Submissions by Merooys
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
On The Process
I am building a brick wall in my life;
The bricks are so hard;
Cannot be easily destroyed;
But I realized that the wall will injure me;
And now, I am starting to disassemble the bricks I built;
Even though it is heavy, I will carry and throw it away one by one;
I know it is hard but I will;
Just for the better.
The bricks are so hard;
Cannot be easily destroyed;
But I realized that the wall will injure me;
And now, I am starting to disassemble the bricks I built;
Even though it is heavy, I will carry and throw it away one by one;
I know it is hard but I will;
Just for the better.
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Finding A Way Out
In the silence of the night, you are there running in my imagination;
Embracing the sweetness of your words;
And cherishing every memory I discovered;
Even though I found the treasure;
I still don't have the key to open;
But I think, the treasure must not be open;
Surely, the life of mine will be harmed;
Not just me, but you also;
For the decision i make, you will be affected;
It should not be happen.
Embracing the sweetness of your words;
And cherishing every memory I discovered;
Even though I found the treasure;
I still don't have the key to open;
But I think, the treasure must not be open;
Surely, the life of mine will be harmed;
Not just me, but you also;
For the decision i make, you will be affected;
It should not be happen.
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Letting The Blood Flow
The clock is running and I realized something;
That I am eating my own flesh;
A flesh that cannot be easily digest;
I spit it out but the taste is still there;
The taste is actually sweet;
And the sweetness of it poisoned my heart;
The blood is running through my veins;
And my wounds is still bleeding;
For my heart is still beating;
I believe, the wounds will regenerate;
But it always leave a mark on it;
That I may not forget the hurt and the sweetness of it.
That I am eating my own flesh;
A flesh that cannot be easily digest;
I spit it out but the taste is still there;
The taste is actually sweet;
And the sweetness of it poisoned my heart;
The blood is running through my veins;
And my wounds is still bleeding;
For my heart is still beating;
I believe, the wounds will regenerate;
But it always leave a mark on it;
That I may not forget the hurt and the sweetness of it.
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Untying The Knotted Heart
I was caught by the attractive eyes of yours;
And deeply fall in the small world of box;
That there is only one face I see;
The face that melts the lovely heart of me.
When I stare at your eyes, it shine as sun;
Wherever I go I can see you;
And I keep on running from the rays of your beauty;
But there's no hidden place under the sun.
I want to freed my love from you;
And to make it sleep from my heart;
And let God wake it up for me;
In His perfect timing and not mine.
And deeply fall in the small world of box;
That there is only one face I see;
The face that melts the lovely heart of me.
When I stare at your eyes, it shine as sun;
Wherever I go I can see you;
And I keep on running from the rays of your beauty;
But there's no hidden place under the sun.
I want to freed my love from you;
And to make it sleep from my heart;
And let God wake it up for me;
In His perfect timing and not mine.
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The Rib of Mine
I saw a missing bone in His temple;
I wonder if she was the missing bone of mine;
The beautiful lip of her is red as apple;
Her two little morning eyes together shine;
Pinkish cheeks with two small curves are the cutest;
The smoothness of her hair flies;
The loveliness of her face is the best;
But for now, all those things are just lies;
A lie that actually hurts me;
For the sweetness of her love is far as mile;
Cause' I'm not sure if she's the rib that was taken out from me;
For the heart of mine is a heart of fragile; ...
I wonder if she was the missing bone of mine;
The beautiful lip of her is red as apple;
Her two little morning eyes together shine;
Pinkish cheeks with two small curves are the cutest;
The smoothness of her hair flies;
The loveliness of her face is the best;
But for now, all those things are just lies;
A lie that actually hurts me;
For the sweetness of her love is far as mile;
Cause' I'm not sure if she's the rib that was taken out from me;
For the heart of mine is a heart of fragile; ...
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