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  • _eraser 125w

    “ current state of mind”

    I can see myself walking into those gates
    Where people don’t notice, forget about the hand shake.
    They hate lies , but for the truth they don’t want to walk a mile.
    And I don’t know when to end?
    That’s the only thing that couldn’t comprehend!

  • _eraser 189w

    I’m waiting for you
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    Waiting..

    I’m waiting,
    The day, you’ll hold my soul,
    To let go of this pain and to fill this hole.
    I’m waiting,
    The day , you’ll realize these nights are louder than ever before,
    When at times, i’m the only one standing on the shore.
    I’m waiting,
    The day you’re no longer a desolation to my soul.
    Maybe then, you’ll realise that I’m still waiting.
    Oh, clench me till it’s too late.
    ©_eraser

  • _eraser 189w

    It’s impossible to capture certain things but all you can do is watch it fade away before your eyes
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    Illutionist

    Illusionists, what they call me sometimes.
    Isn’t it good if you can travel space?
    Isn’t it good you have your own dimensions?
    Your own world of creativity?
    I wanna travel to a time lapse where words heal most of the pain!
    I wanna travel to a sphere where the chirping of birds,
    Rainbow skies,
    And positive vibes is the only thing i can smell.
    To a different world maybe,
    Where people don’t have to bleed to make themselves up.
    Where there is no more hate.
    I’m badly stuck on this feeling but then I think it’s impossible.
    ©_eraser

  • _eraser 209w

    And destinations are meant to be reached. Aren’t they?
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    Sinner.

    Cold,
    Colder like the ocean,
    Have you felt it before?
    Cold enough to disrupt your dreams?
    Cold enough for difficult to bleed?
    Last night, I trespassed a bridge inside my head , full of thoughts , parting separate but familiar destinations.
    And destinations are meant to be reached, aren’t they?
    I’m not afraid of my deeds, for i know the path i choose was never easy!
    Oh,
    My soul is on the urge of distress,
    For , I don’t hold an apology to anybody,
    Cz I know i’m a sinner, sinner with the scars all over my soul.
    ©_eraser

  • _eraser 210w

    Betrayal

    As I rise up from my bed, i see blood stains On the walls of my head,
    The walls that have screams of my past,
    The vanished light that once lead me home.
    And an empty gun , with the gun powder growing insipid with the bullet I took from my valentine.
    And the bullet?
    It’s still inside my chest!
    Oh,
    It’s already dark before dawn waiting for you my love,
    For I know, you’ll never come, to melt these walls of betrayal that you once freezed, firing up that hole in my chest.
    ©_eraser

  • _eraser 211w

    I Tried my best to overcome the feeling, but i’m so tired to hold on.
    #mirakeeworld
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    #readwriteunite

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    Tired.

    I’m tired.
    Tired of making believe that i’m okay.
    No, i’m not!
    I’m mentally drained by the darkness running continuously inside my head.
    I’m mentally drained by the poison which flows through my body making it suffer, every single time a certain thought cross my head.
    It’s over , i guess.
    It’s not easy, it’s hard changing your life.
    I’m drowning,
    Drowning in a sea full of miseries.
    And i know, I can’t come through.
    Because,
    People won’t pull you out , nah, never!
    They’ll make you feel that intoxication so deep that you choke, choke till you breath poison.
    And,
    What’s so worst about it?
    you don’t have an inhaler to stop that poison from making your body feel numb.
    It will slowly bring distress to your soul and to your body.
    And, you’ll fall just like an asthmatic patient, spinning around, right on the floor full of blood.
    I’m so tired.
    I wish , someday,
    someone could see beneath me and wash away the worst of me.
    But, I know no one will!

    ©_eraser

  • _eraser 213w

    Don’t march with candles.
    Protect them.
    Let them fly like a free bird.
    #writersnetwork
    #mirakee
    #mirakeeworld
    #readwriteunite

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    Raped!

    She woke up with the scars all over her body.
    Beaten up,
    Ripped clothes,
    Soul destroyed,
    Mentally dead,
    She was raped!
    Brutally , Under the bridge of 36 New York street.
    So what you’re gonna do?
    Carry out a candle march in case she die?
    Like you really care ?
    For some people , it’s an achievement.
    For some, It’s torment.
    For some, there’s an appreciation.
    For some, it’s criticism.
    For some, they are heroes.
    For some, slut is the only title.
    For some, it’s just a matter of pride.
    For some, it destroys life!
    And the society?
    Damn, they’ll still hate her!
    Not because she’s a baby,
    But maybe,
    Because she has a baby!
    ©_eraser

  • _eraser 214w

    Scared.

    When did the last time you felt scared of something?
    When did the last time you tried to step out of it but failure is all you’ve known?
    Well, I feel it with every passing day!
    Pain, isn’t it ?
    I’m just so scared of becoming a monster of my own soul.
    No mercy!
    No healing!
    No sympathy!
    Only pain..
    I’m so tired.
    Tired of losing people,
    Tired of expectations,
    Tired of getting hurt,
    Tired of feeling i’m not the good enough,
    Tired of getting too attached to people when there only purpose is to leave me crying alone on the bathroom floor!
    I’m so scared of my past which keeps on raining over me all over again making me helpless to breathe!
    Sometimes, I feel ,
    I’m so scared to touch happiness just to let it fade away,
    I’m so scared of my scars to open up just to make it bleed all over again!
    Maybe, that’s why i push people away and maybe that’s why I’m so guarded to myself.
    But I don’t think I can breathe without falling in love again.
    And you know what’s the most worst part?
    I don’t know how to love, Not at all!
    ©_eraser

  • _eraser 214w

    You’re a writer , aren’t you?
    #writersnetwork
    #mirakee

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    Bleed.

    You know , what’s the most painfull thing about being a writer?
    It’s just that we can only make our pen bleed but not our hearts.
    We can feel the pain running countinously in our hearts but can never let it out.
    Maybe, that’s why we bleed our pens with pain so that no one has to feel the same way like we do.

  • _eraser 214w

    Have you wondered?
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    Disappear!

    Have you ever wondered, what if you suddenly disappear?
    Disappear like a candle flame.
    Disappear like a storm.
    Disappear like a fire inside a forest.
    Disappear like a sudden flash, Boom and gone.
    So fast that you can’t even comprehend the void gap you left behind!
    Aren’t you afraid?
    I wonder , will it make a difference?
    Will they notice you?
    Will they cry for you?
    I wonder why the existence is so extinct?
    Why there is so much poison in our hearts?
    Why there is so much intensity in the pain running down your viens?
    Why the hearts are colder with hate?
    When,
    At the end of the day,
    Who cares if one more light goes out?
    Who cares if someone’s times runs out?
    Have you ever wondered?
    Well, I do!


    ©_eraser