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Apr 2015 · 535
Dear Mike
Psylocke Apr 2015
I'm still sad that you're gone. It's almost three years now. In two more months, you're supposed to turn 28. You could've been with Trina now. You could've been married. You might even have kids. You loved her very much. We miss you. If I could, I would fly all the way to New Orleans right now, and I would buy you cake, and put it on your grave.
Jun 2014 · 620
A Tribute To Alice
Psylocke Jun 2014
What's it like to die?
Would you still have that empty feeling inside?
Would all the pain you carry be gone?
Was this life even worth it?

They call me a freak
And think I'm a monster
Sadness, I can't bear
That blades became the haven I answer

Scars don't fade
Depressions can last
Tears won't stop
Nightmares repeat

I swallowed my solution
And began to feel numb
Would someone miss me
Now that I'm gone?
A tribute to my friend, Alice L., who passed a week ago because of depression. She's only 17. Eventually, she had too much. I tried to talk to her, but she's half way around the world. She deleted her social media accounts except her Instagram. You will be missed, Al.
Alice (1997-2014)
Mar 2014 · 581
There Is No Love
Psylocke Mar 2014
Everything is collapsing
My body
My mind
My heart....

My heart is shattering
Like a glass
Filled with hopes
Dying...

I am dying
Today
Tomorrow
For you...

I lived for you
I need your love
I need your strength
And left...

But you left
You left me at no-man's-land
A star-crossed wasteland
Sending me to perdition

My fire is cold
My star has dimmed
I've closed my eyes
Believing that there is no love
Dec 2013 · 532
For My Brother
Psylocke Dec 2013
For fourteen years we have been together
Over those years, we have changed
Remembering little things all day

Deep in my heart, you belong
Engraved in my mind, you will be
Repeated everyday, you and me

In times we came to misunderstanding, but
Caring for you is what I want
Know this and I will feel alive again
My second acrostic poem. Feedback?
Dec 2013 · 828
Light Within Darkness
Psylocke Dec 2013
We go back and forth
To this small place,
In this big world
Where horrifying things
Are surprisingly beautiful

There is light within darkness
Sketched in black and white
Written in gold and silver
Scattered along the seven seas
And over the lands where kings rule

There is light within darkness
Up the starry sky where the stars roam
Down deep in the abyss where creatures hide
Sides of an alley in the city
Beyond the green fields and yellow deserts

There would always be
A light within darkness
A sign of hope, a surge of faith
A new day, a new chance
It's never too late to be brand new
Literature poem I made. Feedback?
Dec 2013 · 853
The Truth
Psylocke Dec 2013
Finding the truth is hard
Observing the decoy is impossible
Returning to reality is difficult

My life can be confusing as
Your life right now, my friend

Fighting all alone at the last
Remaining battle field
Interrupting the peace but
Ending all the greed
Nothing feels so much better than
Doing good things for people

Knowing the truth hurts
Allowing it to devour you
Tells you how much you've learned
Everything is always meant to happen
This is an acrostic poem. You'll know whose it for when you find out :) feedbacks? :)
Dec 2013 · 1.8k
Hello, December.
Psylocke Dec 2013
A breeze of cold air
Greeted me as I went outside
I see thick snows covering
The empty streets where I live

On my way to school
I saw little children
Throwing snowballs at each other
Giggling as the ball of snow hits them

I shove my hands in my pockets
As the wintry climate
Starts to thicken around me
Right before my eyes

Snow started falling from above
I reach out my hand
To catch a crystal of snow
And waited until they piled up

December is nice
Despite the frosty ice
Cold, yet heartwarming
This is the season of felicity
I can't believe that it's going to be 2014 soon. Gods, time flies so fast. Feedbacks? Yes please ^_^
Nov 2013 · 957
Broken Wings
Psylocke Nov 2013
As tears streamed down her face
She cried in agony
Her knees were scraped
And her clothes were tattered

Her once beautiful face
Is now bruised and scarred
Eyes are red and swollen
Her hair is tangled, covering her visage

Once she was an angel
But now her wings are broken
She carries a heavy memory of abuse
A no escape situation

She was blamed by the fiend
Who didn't even took time knowing her
Her name, destroyed and neglected
Good personality, evanesced

She was never sighted again
No one even missed her
Because of the devil
She was shattered into fragments
A poem for the people who are being bullied. Feedbacks? Comments? Will be awesome.
Nov 2013 · 1.3k
The Dauntless
Psylocke Nov 2013
A girl, so blissful and sweet
Has full of problems and temptation
She was hated for her mistakes
For that, she was umpired.

But the thing is, she is brave
I watched her face her problems,
Watched her hold her ground,
Watched her battle for justice

I watched her to a point
Where she wants to end her life.
I stopped her with every possibilities
That I can think of to prevent fate

She was noble
I praised her for such
Being a different person
I was proud of that

Everyday, I smile at her
She doesn't know that
I always look up to her
That not many people notice her glory

I've never been so astonished
In all of my life
Meeting this very unique person,
The dauntless.
A poem for my classmate and friend whom I kept on telling to be brave.
Nov 2013 · 399
A Tribute To Mike
Psylocke Nov 2013
Eight months and sixteen days
Since you've been gone
Nine months and ten days
Since we've last spoken to each other

It hurts to know
That your heart
Suddenly stopped

Do you remember
The time you made me laugh?
Those times you protected me?
The smiles that you gave me?
Well, it's all gone now

I *cried

At the very moment I knew
I wept
For four days, because of you

You have been my dearest friend

I want three more days
To be with you
I want two more days
To laugh with you
I want one more day
To see you smile.
For Mike, the funniest person ever. The most protective guy ever. Probably the guy who treated me as his best little sister ever. Mike, who died at age 25. You will be remembered.
Nov 2013 · 1.1k
Shiver
Psylocke Nov 2013
Long cold nights
Lonely old sights
The candle that once
Kept me warm and alive
Is now nothing but
A lump of wax

Nothing to see outside the window
But a rain of snow
There is nothing to hear
Except for the howl of the wind
No more birds chirping
Only wolves howling

Winter is coming
A very long sad winter
A winter that would freeze time
A winter with no light
A winter that would send
A shiver up your spine

I am trapped in my room
Nothing but a book as a friend
A thin blanket as a haven
Tall shadows as my company
Heavy cold air as my atmosphere
This is a long winter
Here we go, winter solstice. My very first wintery poem. Comments? Would be appreciated.
Nov 2013 · 1.6k
Fearless
Psylocke Nov 2013
That one night
Was a disaster
It rained bullets
I heard many screams

Shattered glass on the floor
Ashes on the ground
Smokes, still swirling
Ammunations scattered everywhere

I will never forget
How horrifying the sight was
How traumatizing the memory is
It was an inevitable event

I saw everything
Collide in front of me
Like showers of black sparks
I watch them, standing still

Bodies falling, lifeless
Bullets firing, soundless
Men killing, merciless
But I am standing here, watching, fearless
To all the brave hero and heroines. To all the people who helped and deliver kindness. Stay fearless.
Nov 2013 · 977
Our Story
Psylocke Nov 2013
I like to wander to places
Places full of letters,
Places full of words,
Places full of stories.

My eyes are burning with passion,
Letters swim across, in front of me.
They pull me in, never letting go.
I'm trapped in a story I cannot fathom.

I am a part of a story.
A story filled with emotions,
Lessons, reasons, and seasons.
Yet, I am only on chapter fifteen.

I am a character of a story.
A character who has problems,
But caring, appreciating, and understanding.
I'm still trying to find a place in this world.

My life is a plot.
I will never know what would happen tomorrow.
The tranquility of time scares me.
I don't want to be afraid anymore.

Our story is unpredictable.
We are in a book of life.
A dictum of peace.
A tiny spark of hope.

Don't close your part of the book yet.
Something good is still happening.
Never ever regret.
This isn't the end.
This is for my obsession for books. Also for me, my friends, and the people's unpredicted life.

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