Poetry : Keep Control

Keep Control


Control myself
It is not good to wail
Control myself
Never to show weakness
Control myself
Insides crumbling
Control myself
Trembling in constant changes
Control myself
Screaming in despair
Control myself
Madness overflowing
Control myself
Insanity breaking
Control myself
Feelings pushed through
Lunatically ...
Control myself
Frantically...
Control myself
Crazed feelings...
Control myself





Give up.

A Fragile Life

A Fragile Life

Walk...
Walk...
Walk...

I keep on walking...

In this life....

This fragile life I’m living...
Getting many experiences,
Sometimes my body can’t hold...
I think I’ll break soon enough...
My heart is made of glass, I thought...

I keep on walking...

walking...
Sometimes I’m running...
Not running away, but I wanted to fasten my life a bit...
I slowed...
It’s no use... I’ll just walk on my own pace...
Walking... Walking...

I stopped.

Looking around, looking back...
For me, Sometimes it’s best to look back...
I might forget something...
Something important to me...

and I walk on...

Walk...
Walk...
Walk...

Until I stopped.
Forever.





Forever indeed.

Wings

Yellow Wings

She has a delicate yellow wing
Soft, fragile yet beautiful
Her wings shine upon me
Yet, I turned to my shadows

Her wings was soft and graceful
Nice and calm,
Sometimes I can fell the warmth
Of those small yellow wings...

Green Wings

Another has a green wing,
Those fresh colors blur my eyes.
Why someone that great have those large green wings ?
Those fresh, elegant, antique green wings...

Her wings are long,
It spread through the world as she opens it.
It left me in the shadow
Once more I hide...

Red Wings

She smiled with her beautiful red wings
Her strong and brave attitude saddened me...
Her wings are wide and powerful
Unlike myself who was a weakling...
Hiding in the shadows...

Her beautiful soft wings gave the dawn a ray...
Her wings gave color to the world
I sat down alone,
Looking at the magnificent wings...
Then I look down on mine...

Grey Wings

My wings are different...
It’s between the color black and white.
Yes, my only Grey wings...
I never envied other wings...
Yet I hide in their shadow...

All of them are beautiful...
Including my different Grey wings...

My wings are not made by clouds,
My wings aren’t made of feathers,
My wings don’t soar high or spread wide...
I have metallic wings...

That doesn’t protect from above...
But from under...


That’s why I smiled.
I am different... but I know I play an important role on my life.
Myself and My Wings...