#slammo

[snoleopard7]

sequel to those two battlebots memes i posted last year

[battlebots-daily]

Slammo

[slammo313]

I closed my eyes,

The pain wasn’t easy to keep in sight.

I closed my ears,

The pain can be heared but subtle.

I closed my heart,

The pain aches but the bleed is bothering.

Little did I know, the pain fades.

My feelings do too.

[slammo313]

Deep as an ocean

Rage within a wave

Subside reaching the beach

On which life is meet

Do the ocean living the storm

Nor the ocean hiding the breath

As the one wouldn’t never

Gasp the teardrop of love

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For my lovely bubu.

The one who create the wave for me.

[linernotesandseasons]

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[slammo313]

As the cloud, it passes without notice,

A moment until a moment,

It crept and seep into the life,

It horrifying but I can’t run,

I wish it was always warm,

Let it ease for heart to embrace,

Though the day never always be bright,

Cold and evil it may be,

Breath soundly, rest assured,

The true will stick through.

[slammo313]

A Wish

I always wanted a wish

But it doesn't always the same

Some wish doesn't come easy

While some wasn't hard to granted

It may be come from heart

Others come from a pain

Every soul lies a wishes

A hope nor a hatred

Whatever it bears

Nobody can't judge your wish

I did stop wishing at once

When I realized I'm in pain

To realize my wish

Will never be happen

I wish for everlasting

Happiness

[slammo313]

Behind those

What things that are running,

Behind those eyes,

Is it a tear out of happiness,

Or sadness, Nor regret,

But it stay hidden as the grief,

Keep pummeling the heart and mind,

Of a innocent youth.

Is it a lot to ask for?

To keep that tear to be lost,

As it keep dragging a soul,

In every sunrise and sunset,

Is it a lot to understand?

A broken soul deserve to live,

Even it wasn't a halfway shaped,

As it wasn't perfect,

It doesn't matter if it wasn't,

As long as it lived, it trying.

Behind that empty yet rigid,

Death doesn't seem a choice,

But a pathway, to apart of pain,

That being his journal of life,

Is it enough for me?

To keep this soul?