i write
i write


Poetry I write, and the words I inscribe
are nothing but a mere reflection
Of thunders, of hurricanes, of gloomy days
Covered with silent chaos in a string of rays.
I write hope, I write joy
But also some broken folk
And some feelings, unaltered, unfiltered.
As I'm nothing but a heap,
A heap of my past, heap of my thoughts.
I tell stories through these words
Stories that'll live forever
Beyond my last breath
It'll be cherished like a treasure.
My words will t
ake you to the mountains
Or to the dark side of moon
Or to the depth of a fathomless ocean.
It can touch your conscience
and return without disruption.
But if you're lucky enough,
then these words will tell you a story,
About the darkness I hide
About the skin I reside
About my lover's divine smile
About my love's exile.
Dare not to make a story using these words
As you know it's a mere reflection
that caused the severe destruction
in the plateau of my heart.