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~