Yet You Still Laugh.

As I sit here talking.
To you.
Telling you stories.
Of the past.
Yet you still.
Laugh.

I tell you.
Everything.
From my teen year.
To my present.
Yet you still.
Laugh.

Speaking of.
Your side.
I care.
I respect.
Yet you still.
Laugh.

I'm not a toy.
To be played with.
I have feelings.
Just like you.
Yet you still.
Laugh.

I'm me.
The same person.
I was.
Not anymore.
Yet you still.
Laugh.

Listening to your.
Problems.
Doesn't affect me.
Not anymore.
Yet you still.
Laugh.

Sitting on my bed.
Thinking.
Tears flow down.
My face.
Yet you still.
Laugh.

A shiny object.
In my hand.
I cry.
As I cut.
Yet you still.
Laugh.

More.
I need more.
I press harder.
Will I need more?
Yet you still.
Laugh.

Crying.
As vivid images.
Run in my head.
I scream.
Yet you still.
Laugh.

Friendship.

Sitting together with a bunch.
Of people.
Laughing and playing with them.
Eating their favorite food.
Watching their favorite movies.
Telling stories.
Building memories.

Coming home.
Music in my ears.
Getting snatched away.
To a room.
Where getting told.
To quit hanging out with them.
That they won't be there forever.

To never be able.
To talk to them again.
How does it feel?
When you don't have anyone?
Where would that person come from?
To have.....no one.

The people laughter.
Their jokes, their love.
Forgotten in the wind.
How does it feel?
To have no friends?
No one to talk to?
It's not fair.

No more....friends.
No more....sitting together.
No more....eating favorite food.
No more....watching movies.
No more....goofing around.
No more....memories.
No more....life.

The Champion.

The black and white object.
Rolling around on the uneven ground.
The heavy breathing.
Droplets of water.
Rapidly going down.
Breathing.
The fresh minty air.

Stopping to catch a breath.
Looking around the empty field.
Imagining the roar of people.
Chanting words.
Clapping and cheering.
Waiting to just score.
One more goal.

Shaking off the suddenness.
Stretching the limbs.
Swinging to kick.
With such force.
It goes across.
Like an eagle.
Hunting for its prey.

Running and running.
Quick memories play.
The roar, the cheers.
All for one goal.
Trying for the last chance.
Wondering if it will ever make it.
To that specific spot.
Making the crowd go crazy.

Left and right.
Zigzags.
Trying to find.
A way between the lines.
Kicking the small obstacle.
In the half closed cage.
Reaching for its destination.

Conquer.

I fell.
I got up.
I stand in this crowd.
With my head.
Straight.
Looking down.
At the people.

It's funny.
How desperate.
How...desperate you are.
I will walk.
With my head.
Held up high.
Without a care.
In the world.

Holding the object.
In my hand.
I swift across.
The white page.
Hoping to put.
It all behind me.
Thriving for more.

Right.
Left.
Back.
Front.
What's the point?
When you can't?
Move on.
Live fully.

Whoever said that.
Memories won't go.
It's all lies.
The rejection.
It hurts, yes.
But when it comes to.
Yourself.
You gotta do it.

Stand up.
Head up high.
Reaching for that goal.
I can do it.
I know I can.
This uneven road.
I will surpass it.
I will walk over it.
I will....conquer.

Piano.

The bright colored sky.
Big and small puffs of cream.
Floating away without a care.
Smiling.
As I see myself playing.

Wondering what it would've.
Been like, if only.
The consequences.
The bitterness.
The...happy ending.

Hoping for a better path.
I look upon the huge black.
Object, in front of me.
Soft melody ringing.
Without a care in the world.

Smiling, my fingers glide.
On the keys of sound.
Creating memories.
A wonderful thing.
Surpassing the darkness.

Finishing the song.
I think upon the past.
All of it wasn't worth it.
Now, is what I want.
I feel.......at peace.

Inhaling. Exhaling.

I sit here.
Wondering.
Deep in thought.
Inhaling.
Exhaling.

Putting the pen down.
I think to myself.
If it wasn't true.
If all was fake.
Inhaling.
Exhaling.

Vivid memories.
Play in my mind.
Why bother?
When I'm not needed?
Inhaling.
Exhaling.

Glancing outside.
Little white fur.
Comes falling down.
Only to be melted.
Inhaling.
Exhaling.

Placing it near.
Seconds.
I feel numb.
Inhaling.
I'm not needed.
Exhaling.

First Author Update.

Hello!

Well this is my first ever update VLOG-ish....whatever you wanna call it. But hey!

Guess what?! I have started writing a fanfiction! And can you guess what it's on?! It's on my favorite video gamer ever! YUP. You guessed it. Resident Evil fanfic! Now most of you are going, "Whaaaaaaaaaaaat?!" while some of you are like, "What the hayo??!" 

But it's with one of my favorite Resident Evil character!!! Chris Redfield! YAY! *drools* Okay. Uhm...here's a little disappointing part. The story that I'm writing, it won't have the usual Resident Evil plot. you know the one's with zombies, anti-virus and all that. It's going to be a simple story line, romantic comedy with a bit of angst. And I hope I live up to your expectations. And of course! Reviews on it would great as it will help me write faster for you all.

Here's the link to the story:

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/9853511/1/Gone-for-Good

This is the current RE fic that I'll be continuing writing. So good to be back writing again! *throws confetti*

Enjoy~

P.S. Oh yes. Almost forgot. I will be continuing my work here as well! So don't be sad. I'm still here! It takes a lot to be writer so please be patient. :)

But I Won't.

I sit on the floor.
With nothing in my hands.
Thinking of the horrible.
I look up.
I can't feel the pain.
It's too much.
But I won't.

The screams.
The cries.
The horror.
Crimson liquid.
Bubbling through my skin.
The pain.
It's gone.
But I won't.

Getting shoved.
The cold ground.
Hearing the cracks.
Here and there.
Wondering.
Why me?
I look into the eyes.
Looking for hope.
It doesn't come.
But I won't.

Yearning for love.
Telling me.
Assuring me.
It's okay.
Everything's fine.
But it doesn't come.
It will never come.
But I won't.

Goodbye Forever.

Watching the fire.
Turn into ashes.
Droplets of water.
Pouring down.
Mixing sand with despair.
Mocking the world.
With its cleverness.

What does it all mean?
When one is no longer?
Laughter along the road.
Breaking the future.
In the distance...
....for more stabbing.

The lights flickering.
Speaking to one.
Of its actions.
Telling what's to come.
Expectation are its enemy.
But what to do?
When you're the enemy?

Stumbling towards ecstasy.
Hoping for freedom.
But what stops us?
From exploring?
No one knows.

Chewing the flesh.
Of an unknown memory.
The sudden burst.
Of emptiness.
Waving through the links.
Upon a wishing well.

The time ticking by.
One by one.
Taking us with it.
Each life...
Going at its distance.
Without glancing back.
Saying goodbye.
Forever.

Blinking Towards The Unknown.

Sitting on chair.
Sipping my coffee.
Thoughts playing.
Like a roller coaster.
Blinking towards the unknown.

Laughter.
Smiles.
Was it all worth it?
Happiness.
Sadness.
Looking at me.
Falling in love.

Watching the ocean.
Birds flying by.
Kids playing with sand.
Sand castles. 
Riding through the rush.
Wondering where to go next.

Looking at the pictures.
I smile.
It was the best moments.
The late night movies.
Was it all worth it?
Passing through.
The difficult times.

Picking the roots.
Here and there.
Painful yet sweet.
This blind love.
Wrecking me.
Like a roller coaster.
Blinking towards the unknown.

Like Flames In A Fire.

Smashing the button.

Stumbling out of bed.

Touching the cold tiles.

Screaming to burn.

Like flames in a fire.

Splashing the tired skin.

Waking up the nerves.

Taking steps to the heat.

Warming up the sun.

Like flames in a fire.

Sweeping through the fabrics.

Looking for something.

Trying to fit.

In the crowd.

Like flames in a fire.

Checking the reflection.

Making faces.

Is it worth it?

The trouble to go through this.

Wondering what it would be like.

Like flames in a fire.

Dancing through the wind.

Feeling the adrenaline.

Ignoring the stares.

Fighting the shame.

Like flames in a fire.

Through the corner.

Peace is found.

But it comes again.

Opening a bottle.

Swallowing the pain.

But it comes again.

Like flames in a fire.

I'm Gone.

I wake up everyday.
Wondering.
What it would be like to be?
A normal person.
I see others laugh.
But why?
Why me?

Thinking on the past.
I try to let it go.
I always cry.
I always take it.
Mom is crying.
Dad is drunk.
Yet, I take it.

Looking at the spots.
On my body.
I come across.
The red lines on my arm.
Some fresh, some new.
Laughing with tears.
I reach for the shiny object.

Ecstasy.
What I feel.
What I want.
What I have.
It won't go away.
Why won't it go away?

As I await the darkness.
Memories play like a movie.
I wonder.
Will they even know?
If I'm not there?
Would they find me?
If I'm lost?
Will they ever wonder?
If I'm gone?

I open my eyes.
But too weak. 
I see a picture.
Of family.
I smile.
I'm gone.

Remains Unseen.

Blinking towards the ecstasy.
Finding the words of happiness.
Breaking through the tombs.
Wishing upon a star.
Asking for love.

Driving the vocabulary around us.
Looking out the window.
What brings us closer?
Even I don't know.

Telling the truth hurts.
We all know it.
Finding the key to success.
Failure is always an option.
But what to do?
The impossible.

With my own hands.
Tracing the outline.
Feeling the surface.
Passing the feeling.
The broken heart....
....remains unseen.

Nowhere to be Seen.

Looking out the window.
I see a star.
Waving through the emptiness.
Without knowing its destination.
Many of us would think.
That this isn't real.
What happens to those.
Who believe it.
Through and thorough.
Whichever you want.
But it all comes.
Crashing down.
Upon a merciful.
Indeed, you'd know.
How comes it's not? 
When it's supposed to?
Living through the gardens.
Of a life.
What's to expect?
From this horrible memory?
Dashing towards it.
You know the consequences.
Knowing everything.
When it's nowhere.
....nowhere to be seen.

The beginning!

Hello and Welcome to HopelessPoet’s Tomb!

This is my very first blog. So I apologize beforehand if I’m not very good at it, although I had a blog before but it was mainly work of a super crazy fan of a singer. But recently, I have discovered a new side of me. That is….poetry and writing fiction. What I basically want is to get my work to put it out there.

I’m a beginner at writing poems which I happen to write more frequently if I’m in a deep thought. But as for stories, well, it comes and goes as it pleases. What and when I write will be depending on my mood of the day (or night, in some cases…) for each of them. I recently started writing poems; from love to hate, fear to happiness….you get the idea. As for my stories, they are going to be pure fictional bases. On what, you ask? Well….you’re about to find out!

Well, I hope you enjoy my work as I do mine. Anyways, enjoy~