Dcael : Writing

Bomb.

Bomb.

A Poem by Dcael


The ironic thing is, when we first met we joked about a bomb and the bomb was me. We joked because I was damaged, because I was a little thing that co..
Hours.

Hours.

A Poem by Dcael


What would you do if you only had days to live? Scrap that, hours to live. Who would you call, who would you talk to, what wild ambitions would you ig..
Selfish.

Selfish.

A Poem by Dcael


Don’t be selfish. If you do not love the way they smile, or the way they look when they are deeply intrigued. The way their eyebrows almost we..
New

New

A Poem by Dcael


A new year, New people. A new perspective on life. Out with the old, In with the new. But new isn’t as comforting as you may think. Somet..
Old.

Old.

A Poem by Dcael


Why are people so scared of growing old? Of grey hairs sprouting and wrinkles forming. When we are young, the whole world is at our feet. We worry ..
Dark.

Dark.

A Poem by Dcael


The night has always been the best time to write. There’s always been something comforting, yet troubling about the dark. Like a late night, de..
Meant to be

Meant to be

A Poem by Dcael


If it’s meant to be, it will be. You can’t force it. But what if that’s the only way it will be? Sometimes fate isn’t a pre..
Naive

Naive

A Poem by Dcael


You never think it will happen to you, until suddenly it does. Bad attracts good, vice versa to. You can wrap yourself in cotton wool. Pretend yo..
Goodbye.

Goodbye.

A Poem by Dcael


It’s finally that time. To say goodbye indefinitely. The problem is, you kept me in a trap. For months, you made me feel vulnerable and wrong..
Quiet.

Quiet.

A Poem by Dcael


I like quiet. I like the simplicity. I like quiet people, quiet things and just pure silence. The thing is though, it’s never really that si..