My Own Saga: Mayday

Dear friend,

It's been a while since I last wrote something here. A lot of things happened lately. Let me help you catch up with this poem I wrote and maybe you can help me. You'll see the poem after this letter. Thank you. 

Sincerely,

Zepp

MAYDAY

It started as a tiny seed

It’s planted inside my head

No, it’s not medicinal weed

Unlike what most people said

Then this little seed grew bigger

I watered it with my thoughts

I deemed that it will be better

But my feelings, I have fought

A notion, this bud turned into

And I tried to manage it

But my mind had just lost its screw

And it is about to split

Because now, it is a desire

A scary contemplation

For it is spreading like wildfire

It’s a vicious temptation

I think you are getting a clue

As to what this is about

And I do not know what to do

Right now, I’m giving a shout

What the fuck’s happening to me?

I’ll need a diagnosis

What is this thing I cannot see?

I hope it’s not psychosis

I want to make sense out of this

This phase I am going through

It is not easy to dismiss

This feeling I have for you

Oh God, I want to make it stop

Before I drive myself mad

Or my logic begins to drop

And my days, they might get bad

One Quiet Night

I wrote this one last month. It's an extremely different poem of mine because I wrote it from a different perspective which is from a father's. Of course, I've never been a father yet since I'm young to be one. Once again, if you want to ask for my poems, contact me. Thanks.

ONE QUIET NIGHT

Stars sparkle across the sky

Amidst the vast darkness

Like these glitters in your eyes

Stuck in such a cute mess

It looks like a quiet night

The wind hums you a song

Even without the sunlight

It seems like nothing’s wrong

Lying there in your small bed

Your timid eyes are closed

With these dreams in your young head

You’re happy, I suppose

When the morning comes, I’ll see

Your priceless, earnest face

Your smile means the world to me

Joy binds me in some ways

The world today is spiteful

You’ll understand someday

But you can still be blissful

Just seize your time today

Your little mind can’t perceive

Vexations around us

I’ll take the hurt you’ll receive

To see your beam, I must

Now sleep in your tiny room

Play in your huge dreamland

I’ll shield you from all the gloom

You’ll be safe in my hands

Fruit of My Mistake: Volume 3

This might be the ultimate farewell poem I've ever written. For those who want to borrow my poems or something like that, ask my permission first.

MY MIND’S CURE

Time and fate have kept us apart

I fear our paths will never meet

My mind, defeated by my heart

To bear this feeling in discreet

I told myself not to go back

To the moment I can’t forget

I see that strength is what I lack

And now I look back in regret

There's no more chance to let this out

So I will say this slow but sure

You might know what this is about

I will say this for my mind’s cure

I like you ever since that day

You have been my strong temptation

I hope this is enough to say

You too were my inspiration

Farewells are inevitable

And yet I still hope to see you

Our past has been regrettable

Closure is all I want to do

I don’t want to feel anymore

This like or love or whatever

It’s time to close the open door

I don’t want to let you linger

I’ll move on and leave my feelings

Keep it between you and me

Let this end be a beginning

That is another way to see

There will be no tears to be shed

Let’s not try to find each other

There is nothing left to be said

For this chapter is now over

Fruit of My Mistake: Volume 2

This poem is sort of a sequel to the first poem that you just read. Still talking about the same subject. Not going to drop any entities here. I just wrote it two hours ago while going home from the end of a semester. Once again, for those who wants to use my poems, notify me. Thanks.

REQUIEM FOR THE LAST ILLUSION

Your affection, I will burn

Your feelings, I will throw

From the ordeal, I will learn

Learn not to dwell in sorrow

I will close my eyes

I will cast you away

Spare me from the lies

I will walk my own way

Forgive you, I will strive

And time will keep me

Without you, I will survive

Even with the faults in me

Now I will lay to rest

All my tears, I have shed

Before the pain kills my chest

From the scars I have bled

Fruit of My Mistake: Volume 1

This is the first time I'll post a poem here since the blog is starting to rot. Who reads it anyway? It was written two or three weeks ago, I think. One of the fruits of my mistake, I must say. For those who wants to use my poem in some way, ask my permission. Please.

SENTIMENTS FOR THE LAST ILLUSION

Can you be my last illusion?

Will I be your final dream?

Put an end to this delusion

Before it goes beyond it seems

Running in my mind

Leaving many footprints

No wonder I can’t leave you behind

Though I try to give you a hint

One look at your eyes

That gaze I seek to break

Let my feelings run dry

So you, I won’t forsake

Let me numb myself

To this sentiment of yours

I will not need any help

And shall you not exert any force

It’s better this way

No hearts will ache

No tears and pain will stay

In this step I’m about to take