voices Though I tried to fight the chaos in my mind,

The demons that lives within still renders me blind.

I thought I was free to come out of my shell

But, then the path to heaven runs through miles of crowded hell.

I was told that monsters sometimes live under the bed,

Never did I thought it will reside inside my head.

I am possessed with crude thoughts swimming around my retrospection.

Prodding and poking and beating me to the point of explosion.


There are days that it feels like everything I touch skid to a fall,

At the end of it all, the aftermath is something I cannot stall

I was just trying to love and cherish the joy it brings,

But my best intentions keep making a mess of things.

So what do you do when your good isn’t good enough?

When wherever you go, you are forced to stop?

When every time you hit restart,

You are obligated to cut off your heart?

Where do you turn?

When everyone expects nothing but to see you burn?

In a world full of people exploiting your frailty,

How do you rise up from your tragedy?


Do you think, if I slay myself to make them happy?

They will finally see the best in me?

The voices in my head said yes,

The voices in my head will finally come to rest.

Penta :)


Perhaps, I will never see my name flashing in those bright lights,

But the way you utter my name with all those silly noise you make, sounds about right.

Perhaps the generations to come won’t recognize who I am or who I was,

But it is enough for me to know that you uncover the real me behind my mask.

Perhaps the wolf won’t long for me just as he howls for the moon,

But the way you stare at me lingers like it’s a long lost tune.

Perhaps no poet will write a sonnet for thee,

But the way you describe me, feels like a ballad already.

Perhaps, we will never be like Bonnie and Clyde

But who the hell cares, when I have you by my side?

Perhaps, the people will say that we are only temporary,

But I say, what matter is, I found YOU in the midst of all things transitory.

Perhaps, we are just another chapter in your story,

But believe me, in mine, you’re the best that I ever get to see.

Happy 5th Yummy. ❤