deathlycentury

For every century, I lived and died.

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  • deathlycentury 9w

    YOU

    I eager to find the synonym of mine,
    but I found an antonym which I desire.
    You are the subject of this poetry I made.
    You are the verb as I saw you dancing
    and I'm afraid.
    Afraid to draw nearer to see you.
    Just watching every detail of yours
    to find a clue.
    I blinked so many times to know the truth.
    Then I conclude that she is true.
    I made you as a pronoun for I don't want anybody to know you.
    Here is the adjective,
    An ethereal human that I saw.
    Her body is like a saint.
    Like an angel.
    Like an art; a simile of paint.
    You were born to be my words
    To be my subject.
    And it's a fate.

    ©deathlycentury

  • deathlycentury 10w

    A THING WHY YOU SO CALLED "EARTH"

    While the night is cold,
    let the day prepare for it is hot.
    Darkness all over the sky.
    Later it will be so bright.
    An opposite setting,
    but on the same thing.

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  • deathlycentury 10w

    When you're excited to see the moon
    but she miss to see the sun.
    I asked the moon.

    "Moon of night,
    why can't I be your sun instead?"

    And the moon answered.

    "You are my sun since then, if you only knew. My sun who loves me throughout in these dark times. My sun at morning who's excited to see me as I can see it in your eyes."

    Silence surrounded us for a moment.
    Then she added.

    "You are the sun. My sun and my only love. You chose to be a human, so that you can see me even at night."

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    I'm so in love with you Moon.
    In all of your phases, you are so beautiful.

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  • deathlycentury 10w

    I fell asleep for ten minutes.
    I traveled so far like a decade.
    Thinking it was real.
    Then I woke up like I just blinked.

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  • deathlycentury 10w

    I can't relate to people's hardworks before. Their struggles to strive. Their tiredness from working all day. Their sweat coming out from their body due of responsibilities. I can't relate, it's because I don't have an experience. But now, every time I look at my hands, I remember my mom. I saw her hands and yes she was using those hands to strive everyday. To feed me well. To send me to school. To pay our bil her ls. To buy our needs. I can't forget that there were times, I saw her hands having some small cuts. I felt so guilty at those times but she'll just say that she's fine. I'm so in love with her. I don't care about other people. I didn't even had a chance to do what mostly a child can do, like making so much more childhood friends and play. Even at school. BUT THOSE WERE THE BEST DAYS OF MY LIFE. A boring, silent person for others. Sick to meet people. It's already adequate for me to have my mom and having best moments with her. But it is all just a memoirs. Now, I can already feel what hardwork really is. I already experiencing the pressure to do my responsibilities. My hands, yes of course, I use these to strive, like what my mom was doing for me. So many things had changed. It's not like before. I am proud being raised by those hands. Those hands were perfect, for it was touching my hair to make me fall asleep like everything is okay, because I knew, I have my needs and one of them is her. You are always in my heart. Alive, beautiful and forever. I love you so much mom and I miss you :(: ♡

    ©deathlycentury

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    I knew, I have my needs
    and one of them is her.
    You are always in my heart.

    ALIVE ,

    BEAUTIFUL

    and

    FOREVER.

    ©deathlycentury

  • deathlycentury 10w

    NOT JUST A HUMAN, BUT A LEARNER.

    You were once a baby
    but do not expect
    to be treated
    like a baby.

    This world is cruel.
    This world is not just an ordinary place.
    It is a training ground and we have each other's races to be done.

    Reality seize us
    even we'll run
    even we'll hide
    even we are surrounded
    by lies.

    We were born to show
    not just our beauty
    but able to stand
    and to speak the experiences
    that might inspire others.

    You were once a child
    but do not play anymore just to have fun.
    Every year we are getting older and more mature
    so don't play along other's feelings.

    It's so expensive to catch a feeling
    and it's a gamble if you just want to play it.
    We have our own feelings too
    so you can feel what anyone's can feel.
    Not exactly but at least
    for we are all a human.

    You were once a teenager.
    Maybe today, you are still a teenager.
    Yes I know that being a teenager
    is the most exciting and memorable stage of our lives.

    All you do, is observing.
    I know you are so curious in many things
    but always remember whatever will happen you must learn from it.

    You have your freedom
    so go and live your life but don't ruin it.
    For no one can afford to buy a life.
    Until you will turn into your adulthood and as long as you can go
    you will be still learning
    and
    always be learning.

    We are human and we are a learner.

    ©deathlycentury

  • deathlycentury 10w

    I CAN FEEL THE PAIN

    I can feel it down here
    Inside my tissues
    They are shaking
    They are stored

    I can't help it anymore
    Muscles are weak
    I am brittle
    I can't breathe

    I want to scream
    I'm mad for it
    I want to cry
    but never did I?

    I did.

    For I am a woman,
    who feels this elusive pain
    every month,
    just like women felt.

    ©deathlycentury

  • deathlycentury 10w

    I was buried long time ago
    Until you touched my tombstone

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  • deathlycentury 11w

    A full moon from afar
    is a reflection of the Earth.
    Where sunlight hits the planet
    to unsee it at day as darkness does
    and when the sun sets
    you can see the beauty of it.
    Its nightlight, phases and beauty
    how ethereal it could be.

    I'm so in love.


    ©writtenwxlves

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  • deathlycentury 11w

    Cold breeze, rain falls
    I saw the sky cried in sorrow.
    Wind is touching me,
    I can feel its loneliness,
    emptiness
    and happiness in opposite.

    To then entered through my ears,
    roaming inside my veins.
    Feeling my blood, bones,
    where tissues beneath my skin
    It awaken my senses.

    Eyes are open.
    The memoirs are moving.
    So many cognitive contents,
    running inside my brain.

    Now, I can see the death on its hood.
    Its wings, wide to open
    as the breeze touched my skin.
    Then we flied through the air.

    ©writtenwxlves