She gives him the finger
When he spits out her name
She gives him the finger
When he calls her a mistake
She'll give him the finger the day she leaves
Trying to hide she'll never be same
After all, it is the last game
Where she'll wear her heart on her sleeve.
Things aren't supposed to make sense
Like the way a child sees only black and white
And how we mourned, wailing our lungs out
For someone, we never knew
And tell me, does it matter
When I say, mercy is in the eye of the beholder
Because when we begged for our lives
We were ripped and stripped in the gaze of indifference
Tell me judging someone
And letting them hurt you is healthy
Tell me
The truth
Are we driven by a passion so mad
That our own blood turns cold
To feel the heat of our desires
Tell me that my wordings and phrases
Equals to a psychological analysis that will set things straight
I will be made sense of
I will be made sense of
Self Diagnosed Somatization by Sh0KimAmA, literature
Literature
Self Diagnosed Somatization
Until I read the Wikipedia page of somatization
I didn't realize what I was doing
Using repressed feelings as a form of communication
Bracket closed
And that is what I do
Hold everything so tight
And so hard
That it seems to disappear
In a clutching fist that is desperate
To forget
To vanish
And when I open my palms to believe
In my own hallucinations
My coping defense mechanism clicks ins
And I build stories to help me cope
In words
I once told her
My feelings are going out to the universe
And even that is the biggest load of bull I've ever heard
I am not philosophical
I am sick
My poetry and all my words
Come under th
As a poet
I've always learned to take the weather seriously
And when I was small
I made a decision to never miss out the rain
Never ever to sit in, like an adult
And this is how I ended up, soaking myself wet
In the early mornings before my finals, afresh
Or the day the storm brought a few wires down
And today when
I rushed outside
It was because I had mixed feelings
And I hoped that
Some answer would come my way
And then the rain took me too cold
To the point I had to cross my arms and tremble
But I stayed like that till
The real revelation came
I was cold, even more frigid
As my bones chilled to point I could feel no more
And then I melted,
Your eyes dance like fire, as you walk towards me. There is a smile playing on your lips as you catch my gaze. After the party we sit together and talk. Without noticing we have inched closer together and now our knees are touching sending a warm jolt through my system. I watch you speak, your head titled to one side as you talk eagerly.
Just before you leave I embrace you. I hold you close my arms around your waist. I take a deep breath of your intoxicating scent. I want to run my hands down your shoulders and place soft kisses at the nape of your neck but I know that would be the end of everything. So I let you slip through my arms and wa
Dreams live on,
In occasional hope,
Love breaks you,
When you try to cope,
Life makes you fall,
To make you stand,
You have to question,
Before you can understand,
You must die,
To truly live
You must be deprived
To learn to give,
Strange ways,
This life works with us,
Crushing,
And building up back from dust.
She gives him the finger
When he spits out her name
She gives him the finger
When he calls her a mistake
She'll give him the finger the day she leaves
Trying to hide she'll never be same
After all, it is the last game
Where she'll wear her heart on her sleeve.
Things aren't supposed to make sense
Like the way a child sees only black and white
And how we mourned, wailing our lungs out
For someone, we never knew
And tell me, does it matter
When I say, mercy is in the eye of the beholder
Because when we begged for our lives
We were ripped and stripped in the gaze of indifference
Tell me judging someone
And letting them hurt you is healthy
Tell me
The truth
Are we driven by a passion so mad
That our own blood turns cold
To feel the heat of our desires
Tell me that my wordings and phrases
Equals to a psychological analysis that will set things straight
I will be made sense of
I will be made sense of
Self Diagnosed Somatization by Sh0KimAmA, literature
Literature
Self Diagnosed Somatization
Until I read the Wikipedia page of somatization
I didn't realize what I was doing
Using repressed feelings as a form of communication
Bracket closed
And that is what I do
Hold everything so tight
And so hard
That it seems to disappear
In a clutching fist that is desperate
To forget
To vanish
And when I open my palms to believe
In my own hallucinations
My coping defense mechanism clicks ins
And I build stories to help me cope
In words
I once told her
My feelings are going out to the universe
And even that is the biggest load of bull I've ever heard
I am not philosophical
I am sick
My poetry and all my words
Come under th
As a poet
I've always learned to take the weather seriously
And when I was small
I made a decision to never miss out the rain
Never ever to sit in, like an adult
And this is how I ended up, soaking myself wet
In the early mornings before my finals, afresh
Or the day the storm brought a few wires down
And today when
I rushed outside
It was because I had mixed feelings
And I hoped that
Some answer would come my way
And then the rain took me too cold
To the point I had to cross my arms and tremble
But I stayed like that till
The real revelation came
I was cold, even more frigid
As my bones chilled to point I could feel no more
And then I melted,
Your eyes dance like fire, as you walk towards me. There is a smile playing on your lips as you catch my gaze. After the party we sit together and talk. Without noticing we have inched closer together and now our knees are touching sending a warm jolt through my system. I watch you speak, your head titled to one side as you talk eagerly.
Just before you leave I embrace you. I hold you close my arms around your waist. I take a deep breath of your intoxicating scent. I want to run my hands down your shoulders and place soft kisses at the nape of your neck but I know that would be the end of everything. So I let you slip through my arms and wa
Dreams live on,
In occasional hope,
Love breaks you,
When you try to cope,
Life makes you fall,
To make you stand,
You have to question,
Before you can understand,
You must die,
To truly live
You must be deprived
To learn to give,
Strange ways,
This life works with us,
Crushing,
And building up back from dust.
Her eyes were ashen gray,
In contrast to the blue clouds,
And every day,
They would fill up with more doubt,
A grim smile set on her face,
She would sing softly to the sky,
Till her voice disappeared without a trace,
Hoarse, broken to cry,
She kept herself in a shell,
Hidden in the dark,
When times were unwell,
She would draw marks,
And when she wanted to know,
Her age,
The lines against the walls would show,
How long had she been caged.
A ghost of a whisper, in a dream,
Awake, had crossed her lips,
And to her heart it had been,
Telling her to stop living by a script,
She spoke of something,
Called belief,
And it would bring,
This world to peace,
Many people nodded their heads,
And told her she was right,
When I didn't understand a word she said,
Although I thought all night,
That word was an alien to me,
Abstract to the emptiness,
So solid, so concrete,
It felt uncomfortable in my chest,
I tried to push it in,
Tattoo it over my heart,
But it only jumped over my skin,
Leaving scars,
I felt so incomplete,
A lost soul,
It was hard to feel,
Feel so cold,
She gives him the finger
When he spits out her name
She gives him the finger
When he calls her a mistake
She'll give him the finger the day she leaves
Trying to hide she'll never be same
After all, it is the last game
Where she'll wear her heart on her sleeve.
Things aren't supposed to make sense
Like the way a child sees only black and white
And how we mourned, wailing our lungs out
For someone, we never knew
And tell me, does it matter
When I say, mercy is in the eye of the beholder
Because when we begged for our lives
We were ripped and stripped in the gaze of indifference
Tell me judging someone
And letting them hurt you is healthy
Tell me
The truth
Are we driven by a passion so mad
That our own blood turns cold
To feel the heat of our desires
Tell me that my wordings and phrases
Equals to a psychological analysis that will set things straight
I will be made sense of
I will be made sense of
Self Diagnosed Somatization by Sh0KimAmA, literature
Literature
Self Diagnosed Somatization
Until I read the Wikipedia page of somatization
I didn't realize what I was doing
Using repressed feelings as a form of communication
Bracket closed
And that is what I do
Hold everything so tight
And so hard
That it seems to disappear
In a clutching fist that is desperate
To forget
To vanish
And when I open my palms to believe
In my own hallucinations
My coping defense mechanism clicks ins
And I build stories to help me cope
In words
I once told her
My feelings are going out to the universe
And even that is the biggest load of bull I've ever heard
I am not philosophical
I am sick
My poetry and all my words
Come under th
As a poet
I've always learned to take the weather seriously
And when I was small
I made a decision to never miss out the rain
Never ever to sit in, like an adult
And this is how I ended up, soaking myself wet
In the early mornings before my finals, afresh
Or the day the storm brought a few wires down
And today when
I rushed outside
It was because I had mixed feelings
And I hoped that
Some answer would come my way
And then the rain took me too cold
To the point I had to cross my arms and tremble
But I stayed like that till
The real revelation came
I was cold, even more frigid
As my bones chilled to point I could feel no more
And then I melted,
Dreams live on,
In occasional hope,
Love breaks you,
When you try to cope,
Life makes you fall,
To make you stand,
You have to question,
Before you can understand,
You must die,
To truly live
You must be deprived
To learn to give,
Strange ways,
This life works with us,
Crushing,
And building up back from dust.
Her eyes were ashen gray,
In contrast to the blue clouds,
And every day,
They would fill up with more doubt,
A grim smile set on her face,
She would sing softly to the sky,
Till her voice disappeared without a trace,
Hoarse, broken to cry,
She kept herself in a shell,
Hidden in the dark,
When times were unwell,
She would draw marks,
And when she wanted to know,
Her age,
The lines against the walls would show,
How long had she been caged.
A ghost of a whisper, in a dream,
Awake, had crossed her lips,
And to her heart it had been,
Telling her to stop living by a script,
She spoke of something,
Called belief,
And it would bring,
This world to peace,
Many people nodded their heads,
And told her she was right,
When I didn't understand a word she said,
Although I thought all night,
That word was an alien to me,
Abstract to the emptiness,
So solid, so concrete,
It felt uncomfortable in my chest,
I tried to push it in,
Tattoo it over my heart,
But it only jumped over my skin,
Leaving scars,
I felt so incomplete,
A lost soul,
It was hard to feel,
Feel so cold,
When I can't sleep,
I count my scars,
Tracing where they go deep,
In the dark,
I let my heart cry,
Drown in all the fear,
To let it pass by,
When it becomes hard to bear,
I am an insecure little thing,
My soul in unrest,
And no amount of comfort can bring,
It to rest,
I am not afraid of being alone,
Its the demons that haunt me,
In hushed tones,
They whispher in glee,
I can't flee,
Though I try to hide,
But they can see,
See through their black eyes,
I try to scream,
As they come near,
It must be a dream,
Because no one can hear,
But yet again I remember,
Like it was just yesterday,
Hands cold as November,
Touched m
My voice is a ghost of a whispher,
Unravelling across blue,
Each time less crisper,
Slowly turning into hue,
I'll disappear any day,
Like the leaves of fall,
Crinkling away,
Till I'm not there at all.
Strangers Were Once Friends by Sh0KimAmA, literature
Literature
Strangers Were Once Friends
Two strangers catch each other's eyes,
In that second time flies,
Back to the past,
Repeating memories from first to last,
It shows,
Those same two,
Singing along with the blues,
Watching horror movies together they scream,
Then crying and eating ice-cream,
Suddenly everything is wrong and nothing is right,
Doubt and a fight,
A slap and a tear,
Hatred and fear,
Away and gone,
Moved on,
Those same two strangers catch each other's eyes,
They nod in a silent goodbye.
End It
I see the look in your eyes, “Do you consider it?”
You shake your head defensively even though we both know the answer
I sigh because I do not believe anything you say and I utter, “Please don’t do this,”
And you’re rebuttal is, “I’m tired of these lies, I’m tired of feeling like I’m the cancer,”
I shake my head with tears in my eyes, “But you’re not a cancer, you’re my friend,”
You look at me with the eyes of a broken soul,
“How can I be your friend when I’m making you cry? You and I both want this to end,”
I stand up an
You can't change the world as one person but you can change the world of one person.
You.
Did the same . . . . . .
The skies looked bluer.
The wind started to blow.
The leaves would fall.
The sun would rise.
Flowers would bloom.
The earth would revolve.
The universe would exist.
Such beauty.
In little things.
A smile.
A laugh.
A stare.
Nature and life.
Everything I would see was shadowed by you.
Your Ideas.
Your Beauty.
And in the end, this gaze enriched me.It bonded deeply with my soul.
It imprinted so deep, that it became a myth.
It dissolved into my blood.
It flowed in my veins.
A power, an antidote.
Given to
I lack at good communication. I have too many blogs. Poetry is my middle name. I hate empty spaces. The book that changed my life five years ago , is the 'The Gaygoyle' by Andrew Davidson. My fandoms include: Castle, Once Upon A Time, House, Ghost Whisperer, Boston Legal, Sabrina the Teenage Witch.
My biggest ships are totally Caskett and SwanQueen.
And I love to watch horror movies. I am a hopeless romantic. A bit too hopeless I think. Cheryl Cole is the queen of pop and Florence + The Machine is my jam.
Lastly, I'm proud of myself, you should be too.
Favourite Movies
The Sound of Music, My Fair Lady,Marry Poppins, The Librarian: The Curse of the Judas Chalice...... and many more.
Favourite TV Shows
Said above.
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Cheryl Cole. Florence and the Machine. The Cranberries. Girls Aloud