When was the last time I saw you
We've been long overdue
Losing our time to talk with each other
You've been locked up by your mother
I wonder what girl I’ll be talking to
It sometimes felt old and new
I guess I deserve the bad side
Our love, we shared had died
What can I do but listen to the pain?
I’ve never felt so much shame
Maybe if I write you one happy story
You’d feel a little bundle of glory
Recognizing the good I can do
You never came to appreciate the new
I felt so alone and cold
Maybe happiness will help the old
Hoping one day you’d read it
Just feeling one ounce of bright lit
Sharing that old soft smile of yours again
I hope you enjoy the tales
I write these under tired pales
Endless nights of rewrites
Kind of like spiraling kites
Tangled up and floating away
Every day, day after day
I write a hundred words down
There is no better way for a king and his crown
The truth is I write because of you
You never make feel so blue
I’ll sit here at these keyboards
Trying to hold onto all of these musical chords
This is my best way of showing I love you
But all of this will come to drown
This is just my wishful spirit typing these memories down
you are
an unimaginable light,
the tongue I swallow
and the surge of you is swallowed down
and the white hands come, unfurl
come, little light to the greater whiteness
how I love you, how I have felt your fire
beaming uncontrollably in my ribcage
blossoming and swelling in my throat:
you are a thousand white moonflowers
I have to bite bloody my own lips to keep down.
and to be filled with your white light is
to shudder, like in a lover's embrace,
and you, God, is the name spat out,
a thousand thousand years in the making
and a thousand flowers swallowed down,
and how can I keep your glory closed in
when you wind me into a ball of light?
oh, but I am sick, I could curl up and die,
so strong and so violent is your love
and shivers race and tremble bright
down my spinal cord;
rip out my spinal cord, HaShem
and twist it in a polished white
spiked circle:
the beauty of a snake
devouring herhisits own tail.
Adonai, Adonai, I adore you,
I swallow your beauty down.
I got attached to you because you
Got me
You understood me
On levels other people never could
You cared for me
You saw the scars and you
"Kissed them"
I mean.. In the metaphorical sense
You didn't actually but you made me promise that i would never ever do that again
That I would fight the urge
No matter how hard it got
And I loved you
because you loved me when I couldn't love myself
And I wonder to myself now if that might have been the only reason
But I really don't think it was
I remember when I leaned over to you one day and asked what you would do the day I killed myself and you replied
You won't and if you do then I'll go to
But .. I knew right after you said that it was a lie.
One of those
Beautiful
little lies
That you selfishly want to be true,
It's nice to think someone could love you so deeply that they really couldn't live without you
But as I sit here now ready to jump..
I sure hope that
Beautiful little lie
Was indeed
A lie
call me autumn
i'll be the giant pile of crunchy red-brown leaves for you to jump in
i'll be the ugly sweater you love so much that you pull out on the first cold day
i'll be the pumpkin that you dredge out the insides of and carve a jack-o-lantern face on
call me winter
i'll be the christmas morning that greets you with a heap of presents under a twinkling tree
i'll be the warm cup of hot chocolate with extra marshmallows after you come in from the snow
i'll be the groundhog that assures you there will be an early spring to end your wintertime blues
call me spring
i'll be the umbrella you dig out of your trunk that keeps you dry in the unexpected storm
i'll be the large cup of coffee that stays up with you through all-nighters before finals
i'll be the first flower you see in bloom after a long and cold winter
call me summer
i'll be the rays of sunshine that tan your flawless skin
i'll be the cold shower you take cause that bloody air conditioner is broken again
i'll be the hammock that you lay on as you stargaze and think about all the galaxies that stream above
Both my parents are working,
And we live in a desolate campus,
Neighbourhood is a stranger's place,
Ever since my being a kid with a tricycle.
So it does succeed in explaining something,
It does give hint o'my being a loner ever since,
That explains how lonely a neighborhood can be,
But that doesn't explain how I was in my childhood.
I was just Lonely.
So
L
o
n
e
l
y
I was.
There were few friends intermittently,
And kept losing them to a new school.
I kept making and losing friends along,
But now I have found some poet friends.
The one I really love & care about is also a poetess,
But now I don't fret loneliness as badly as I used to.
My HP Poem #239
©Atul Kaushal
When I knew you starved; I craved;
you loved; in return I cursed;
On a sensual, emotional bliss;
Just after your long awaited kiss.
Dreams shaped up into a sweet fruit;
Love took a turn; got into a deep root;
there is an everlasting peace in my soul
amidst the violent sea storm; in a whirl;
For such a long awaited years of time;
remains a love of melody and rhyme;
I knew no other could have reached;
The gospel of love, so much preached
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
williamsji@yahoo.com
www.williamsji.com
www.williamsmaveli.com
www.williamsgeorge.com
I wish we had the time
This Seattle love of mine
To be someone else but we
It’d just be you, this wet dock and me
Adventures into the unknowns
We’d stray away from the boring drones
Even if our time was few and far in between
You would whip your curly long hair and lean
I took you down to the sea and we looked out quite far
There goes a dolphin out at the striking sea
Sunsets drown over the soft sight without haste
We go on scavenger hunts in Pike Place
It’s going to be a race
If I win you give sacrifice a kiss
She gets the head start, don’t be a miss
Running through the crowds that were spread across
Orange and yellow lights set the mood to cross
Live playing with care free visitors
We run and scream for fun
She wins and I am out of luck done
In the end she places a soft one on my cheek
A little red blushing makes a peek
This pretty girl shares her rare cute giggle
That’s underground Seattle love
For what it was worth being with this dove
It was our moment where time froze
I've fallen in love
and only you
can save me.
Please just get
me out because
it's scary.
I can hear my
heart beat and
blood races through
my body as I try
to handle this.
I've fallen in love
and only you
can save me.
g.k
What is it?
Is it, being stunning, without a single flaw?
having a perfect figure, a well-defined jaw?
Is it shutting in your emotions and keeping composure?
Perhaps being scantily clad, with indecent exposure.
No.
Beauty is none of the above
It is acceptance, and self love
Not listening to others who try to bring you down
Shrugging off the haters without so much as a frown.
Beauty is a smile, a confident walk
Not listening to when the naysayers talk
No one else can define what is true
Beauty is simply being you
Beauty
..
Stays
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The colors run down the walls
Down the skies
------
Fade child
Draw near to me
don't stray
--
Fade from the harsh colors
Draw near to me
----
Come child come now
------
Beauty
Stays
------
Love is real
---
I stand in the middle of the street
--
Fade child
From the colors
Running down the walls
Running down the skies
---
Stay with me now child
Beautiful
In the middle of the street
