poetricjournal

I Write Short Stories, Poems & Quotes And That's How My World Makes Sense To Me.

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  • poetricjournal 19h

    Free bird

    Darling, you just remind me of that free bird.
    The bird that comes to my window every day
    But never enters into my cage,
    No matter what I say.

    Just like you keep getting closer to me.
    But not as close,
    Never as close
    To reach my heart.

  • poetricjournal 19h

    King

    Darling, you don't deserve to live in this toxic world
    Breathing toxic element,
    And exploring toxic people.

    Perhaps you deserve to live on a planet of your own
    Where you would be the Queen,
    And I would be your soldier.
    And of course, he, as your King.

  • poetricjournal 21h

    Winter

    And I keep picturing you in my head;
    Trying to visualize your unerring smile,
    And feeling your crooked laugh in the wind,
    Knowing winter is right around the corner.
    Hoping you'll be too,
    Will you?
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  • poetricjournal 1d

    Unheard

    My silence is deafening
    But my screams are unheard.
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  • poetricjournal 2d

    You were the rhyming chorus in my love song, the saviour in my fairy tale, the big break in my miserable life, the climax in my depressing drama/thriller movie fluently turning into a rom-com, and finally the spring of my barren heart.

    But the truth in the matter is that movies and songs end. There are no happy endings. If there were, we wouldn't be calling them endings. Love tales never end with two persons ending up together. And no matter how enthralling the spring winds are, or how enchanting her scent is, the dark clouds will take over and rain like they have never rained before. For it will turn you back to how you were before spring, a hopeless person with an uncertain soul and a miserable heart.

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    Miserable Ending

    For it will turn you back to how you were before spring, a hopeless person with an uncertain soul and a miserable heart.
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    (Caption)

  • poetricjournal 2d

    "What is emptiness?"
    I asked myself that night
    While I was dreaming about her.

    Suddenly she came
    And all on a sudden, she left.
    I felt emptiness right on that moment.

    "Emptiness"

    When I want her, but can't get her.
    When I feel her, but can't touch her.
    When she is too close to me, but can never be mine.

    These words haunt my mind every night
    And I say to myself,

    Baby I love you so much
    That I wanna feel your every touch.
    I want you so close to me
    That hearing you heart beats, set me free.

    I want to hug you when you feel cold
    Baby you worth to me more than gold.
    I never want this feeling to fade
    Cause baby you're the only one written in my fate.

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    Emptiness

    I don't want this feeling to fade
    Cause baby you're the one written in my fate.
    (Caption)

  • poetricjournal 2d

    I wish I could picture all of my childhood. But it seems that I can't. I can just create these crazy, emotional, hurtful, lovely little snipets of what I felt and what I went through as a child. These snippets wouldn't even make 15% of my childhood. I wish I could remember the remaining 85% too. Like I really want to know what happened? What kind of thoughts went through my head when I used to go to bed? Did I cry when someone got rude over me? Did I get happy when I made others happy? Where did that remote controlled car go that my father gave me on my birthday? I remember people saying it was expensive and really cool that all my friends used to stare at it. But perhaps I didn't quite understand the term 'expensive' back then. I want to experience why our family left that very first house that I seem to remember as a little baby. I want to experience how my father used to hold me when I was a little baby who couldn't even crawl. I want to see his face light up when I crawled for the very first time. I want to make these little highlights whole, like a complete picture of a life I've had, of the feelings I felt, of the pain I've endured, whether its because of not getting enough milk or not getting enough love or emotional support. Maybe I want to go back. Not to stay there, but to experience and feel it again. Because sometimes I feel hollow; do I really know myself? Who am I? Where am I? How did I get here? And where did I start?

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    Childhood

    Because sometimes I feel hollow; do I really know myself? Who am I? Where am I? How did I get here? And where did I start?
    (Caption)
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  • poetricjournal 2d

    Now why would you make someone feel that they aren't good enough? Two days have passed and the person wants to disappear for the things that were unbearable. And that too came from a person that mattered most to him. Weeks have gone by and there he sits, rubs his legs on the bathroom floor, hot water keeps on dripping on his leg feeling like a stab. Despondently, he cries for everything that could have been; while for you, its thursday.

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    Thursday

    While for you, its thursday.
    (Caption)
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  • poetricjournal 3d

    The Healing Moon

    The moon get's broken too
    But it gets fixed through.

    So if the moon can heal,
    Then why can't you?
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  • poetricjournal 3d

    Sunshine

    You were my sunshine
    But then I remembered
    That the sun doesn't just shine
    For a single person.
    ©poetricjournal