These poems are compositions I wrote since high school. Mostly are from my own experience. To tell you something about myself, I treat poems and songs as vents to my pent up emotions. It may be extremely corny to you for you may think it's really funny how I do a melodramatic poem while in a heartbroken state, but rest assured that not only you think that, for I freak myself out sometimes. Especially at times when my cheeks are tear-streaked and I go on writing sulkily. Be amused, or laugh if you want... believe me, I've done my part in laughing at myself (Of course, only after I've gotten over the experience I'm writing about. Ain't that delusional yet). But whatever your initial reaction may be, feel free to browse within the boundaries of my personal creations. Criticize, compliment, do as you may. This is a part of my past... the foundation of who I am now. A window to who I was, before I became ME.

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

BITTERNESS

BITTERNESS

Yeah, I lost in your stupid game
I was just your pastime, it's such a shame
But though you've fooled me and played with my heart
And made me believe that we'd never part

Someday you'll get back the pain you've caused me
But it would be more painful, just wait and see
I've been your bitch, your toy, your friend
After you\re done with me, you just cut me off in the end

You think it's funny letting me take the fall
Watching me cry for help, looking at me as if I'm your doll
That you can just hug, or kiss, or talk to
And if you wanna prick with a needle, you'd just do

But you know what? Mark my words
For you it will not be needles, but rather swords
You'd feel fucked up, low and dying
You'd feel hollow and torn, you'd be crying

Crying without knowing the reason why
Your life will be black like what you did to mine
And on that day I'd laugh out loud
You took me for granted, now it's your round

Count on it, your time will come
'Cause as I chant this, it would reach its home
It's for you, you know who you are
Wait for your turn... it's not that far

-Reigne
2008