The Paper Plane

I do writing from time to time as a hobby ◇Sometimes I post my own quotes/poems/story lines in the books I write◇

[flyingpaper90]

His name was sacrifice

Can you see the fortune, with what you lack

Can you admire the volume, of all that is kept?

Because you seem to always gloom, when you asked,

Him, the most knowing and most wise of all, to what you were tasked,

if whether in this life, would you ever bloom like the name you were destined to act

And you would fear if you weren't enough

But you have always been enough to us, and soon, you would be able to grasp

The dignified version of you that you so wanted, when you start accepting yourself

- The man who long to sacrifice

(Credits: The Paper Plane)

[epiphaniesandpoems]

Beauty of Anonymity

As I write this, my fingers strum along the wood of the table/ 

Pondering the next curve, the next looped line/ 

I reach to my chest, rubbing lightly about the tender emotion which has taken up residence here/ 

I ache to release it, this tumor/ 

In doing so, it manifests in the nerves along my extremities and into the paper as an inky mess/ 

Here you are reading this incoherence, soaking in every word/

Wondering what I look like/ 

Whether the words written here are tattooed within the lines of my strained forehead, within the crinkles of a smile/ 

But, you never see me and you probably never will/ 

So you imagine my name and my face and my story/ 

I am a million things to a million people and there is a beauty in that.

[flyingpaper90]

Only a day

Tears stream down my pillow,

As you lay on bed with hollow.

The raging fire in your heart long gone,

Only replaced with a sense of done.

And you asked a thousand why's,

Only to be met with reddening eyes.

And I stood there silently to wonder,

If you'd ever thought of yourself enough to ponder.

Tell me, what price must I pay,

To let you see a day.

- To the you who laid on my bed

(Credits: The Paper Plane)

[flyingpaper90]

Like a mouse

The sound of rain lulls the night as you ponder,

Whether you'd ever be enough and to wonder,

Why out of the 7 billion people in this world,

You were chosen to face such fate and be twirled,

But do not be dejected nor regret,

As destiny has a funny way to connect,

Those who are prepared with a house,

With those who feel as tiny as a mouse.

- The little mouse

(Credits: The Paper Plane)

[flyingpaper90]

My sister

The teardrops of rain did nothing to silence you, neither was the howling of wind.

Nor was the chattering of our loud family.

I press my ear to listen,

As you weep through the wooden barrier of my door, laying on the bed I once bought,

You cried, for those who did not realise the burdens of their action, and hurt the you,

Who begged for distraction.

And I couldn't help but wonder,

'Why do you do this to yourself?'

- To the sister I never understood.

(Credit: The Paper Planes)

[flyingpaper90]

The man who bleed red

"I shall not let you destroy me further.

Held me captive and tell me what I must and mustn't do.

You play me like a puppet and had abused the trust I held high for you.

I shall stand tall by myself and lift my chin up and allow you to see the fire burning in my eyes, for the once weak child has grown.

All along, I had thought that the reason why I couldn't fight was because of the love you once held for me. In truth, it was the hope of new love you would bring to me.

What a fool I was to believe a man who bleed red."

- The woman who bleed white.

(Credits: The Paper Plane)

[flyingpaper90]

His hero

He thought he could helped her.

He thought he could save her.

He thought he could fix her.

But what he didn't realise was that it wasn't he who had saved her, but it was her who had saved him.

She bought him light.

She touched his soul.

She lulled his demons.

She saved him.

She didn't need saving, all she needed was someone to save and live for, it was him.

She was his hero.

- The letters to his hero

(Credit: The Paper Plane)

[midnight-love]

Knights in Shining Armour

The armour always falls

tarnished and dented

The armour will fall for the last time

warped metal covered in rust

And there it'll stay

until it's corroded into powdered metal oxide swept away by the wind.

Sometimes but not often

The man lasts longer than his armour

Not always but once

- M.L

[flyingpaper90]

Beautifully written

[flyingpaper90]

The Boy Who Wanted Gold

And he looked at her the way a woman stared lovingly at her newly purchased gem,

The way a little girl open the first page of her anticipated book,

The way a student flip the exam papers with trembling hands and nervous eyes,

The way a homeless man greedily took a bite of the meal,

The way a person long to have gold in his arms

She was gold.

She was his gold.

- The way he looked at her

(Credits: The Paper Plane)

[midnight-love]

The stars whisper to me in the dark.

They speak of your beauty and brilliance, how you’re destined to be more than a poet’s love. 

And they’re right.

You are already so much more.

- M.L

[flyingpaper90]

Beautiful ❤

[flyingpaper90]

Little children

"Tell me a secret" He said, his eyes never leaving her, they watch how her eyelashes flutter, how her lips move and her eyes,

They were the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen, he thought they were even prettier then the Disney princesses she liked.

"What kind?" She asked, grinning at him, showing the gap between her little teeth.

"Any" He whispered, big blue eyes shining with innocence, he was careful not to wake the the caretakers.

Especially Miss Garcia... Anyone but her...

She giggled, her light melodious sound echoing in the quiet hallway, underneath the table where two children hid behind a pile of pillows and blankets, a light from a candle.

"I stole a cookie that Miss Garcia baked"

- The children that believed

(Credit: The Paper Plane)

[flyingpaper90]

Under the rain

And I willed myself to move, to move, to blink, to inhale the oxygen I didn't realize I was holding myself away from, to stop myself seemingly soo speechless and awed.

Because there she was, hair dripping wet from the rain, twirling in her dress, her melodious giggles echoing in my dark mind, bringing light within her presence,

And butterflies begin to warm my cold heart.

"Perfect" was all I could describe the moment

- The man who fell in love

(Credits: The Paper Plane)

[flyingpaper90]

Secrets

"To what do I owe you, miss?"

I turned around and stares at the shadow of a man, his eyes glint underneath the moonlight,

They were mysterious and full of secrets, Secrets I ought to one day reveal,

The corner of my lips rose up as I shake my head and said, "Nothing you can give me,"

"Nothing yet"

He chuckled and took my hand, the back of my palm against his lips, his eyes amused.

"I hope to one day fulfil it, my lady"

- To the mysterious man under the tree

(Credits: The Paper Plane)

[flyingpaper90]

Ok? Ok.

Your eyes look into mine and I could see the anticipation for our next mere seconds.

I could see your eyes swirling with soo much emotion - love, adoration, need and longing. I for one hope to show the same in mine.

You wanted me like I wanted you.

Slowly but gently, you lean closer, breath fanning and eyes closed,

"Ok?" You asked

"Ok." I said

- What fate brings us

(Credits: The Paper Plane)

[ink-and-oceans]

“Though life is more beautiful than the leaking ink of prose and poetry will ever draw, I still try. A million pen strokes and the occasional keyboard click at 2am are devoted to the impossible goal of capturing every moment before it slips out of the grasp of memory.”

— tara love / i will always try

[flyingpaper90]

The fight for love

"What does fighting for love feels like?" They asked

"It feels like," she begin, "Like you're saving yourself from drowning in a sea"

"You are desperately clenching to the hope and anticipation you feel while your whole body is drowning"

"The sea indicates the insecurity and doubt you'll feel along the way, and the air indicates the security you are trying soo hard to grab on"

"Some drown and some, some learn how to swim. They save themselves and live, they learn to swim through the insecurities. While some just simply don't know how to swim and end up drowning, they let the insecurity and doubt get in between them."

Fighting for love doesn't necessarily mean fighting against someone to keep your love. Sometimes the biggest enemy is yourself.

Believe in yourself, love yourself. You are worth it.

You know a love is true when its not just the love that lives, but also you.

- What fighting for love feels like

(Credit: The Paper Plane)

[midnight-love]

You held my hand and looked at me.

And all at once 

you made love make sense again

- M.L