my secrets,

Do they scream, cry and plead

Do they do that too?

I'll never tell you unless you tell me we're still friends at least, but this is for you.