H O L L O W

I’m afraid to admit some things.

It tears me apart.

That permanent smile on my face?

Its nothing but a scar.

I’m afraid to admit some shit,

Its eating me bit by bit.

You make me happy, that is a fact.

But isn’t it true, that you treat every next person like that.

I realize today, that you don’t care, you never did,

It’s just some sort of instinct you had.

And its annoying to see you work your magic

Knowing that another person is going to become like me

Too scared of crossing the line and falling,

Demons inside my head are calling.

So I accept their hollow depression as a bribe,

Because that is my drug that I need to survive.

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S U G A R

He tells you that you’re beautiful,

There’s nothing quite like you.

He says it’s uncanny the feelings that you thought.

He tells you, you’re smart,

That you’re one of a many,

Behind all the stars is your face hidden, honey.

So, you came to need those words,

because he had put them in your head.

He fed you words sweet as sugar,

And you came to need them, as much as air.

All the sweet things he told and tells, were rotten.

If you were ever to leave his side, you would be long forgotten.

So you clung to him, and jumped to him quick,

until all those sugar-coated words made you sick.

But, let me tell you the reality of things,

You don’t need him to shine.

You don’t need somebody’s say,

On how your worth is defined.

So smile and stretch it far,

Cause you don’t need a packet of sugar to tell you who you are.

 

Stargirl.

 

 

V I B R A N T

We’re all colors,

different shades.

We’re spread on those pretty papers.

Easily merging with the others until we fade.

Is that all we are, though?

Merely colors that fade,

cause there’s no one awake,

to remove our barricades.

Are we that naive?

We think we won’t make a change,

So we walk around like mechanical robots unfazed.

Are we that limited in our thinking?

That we don’t question our upbringing.

We don’t question the thoughts that we’ve been taught.

The things which are “fair” and which are not.

Nor the feelings we’ve felt.

They say hide them well and pull up your facade.

Yet we forget,

Think we lack originality,

We don’t realize what’s reality.

We’re mere blotches of paint tainted by an artist who is non existent called society.

 

 

Stargirl.

 

G U N S O R R O S E S

A field of roses

or a bullet in the head?

The memories of a little boy,

Are in the the tears he sheds.

The song of the mermaid,

is a blessing in a depressed head.

The pleas and cries of the maid,

are in her screams as a man forces her to bed.

The smile on a maiden’s face,

is what her first kiss led.

The warmth in cold families,

is after the two lovers have been wed.

The cuts in the seamstress’s hands,

are because of her rich lady’s pins and thread.

The haunted eyes of the starving,

will vanish only after they have been fed.

So, I will walk in a field of roses and

take a bullet on the head,

only when I’m dead.

Stargirl

B R E A T H L E S S

You and I,

Are playing a game.

The same thoughts,

echoing in our brains.

Our eyes connect,

my thoughts are getting drowned.

The only thing that is clear,

Is my heart’s sound.

You run away,

Giving me a final glance.

The only thing that’s at risk, is taking a chance.

There’s a hidden truth in what we are,

You know we both want it,

Our playfulness has finally come to this.

No one sees these little exchanges,

And now, you’re exactly why I’m breathless.

 

Stargirl.

F R I D A Y

They yelled it out the speaker on Friday,

The sound echoing in our school’s yellow walled classroms,

That a girl I had Math with,

Wasn’t coming back at all.

Unbreakable is what we thought her to be,

Confident in every way.

Little did we know, that her brain was entrapped in a cage.

As I sat that day in Math,

beside the desk that no one looked at,

I remembered the words she told me.

She said how my parents knew what it took to get a simple B.

All I can see now and think to ask,

Is how much she was hiding behind her perfect student mask.

Oh now I wonder if  last night, it was the only thought  in her brain,

That the only A+ she could give, was the blood type in her veins.

Stargirl

E U P H O R I A

I want this,

I see this,

I need this.

My colours are fading.

My soul is shredding.

My heart is breaking.

My demons are screaming.

The wave of tsunami is my happiness.

But guess what it leaves?

Destruction, blind destruction.

A sense of memory tingles in my head.

The euphoria of it is what binds me to you.

Stargirl.

 

M I L D

She comes back from school,

With tears in her eyes.

Teenage heartbreak written across her face.

Yells at her mom, locks herself inside.

Slits her wrists and lets the blood trickle.

A small piece of paper comes from under her door:

I love you.

Two days later,

she comes home from school.

Her mother nowhere to be found,

she closes her eyes.

The tears falling were hers.

But, the blood trickling down the floor wasn’t hers.

Stargirl

My time

Time is unbelievable.

The clock is unpredictable.

Its hand banging against the wooden frame,

reminding you of what you did in the past.

The mistakes you’ve made, the people you’ve killed by your actions.

what if it all just stopped?

What if I gave time to you?

Will you keep it safe or throw it?

I’d be grateful if you did either.

Because all the calluses and remarks about what to do next are gone.

It’s all in the present.

Remember, I gave time to you?

 

Love,

Stargirl.

 

Labelled

Dear Mr. Society,

I hope you’re doing well.

My condolences to the one who’s now dead,

because of your invisible rules that killed him inside.

The little girl next door is still ashamed of her self,

So, she hides in despair under her bed.

But, what about the “fat” kid down the street?

Little do you know he has not eaten anything for a week.

Oh, did you forget about the artist in the corner of the town?

Who’s parents wanted him to do what society expected? So, he decided to drown.

What about the kid who does not want to study?

Didn’t you tell him that he’ll never have a livelihood if he does not take things seriously?

fat

ugly

dumb

girly

tomboy

gay

black

white 

Aren’t they your invisible creations? These words, these labels?

But, you don’t want to admit your mistake, you say you’re word is ultimate?

But, here’s a question,

where are you? Mr. Society, where are you?

Stargirl.