Moth

yes, its about you Ruh

[mischiefidiot]

Intentions

I have but one wish, to make you my bride,

To stain your hands with henna,

And have my name bloom there in quiet lines.

I would gather all your sorrows into my palms,

I would offer myself in their place.

I carry this longing.. to call you mine.

Oh beloved, it is not so hard… just look at me.

My entire world finds its home in your eyes.

And someday, listen gently

To the words my heart could never speak.

[mischiefidiot]

Ombrielle (n)

[mischiefidiot]

Ah... Is it slow poison? Or perhaps something else.. I don't know.

[thoughtkick]

“People inspire you, or they drain you - pick them wisely.”

— Hans F. Hansen

[mischiefidiot]

Unfortunately not many is wise enough to know the difference or the fact that, there's this type of people

[swanbythebay]

Humans are weird, they goes to the people who doesn't show them care more then those who does, I find it fascinating and pitiful

[mischiefidiot]

For real, some say they value respect and stuff but then again, they goes to those who shows them where they're in their list of importance.

I agree with ya, it's both pity and fascinating and just sad.. cuz some pour genuine care to them while they just turn to those looks at them as options

And its especially sad when, they just can't understand that. And instead they defend their behaviour towards them as something else.

[mischiefidiot]

Hot take but..

The worst horror movie isn't actually about horror.

[mischiefidiot]

Where's my rain, that covers my pain? Hide all of my rain, why sky doesn't send me his rain to hide my rain.

Is it that my pain isn't worth for the sky to rain? All I want is to be free, free of all of this body.

Oh rain, oh rain cover my eyes and pain, hide it from all the eyes that can never reach my hands.

Why do I always calls out to the sky? Is it because of I want the rain? Or because I want the grand sky as the terrain that write all of my pain?

To stand as the testament when I stand to the grand king of all, Lord who owns it all.

Oh rain, oh rain please hide my rain. Just enough till all eyes goes away. Oh the great king, please give me rain.

[mischiefidiot]

I'm not even myself first choice why ever I thought, I would be others first choice? If anything, it would be better to call me an later option

I hear people say, I mean a lot, I'm special. But deep down I already know, there's always someone out there who they'll choose over me. Someone they talk more, someone they share more, someone they call more, someone they run to first, someone they think of before me.. sigh, that's okay, it's hurts but it is okay.

I used to wonder what's wrong with me or why can't I be first to the people I care so much? Why I never the first option, why they never keeps their promises with me and forget all.

But now I think, not being chosen doesn't mean, I'm not enough.. it's just that people have their own people.

And thats something I can't control...

So what? I still have a good heart, I'm a good person, I care deeply and even if I can never be their fav or first, I won't resent them.

I don't need to be anyone's fav or first choice.. I'm happy that I'm giving them myself because I choose them and kept my choice pure.

[mischiefidiot]

I'm tired of my curse of losing what I held dear.. I don't want my whole life to be act of letting go, for once I want to not get affected by this curse, just this, only this... I don't want to lose, this one thing...... Sigh, why am I even expecting? It's always hurts and this time it will hurt the worst but it's not mine to keep anyway..

[versesofourhearts]

-versesofourhearts

[mischiefidiot]

And I wish, when death comes for me at my door step, he walks in calmly and finds me sitting, admiring the sky, lean and whisper;

"come now, the fight is done" and takes my hand gently, like an old friend who understands me why I always admire the sky, why I'm sitting, why my note was on my lap and why there was a faded sketch of someone, understand why I'm tired.

I hope it says, "you carried enough, let me help you now with this weight"

I hope it gave me his words, here there's quiet, here you can rest, here all of you silent scream was heard and now you would be given all things that was denied in your old world.

[swanbythebay]

Oh sea, oh sea, oh great sea

Can't you see, the tears of the of the boy

Who sits under the tree.

He laughs, he weeps with the sea,

Oh sea, oh sea, it wasn't sin,

It's just how it meant to be.

Curse that boy carried,

Was greater than the waves of the sea.

Tide curved path for else,

Where he wanted to be.

Oh rain, oh rain,

Please hide his pain,

Just long enough till sea can't see.

He just wanted to be a sailer of this sea,

One with the sea.

Oh sea, oh sea, oh great sea.

It wasn't your fault but curse he carried that always made it rain.

Oh rain, oh rain,

Please hide his pain,

Just long enough till sea can't see.

[mischiefidiot]

He wanted to be, one with the sea. But it's perhaps what not meant to be.

He carried the curse as he weeps, Only rain hide his pain, when he weeps.

He sit under the tree, seeing the shores with other tree, he weeped harder then any waves of the sea.

He lost it all and was willing to trade rest it all just to be one with the sea, but perhaps it's just not how it meant to be.

He just wanted to be one with the sea, he weeped, he weeped, harder than any waves of the sea.

Rain tried but never could fully hide what's he meant to keep under the tree, the great sea saw the tears of the boy who's under the tree.

Seeing the rain, trying to hide his pain, tides rose to reach him, he smiled but it faded because he knew tides always go away.

His soul weeped so hard, even his quietest echo died out.

He's still under the tree, looking at the sea, as he whispers to the wind, ground turned around.

His curse truly was greater then any waves of the sea. He told himself it's how it meant to be, but even his own words choked.

Because all he wanted to be was became one with the sea,but his only wish now feels like another curse.

Donno why but, I can see myself under that tree, sitting and watching the sea, hoping to become one with the sea, yet unable to be, was it a curse or it's just how it meant to be. In my case, even rain doesn't come my way to hide my pain, is it truly how I meant to be? Refused to that one thing, the sea. I wonder, I wonder why it's how it meant for me, was I a sinner with greater sin then all the sea?

#man I love your poems, they're hella good! Keep going!!

[mischiefidiot]

"there are times when I am convinced, I'm unfit for any human relationships"

— Franz Kafka

Latters to Felice

This hits me hard now, cuz I'm also convinced I'm incapable of that too. I ruin anything that I touches, and especially love, I'm just not something that can be loved, only can be appreciated.

[mischiefidiot]

She talks and hum, and the only thing I think about: How can I.. keep listening to her voice rest of my life?

[mischiefidiot]

I never wished to own you, all I want is to be one with you. The waves, the depths, the tides, the stormy nights, the unspoken hum of the wind that dance throughout the sky.

I'm your if you have me, I'm still your even if you don't, my soul is already one with yours.

[mischiefidiot]

Ah again this tingling thing.. something bad might happen again. The air smells like tension and restlessness, my heart is pounding.

What bad thing is coming?

[mischiefidiot]

At a point, where everything feels like baseless, why and what doesn't seems to affect me.

I'm here standing under this grand sky, listening to the whisper of the wilds that's telling me, nothing matters.

We're small, we have so much pride in ourselves but for what? In the scale of trees alone, we are just tiny, what are we so proud for? We boast ourselves to a point as if there's no end for us.

Why are we so arrogant? Did we not see how leaders, king's, Monarch, Emperors with greater power and strength are just some records of past?

I'm here standing under the vastness of sky that has no bounds, why was I always blind? People doesn't care about us as much as we think they do, everyone has their own life to live, so why I seeked their validation?

Even when a body dies, the first thing that goes bad is blood.