Campus Confessions: A Poetry Series

It all started with this poem "Plea in Our Eyes" and since then i have penned so many poems about this nameless person {i'm also unaware of the name} in my diary. In that poem everything was fictional except the eyes that did held conversations. This story continues and which is why i'm here with another poetry series titled "Campus Confessions". It is about my muse in the college. After months of slow-burn stares, i've come to the point where i have experienced love, intimacy, heartbreak through the eyes. In simple terms, it is another addition to my account on unrequited stories. I wrote the same introduction for this series about an month ago from now and every poem was different in this series, the story was different probably because it had not came to any conclusion but now that the horizon is clear and in sight i can tell you this story has finally came to an end. 

I'm still writing and there are countless of poems in the vault waiting to be revealed but those chapters are not the same. The story has move forward and so does this poet. The one who had hauntingly and beautifully beaten the drums of my heart has move forward but i was there, it was rare, i remember it all too well. This new poetry series is about someone who made me believe in love again even if it was unrequited. There is both an fictional and non-fictional layer in the poems of this series that at some point you might think did it really happened or did he made it all up and about that i shall leave it open for interpretation. In simple words, these are confession letters put together under a fancy name of poetry. And the deepest cruelty lies in the fact that whoever these letters are about, will always remain in the dark. Another thing about this series is that the color palette for it is purple because it's my favorite color and there's an abudance of this color in the places where the events mentioned in the poems were happening. This series is divided into a total of 5 arcs and a prologue poem that are as follows:

Main Theme Poem: Campus Confessions: The Prologue

Arc-1 The Spark of Longing

• Savior I Imagined
• Too Weak to Tell You

Arc-2 Escapism and Fantasy

• Melody of the Forbidden
• Vampires in the Night

Arc-3 Lust and Intimacy

• Bled into Art
• Cigarette Kisses

Arc-4 Anxieties and Breakdowns

• My Aid
• Escape With a Kiss
• Idea of You But Not Face
• You Heard My Hurt

Arc-5 Heartbreak and Realization

• Eyes That Hurt
• Legacy of Our Story
• Side Character
• I Can't Blame Anyone

A Pianist

'greatest' is just a title that cannot take away your pain
I saw a pianist, his eyes raging with fire in pain
he had his sleeves rolled up, revealing his veins
playing the piano's ivory keys with passion,
pushing the limits, pouring his heart into melody
only for his fingers to bleed, painting the white keys red

I Sent The Text: An Epilogue

messages sent and unsent

confessions told and untold

heartbroken- and hearts we both broke

your memories linger around like a ghost

I still see your shadows at my door

scores settled and unsettled, you don't matter anymore

pierce through my heart or stab my back

the tattoos have already been scrubbed off

now you don't beat my drums anymore

Pages of Diary

the pages of my diary hold the memories-

memories of you being cold and warm,

memories of that mysterious smirk,

and the day you deserted me

i unfurled the white flag

and surrendered on my knees

you started this war

and kept on stabbing me

this war is our love affair

illicit from the moment it began

yet, i believed in you and 'this love'

still questioning, whether i regret you or not

Lost Connections

Who is to blame here when we both stopped picking up calls?
Is it because the lines that connected us have rusted?
Or is it because we both outgrew each other?
My love for you never ran out, even when I was drowning.
You just stopped sending invitations,
and I stopped writing to you.
Our love was as pure as the kisses you burned into my body,
your name engraved within the depths of my heart.
But we ran out of luck and lost it all.

Tragic & Unfair

why did it begin in the first place?

and then why, it have to end so early?

it was meant to be another lovelorn story,

a story with arcs developing faster than fiction

everything shattered in the blink of an eye

our first conversation, it was all accidental

and so was our fate- it was tragic and unfair

A Journey Through an Old Photograph

i have this picture of you—or should i say, i own this picture of you—

that i have kept hidden in my chambers,

neither inside my diary nor within a vault,

but frozen in time within my mind

it is both painful and lovely to watch,

my lingering feelings keeping me tied to it

yet, all it brings me now are memories that ache

"you're sitting and smiling, posing for a picture,

your eyes concealed behind silver glasses

Stares That Burned the Air

the twin flame you ignited

and the stares that burned the air

came out fiercely and declared,

'you're in love,'

only to later pierce my heart,

leaving me with wounds that bleed

until i'm in ashes

Forsaken and Blue

blue were my days and nights

when you would check on me,

with late-night conversations

and your playful words about meetings

is it the days that I miss, or

is it you whom i long for?

this affair was forsaken from the beginning

Beginning of Storm

fate played its dirtiest tricks on me,

made me believe "our" and "us" would mean something,

only for everything to end in the cruelest way possible

i'm still picking up my broken pieces

i had faith in myself, at least

i decided to follow the path my heart paved

i was mocked by destiny

and was finally brought down from the clouds

"why can't we exist?" i screamed at the night sky

a lot of big challenges awaited with their schemes

i only thought about my love in that moment,

unaware of the storm that would take away my dreams

Your Muse

am i worthy to be one of your poems?
i see that you call yourself a poet now
with difference being we no longer write back to each other
regrets, heartbreaks and the hearts that you broke
you paint those lines with the weight you bore
did your heart ever ache on my thought

Fading Stars

I saw the signs,
but I was in denial.
I comforted myself, saying,
"You would never do that,"
as I continued to address my ghosts.
But the weight was too much to carry.
I saw you disappear at the horizon,
like the stars slowly fading into daylight.
I knew I wasn’t right for you,
but all I wanted was simple affection.
My heart is too fragile
and continues to face heartbreak
in the adversity of time.
I promised myself I would not, I shall not, write about you.
But it is my pen that never stopped missing you

The Space Between Us

As far as my eyes can see,
As far as the light can reach,
I cannot see a glimpse of you
But only in dreams and memories
Your smile lights up my world—
Imagine the power you hold over me
Even after you're gone, you still shine my skies
With time, we have grown apart,
Even cunning fate can't bring us closer
Still, I'm always waiting for you at my shores
The question is, will you set out to sea again?

Name On My Lips

your name on my lips

once tasted like beautiful poetry

your name on my lips

now tastes like cigarettes

echoes of your laughter,

echoes of your screams—

they tell me to smile,

they tell me to cry

something that started under moonlight

ended beneath dark clouds

Apology in the Dark

You never wanted to hear me out,
neither in the beginning nor in the end.
But I stood at your door,
and so you stood your ground.
"You never loved me," you mouthed with a stupid face.
I apologized to you as many times
as there are stars in the sky,
but the dark clouds obscured your view,
so my love remained hidden in plain sight
even when I was gone you held your flag above our grave

Bleeding Bones

I took the punches

paying price of my convictions

like a withered rose

my pieces all over this froze

can't resist and can't let you go

I come back even when you bleed my bones

The Silence Between the Stars

the night sky never looked pretty again,

the stars began to look as if they're staring at me,

while i cursed myself and let the tears rain

that haunting silence of midnight still pulls at my nerves,

a feeling i just can't shake off

years have passed but i'm still stuck in the same paradox

we used to look at the stars

and define our future,

but mine holds darkness- like a void in space

our stars were never meant to align

they distanced themselves,

as far as there is just silence between them