I smile at the stars - poem

 I stay fearful of the stars for they know all my pain,

My agony thrown at one being,

I yell at the night sky, like it is the reason for my demise,

I scream at the moon, for smiling through this darkness,

I cry to the stars like they’ll solve my problems

The night sky is the only thing that lets me remain in this darkness without trying to fish me out,

It lets me to live through everything and still see light,

The moon shines through the dead of night, 

It smiles despite being broken herself,

The stars listen when I myself cant seem to care about my misery,

I smile at the stars for they know all my pains,

I smile at the stars for they know my enigma,

I smile at the stars for they remind me who I am

Rotten minds - poem

I tried to stop caring,

And perhaps it doesn't hold dictatorship over my life anymore but the blemishes on my heart hurt,

Alot,

I despise how my mind looks at you and crafts vast tales,

How my eyes shape this portrait of you,

With my dream plastered across,

My name written in exact alignment to the blotchy liquid fuelling my heart,

I hate this growing feeling of rage, of envy,

Its like my entire world was bestowed with a layer of nostalgia,

I have no loathe towards you,

You do,

But am I that undesirable?

Why are sides so easy to decide between us,

I'm so malleable,

I'm so bloody docile,

Watch my head meet your feet,

Its evident i’ll never live like you,

So i'll drink the poison until I think i’ve reached by breaching point,

And then failure will be something I savour,

Because at least I tried,

At Least it's not just me

Winds - poem

As the wind abides by the verity,

The trees follow along,

The flowers and their prey seek refuge,

I chase my dreams on the other end,

A hook between reality and delusion begins to rust,

The grasp of the lords begin to loosen,

The birth of trust had flourished in their hearts,

By then my love and lust for my passion may die,

My soul may be sold for the devils comfort,

And I may wish to wind took me with it,

But I will always reside back to my beginnings,

To where the song blooms,

To where the poets cry,

To a sanctuary in which nobody else can understand,

When the time comes, the darkness will blend with the rest,

And I will be gone with the wind,

With the trees,

With the flowers,

With my hope,

With my dream

Neverland is nowhere, its in flames - Poem

 My spark, my fire,my soul,

You burn into me,

My love for you mere blocks of wood,

My heart aches for you,

The everlasting matches you lit,

Let a candle lit dinner embody the flames of our life together,

Neverland is nowhere for we can be together

You are my spark,

You are my fire,

And you’ve lit my flame,

You let the fire die down,

You’ve let the wax drip,

You’ve burnt me

Neverland is nowhere,

Neverland is here

Friends to Foe - Poem

To tell friend from foe is like distinguishing water from wine,

So obvious yet we are so blinded by the fogged glass shielding us from the inner liquids,

The inner liquids that make the chalice different, 

The liquids that hold more than just taste, 

But pain and jealousy,

Fury and rage,

Innocence and corruption,

Disgust and hatred

Please pick me, 

Please save me, from the world of sand dunes sinking to the ground,

The love from the bubbles are temporary, 

I will aid you through sorrowful seas, I will bless you will loving pleas, i’ll sing to you a lullaby... till my inner fluids run dry

Don't come back when you are drunk and desolate,

I do not wish to see what I have failed to compete with,

It seems we have to race to the end of the line but it forms to a circle that meets no end,

Who am I if not competition?

Who am I if I don't win? 

I’ll drain oceans if it means you want the shells or pearls,

I’ll plug the clouds if it means you want to see the sun,

I’ll pull the mountains off its high peaks for you to see the truth on the other side

But you resent the shells and pearls coated in salt,

You love the wrath of tears,

You enjoy the crippling corruption and living in denial, for who would want this reality?

Who would want to notice someone who's willing to give their love in return for loyalty?

In return of peace,

In return for friendship?

No human can commit,

All our seas have dried,

All our clouds have cried,

All our peaks have crumbled,

Reality hits us as the sun rays pierce through the wealthy skin,

Oh when will realisation follow?

It has failed to take a weary blow

Enchanted Journeys

I speak candidly when I say Wendy Darling is my hero. Perhaps the contorted faces that line in front of me as I speak of my devotion are valid, but nonetheless, I say it with the utmost confidence. Believing was something I could do best: assuming I was great and everything in the entire world would and could be conquered, fall into the palms of my hand. Believing in these happy thoughts, alongside five siblings of which I govern, just as Wendy. 

I’ve lived in dozens of worlds; my life a mere choice of which I decided. Within books, I sought solace, confiding in my chosen family. No friends were as loyal as these two cherished companions. 

I did not desire a mediocre life; I wanted to drown in my yearning, my hope, my dream. 

Yet, even amid these blissful musings, flight is impossible without a sprinkle of fairy dust.

I wish I braced a warning of some sort: that one day, I’d've experienced the last dream of my soul. People perceive what they desire, and when my very own Tinkerbell shone with resplendent radiance, my existence, my individuality became a perilous threat. I was rare, so was Wendy, so are we all. Only so few choose to recognize it. I knew, I pledged to embrace it. The ignorant did not comply, not them, not my tink, so the few were forced to suffer. We’re all celestial sylphs, causing cosmic warfare amidst the moon's bloodied skies. We’re all supernovas. 

I passed this wavering path; the one that attempted to strip me of my individuality. That morning I woke up and realized opinions were a dime a dozen, validation was something I needn't thrive in, and loyalty isn't a word but a lifestyle that too many fail to follow. That was the day both our lives changed, not for a man or a job, but because both Wendy and I knew our happiness was worth more when it resided in our own hands. 

So Wendy left. Yes, Peter cried; yes, the lost boys whined. This world shamed her for thriving in her definition of ‘joy’. She did not fall captive to motherhood but escaped from the cages of others' joy. One day I'll find my calling, just as Wendy did. 

Through hatred, mermaids, and the treacherous Hook, Wendy acquired her fairy dust. After a voyage of a lifetime, she found solace back home, amidst family and books. Forever adorned with ethereal fairy dust, I stand in that realm, here and now, ready to embark on my own extraordinary journey. 

“What if you fall? Oh darling, what if you fly?”

Have you tried frogetting? - poem

Im Hopelessly hung on before, a wretched ghost of past,

The past,

I measle past my present,

Revisiting,

Re,

But these people, their future so paramount,

I shall never find myself woven within their dreams,

For I am the haunting past they flee from,

Or perhaps,

I'm the present they didn't want fate to lead to

Bitter stained cheeks,

Luna you scar,

My heart its reeking of loneliness,

I'm the pariah, the one they disdain,

Your laughter was once mine,

You hate me,

Why?

Was the closet too bleak, suffocating with despair? 

Is the present more sheer, a veil hiding the scars I bear, 

Since when does an exemplary future disregard the past that holds you, 

Perhaps it broke you… but I didn't, 

Yet here I stand, shattered and true.

I deserve acknowledgement,

A word,

A glance,

Together