Interim

 
You sit there in the open as the sun compliment your face

As I watch and remain amazed by the beauty in you that shows your grace

Your smile is what brings my heart to come to a stop

I lose every sanity just by the thought of you

And as the night comes I am dreaming again

Of your face, your touch and all that compliment the tenderness in you

With each dream occuring you are the very one who owns it all

The night pays homage, It has found a muse

So rare and amiable in your own way

The moon is helpless at the sight of you,

So am I every time I catch a glimpse of your presence

Sometimes I forget who I am, who i have been

My mind is knows no image, only the touch of your face

Your smoothness I want to feel around me

Being held close in my safe haven

My hands wrapped your alluring waist

I can assure you, love, there'll be no better place.

You Can't, I Understand, It's Fine, I'll Move On.

 

 

 

 

If it takes a minute to forget me

I would pray it never comes

Your touch, your aura, I felt it, I loved it

It was unfortunate I failed you many times

I wish my indecision were not alive, like a human with emotions

I had hoped I won't toss you around like dices

And leave your fragile heart broken in tiny little pieces

For I've been a man of failure in many ways

And I've let you down , a disgrace I am, a man of many mistakes

I had hoped my honesty will do more good than harm

Nevertheless I've lost your attention, your love

I feel like water, not flowing, refusing movement

See the time we spent was precious to me

I couldn't trade that feeling for anything

And I told myself I'll figure it all out and choose you

But my words became sieved, only chaff submerged

I was too late, I had lost the pleasure, the luxury of your love

Forgive me, I failed you

Now I understand why you don't want me again

You can't love a mess like me.

Inky is REBORN!

Hello

so the blog is back on and i want to thank people who viewed the page during the past year. i promise to make this bigger and better as i now have time on my side.

Stay trusty and true to what you write and remember to always express yourself!

#InkyChild

Ripe And Ruin.

She walks around the room counting her steps

Taking twenty four of them everytime she's in pain

Twelve are for the lover who left her in ruin

And the other twelve are for the man who saved her the pain

Before she starts walking again she begins to speak and mumble her speeches

Don't let me down she says, don't fill my soul

With empty promises you cannot just keep

No stick and stones, no broken bones

Only touch me with fairness from the great above

Make me feel my abode with love and peace Overwhelming my soul for a greater good

As all the dogs continue to bark, it's worth knowing

Like all good fruits the balance of life is in ripe and ruin.

Better Than This

I refuse to be a member of an institution that lacks perception

No depth, no madness, just boredom at it's peak

I want to feel immortal by my writings and speech

Heal the people of dark minds and broken dreams

Rather than be judged by grades that don't represent my subtlety

I reject society's thoughts of my tomorrow

Along with their customs and practices of how the world should be

Nevertheless I focus on the truth invested in me

Many have been marred by words and actions

Letting their soul be blistered by the rabble who know them not

What are we becoming? What are we doing?

Our arms are folded when the superiors show up

That is to tell them we have no hesitation and thoughts of our own

Are we gonna be liberators or another set of a failing society

I refuse to be part of a soulless social order

Because I know it can be better than this.

 

 

Nothing's Changed

See my walls are turning yellow like a smoker's tooth

I see the sweet smile of a girl who's doped in love

Baby birds on my roof awaiting mama's food

Only for the predators to feast on them

Words these days are never enough

Even Actions aren't able to heal some wounds

And sometimes silence kills the soul

Left to wither with no hope

The drunk man still sings at 2 am

With his belly filled with beer providing the tune

Some say he's cursed and a fool in love

Some pray all night for him to choke

But nothing changes; he's still the same

You might dye your hands the colour blue

Thinking you are different from the rest

Only for the rain to tell you otherwise

You forever remain the same; nothing will change

Oceans

Out of all places this is where freedom lies

Cloudy skies; every one of them painted blue

Everly I feel connected to the silence it brings

And my soul emphatic as the wind becomes freed

Never had I thought this was my serenity

Settled in my coziness, I let my soul become fed.