roar #32

She is alone.
Her heart cries out
Yet no one hears.
Throughout her existence,
In which she has grown,
She has shed countless tears
For those she has loved.
She falls in love many times,
But everyone seems to ignore.
The thundering silence
And lonely days are gone
Once she enters the door
Of adulthood.
Locked in a chamber
And love holds the only key.
For this lonely one
This only one
Just happens to be me.

roar #31

okay so this is it. i finally HAVE to blog this.
i tried covering with the poems, it just doesnt work.

i dont get it. i just got to know you for barely a year... how did i get so feakingly attached to you?? now that there is no "WE" i feel incomplete. now ive lost my direction, ive lost my way...

i want to call you; i want to message you.... i just want to write to you again, like how we used to pass the girlish notes of 'i love you' to each other.
but i cant do any of these, cos our eyes have laid the rules. we dont look at each other anymore although we stand right before each other... its just a thinking that as long as we dont look into each other's eyes, we are non-existant to each. how sad, how pathetic.

ive lost you. i've lost myself.
how could i ever lose you? you were right by my side all along. and i thought we got through tougher times together. all it took was an intruder to seperate us, to bring us devastation. yes, im devastated without you... cant you see?

maybe this is how its meant to be. im fated to be kissed by an angel, only for a fraction of my life. and the rest i will spend in sorrow and loneliness...

you're the most beautiful girl ive ever known... stay blessed, wherever you are.

yours truly,
Rina

roar #30

Silence, Emptiness, And Confusion

Silence builds an awful wreckage of a girl

It feeds on loneliness and creates a void

Gray shadows haunt and torment and torture

A teenager is stricken and destroyed



There is no sound of laughter or happiness here

The little one has thrown in the towel today

Somber, melancholy moods decay the soul

It is futile to hope and dream and pray



Emptiness builds a home in this woman

In this girl, this child where hollows have bred

A deepening sea of nowhereness consumes

And eats away at every connecting thread

Confusion feeds like a savage inside her,

Leaving nothing considered worthy remains

Destined to walk through life less ordinary

Alone, exiled, different and disdained.