Memento

Picture by: Senzi

Memento,
it's time for you to
recalcitrate, all the things
that make you daft.
Stringing you along,
into some irreality.

Memento,
Those frayed times
moving through your
nimble fingers.
Putting in your hand,
such a disarray
of feelings.

Memento,
While you are bemused,
in your rotund
imagination, Emanating
a vile intention,
crushing your reality.

Iera Stilinski

Your Love Is

Your love is a
destruction,
exitialis. expletus

When I stood still
unshaken,
became your muse.

Your love is so
wild,
entangled, un-mundane

When both our worlds
collide,
we become insane.

Iera Stilinski

Accendo

Words
Your words
kill my
very being.

Freedom

Your tears
flow, annihilating
my freedom.

Accendo

Your hate
accendo, consuming
my heart.

Iera Stilinski

Dan kau pasti tahu itu.

Aku bukan penyair, hanya ingin meluah lara,

walaupun wajah nampak seperti besi,

hati terlalu lemah, dan akan musnah.

Hanya bisa diam, kaku, tidak bergerak.

Bila ribut melanda duniaku digoncang,

Kadang terasa untuk melepaskan,

Namun ia cuma akan menjadi,

satu penyesalan tanpa pengakhiran.

Diri terasa kecil di depan yang Esa,

terasa diri khilaf namun tidak berubah.

Maaf aku tak dapat pergi kepadamu,

aku rapuh, retak, rosak, sakit, perit,

Masih cuba untuk berdiri,

Jika aku bisa, aku akan ikutmu kemana saja,

berjalan selama nyawa masih ada,

Pancawarsa, dasawarsa,

Sekalipun aku akan hilang ditiup angin.

Kau yang aku cinta, yang aku sayang,

Sumpah semuanya kerana Allah,

Namun aku hanya manusia biasa.

Dan kau pasti tahu itu.

Iera Stilinski

Changes

Pic by: killgannon2113

Digging my way
out of the box,
Feeling so small and
frightened,
Like an unwavering,
dying fox,

Crawling in the deepest
hole, The silence and
putrid whispers,
Making you feel again,
whole.
For the moment
satisfying your desires.

Take my last sip of
breath, I could,
but only last,
Even I can't escape
death, For it will
come so fast.

Escape

I have waited for an escape

The reasons kept on coming

for not letting go,

even when my breathing
gets harder everyday.

I need a distraction,

from the coldness, that touches
my bones, and 

crept in my sanity,

I should've run away,

Escape one last time,

It'll be easier to believe
that I was the one who made
a different.

Iera Stilinski