The sun began to set, leaving a canvas of brilliant colors across the sky. While the glittering glass above me reflected with a rippling effect cause by a soft whisper of the breeze. I lay there sinking slowly, like an autumn leaf drifting to the ground. Except I was not a leaf, neither would I reach the ground. The coldness enveloped me, numbing my limbs. Destroying my will to fight. My eyelids fluttered shut, as memories swept through my brain and untold secrets escaped. I was drifting into the unknown
Jan 13, 2020
Jan 13, 2020 at 12:24 AM UTC
You don't know why I like you,
So I wrote this poem just to tell you.
I really like how u try,
To make me smile when I cry,
The way u talk about finding a happily ever after.
I even love the sound of ur laughter.
The way u smile, and make funny faces,
All just to make me smile.
You and your charming personality,
Is the best part of my reality.
I can't get u out of my head,
I think about u before I go to bed.
And I'm hoping I don't scare u away,
Because I think u maybe the one...I pray.
I don't see myself with anybody else but you.
And I'm hoping you can be my Boo.
So I wrote this poem so u can know,
I want to be more than just a bro.
Jul 6, 2019
Jul 6, 2019 at 3:09 PM UTC
I look up at his face
while standing by his side
my heart starts to race
and my smile grows wide
I wrap my hand in his
and stand on my tip toes
I wonder what this says
I question if he knows
To his kiss, my lips rise
and one forms from two
As I look him in the eyes
I say "I'm in love with you"
Oct 23, 2018
Oct 23, 2018 at 11:02 PM UTC
This is for you:
-the girl who is so ashamed because of her acne,
-the girl who cries in front of her mirror because she doesn’t
look like Picasso’s muse,
-the girl who forgot how to smile because of her problems,
-the girl who cries her eyes out every night because of him,
-the girl who is so terrified to attach because of her past relationship,
-the girl who is different from the others,
-the girl who wants to save every soul she meets, except hers,
-the girl whose heart, blood and soul runs wild,
-you are so much more than the sprinkles from your skin.
-you're not Picasso’s muse, but you definitely are God’s muse.
-don’t waste your life being so stressed, just enjoy the journey.
-you need to be strong.Cry your heart out, but stop,your tears are too worthy , make them rare, for the real ones.
-try to love yourself first, then someone else.
-your future is not defined by your past.
-you need to save yourself first.
-run with them, darling, and never look back.
This is for you, girls.
You, no matter what, are good enough.
You are lovable.
You are strong.
You are independent.
You are different.
You are rare.
You are you, and that is your power, learn how to use it.
Oct 22, 2018
Oct 22, 2018 at 9:22 PM UTC
She smiles
Like the sun kissed flowers
Staring up at the sky
On a field of never-ending blossoms in the summer’s light
But don’t be fooled
There’s a tempest brewing
The cumulonimbus clouds murk over her inner world
So deep into her immaculate soul it’s pursuing
She loves
Like the moon’s devotion
To the vault of heaven
On a glorious gloom
But don’t be fooled
Her darkness is the asphalt
On the terra firma
When the vale is most coruscating
She exposes
Her finest face
Like an overawed beau on the first night
Of **********
But don’t be fooled
Her behemoth lies slightly waken
In the depths of her muddled consciousness
Like a war solider awaiting command
She is two sides
Of the same coin
Tossing for heads or tails
Don’t be fooled
sa
13.09.18
Sep 14, 2018
Sep 14, 2018 at 1:34 PM UTC
my hand grazed your bicep
i was jostled, i landed in your chest
i laughed as you joked
suddenly feeling out of breath.
you flashed that smile, threw up a peace sign
i could see your face perfectly.
butterflies playing bumper cars in my stomach
god, the way you were looking at me.
it lasted only a moment,
felt like two or three
but two hours later and i can’t stop thinking about it
there’s no place i’d rather be
than with you right now,
i yearn to meet your eyes
to talk for hours and kiss and laugh
and never say goodbye.
my head says “don’t catch feelings”
but my heart says “why not?”
you’re sensitive, smart, and funny
and so freaking hot!
i’m trying to stay away, i swear
but it’s *so **** hard*
because you walked into my life and blinded me
by the perfection you are.
-a.c.b
Sep 14, 2018
Sep 14, 2018 at 1:31 PM UTC
i.
not bad,
i commented to myself as i watched you do your thing
for the first time ever ;
not bad was my way to say
extraordinary
still is today
i have standards, you see and —
well...
they were met when i
heard you say,
"that's only half what
i can do."
let's get this straight:
i was the best at what i do until
you came around ;
it's not like i'm mad though —
quite the opposite
in fact.
ii.
here's something else:
i have always liked the way your eyes
shot daggers
even when you were smiling ;
a death stare, they named it and, you know,
i won't call them wrong —
i'm rather fluent with the concepts of
death
and staring myself, after all.
ah,
do you remember?
when we spoke to each other —
it was always a sparring of
eyes
rather than words.
iii.
a fact:
you have been called cold
more often than
you have been called pleasant ;
i know —
it's not like you'd disagree
not like you'd be stupid enough to
deny ;
cold is a comfortable shadow
to hide in,
something people like us
wear as a coat or
a scarf
from july to june.
now,
there's this saying that the addition of
two negative objects
turns them a positive
result ;
i'm not much of a scholar so, honey,
what's on your mind?
iv.
i get it now,
if i'm propellers
you are wings —
rather than a mirror, we're
distorted reflects
a thing evolution knows
a great deal about ;
this yearning is the aspect of you
i'd wish to keep
bottled up ;
"what for?" you'd ask.
no,
yearning is not a thing
i'm a stranger to ;
i've yearned for many things including
strength
sleep
serotonin
and you —
i've been struggling
to make them mine, though
perhaps because i'm never really trying.
v.
that's how you do it:
you take what you want with
clawed hands
accomplish miracles with
thunderous silence —
an entity of cruel fairness,
icy anger but —
what you want is a complicated
thing
with definite shape to your eyes
but blurry to those of
others.
okay,
i'm neither believer nor seer but
here's a little prediction :
the day you are satisfied is the day
hellmouth
shuts down upon us all and
half of me
prays for it.
vi.
about extremes —
some will say grey is a better shade and
though i confess
it does have its charms,
it still has to paint me a picture more striking
than a soul with
adamentine purpose.
see —
i stare as you pass by,
terrific in beauty
beautiful in hardness and
off —
goes my heart, sanity, ego
and shirt.
Sep 14, 2018
Sep 14, 2018 at 1:30 PM UTC
Look into my eyes.
Don't tell me you are fine.
I'd rather watch you break down and
Cry
Listen to you tell these ugly lies.
Let your words
Break into sobs
And let me watch as your once red tears
Turn clear.
Please tell me why you
Still do this to yourself.
Don't tell me what I want to hear.
Tell me why you break down.
Tell me what you feel
And the things you fear
Tell me how you got stuck
In this rut.
Let me listen
And don't think you're the burden
On my shoulder.
You should fear for youself
More than you do me.
You should be free
From these mosnters in your head.
But they keep dragging you down.
You need someone
But you keep running
Until you're all out of breath.
I'll try to help and try to understamd
But you'll just keep runing until your death
Sep 13, 2018
Sep 13, 2018 at 1:59 PM UTC
Why is it,
That whenever I think of you,
I feel you're thinking of me too?
Why is it,
That when I feel like falling,
You catch me before I can?
Why is it,
That when you look me in the eyes,
I can tell that you're holding back?
Why is it,
That when your voice begins to rise,
My heart just melts instead of matching it?
Why is it,
That when I am around you,
I get butterflies that only I can feel?
Why is it,
That when your voice is spoken aloud,
No one bothers to listen to it?
Why is it,
That you haven't found me yet?
Am I just as lost as you in love's maze?
Why is it,
That I haven't taken one more step,
Walking throughout the path you've shown me?
Sep 13, 2018
Sep 13, 2018 at 1:59 PM UTC
with all this work around me i start to wonder
when will i collapse?
collapse from the sleepless nights from too much worrying
collapse from the hours of homework that fill my days
collapse from the procrastination i can't cure myself of
collapse from the stress of all my commitments that haven't even started yet
collapse from the expectations that nobody has set upon me
but from the expectations that i put on myself.
collapse from all the love and support from my family and friends
because i never thought anyone could care this much about me.
i want to scream and shout that this much love in my life is so hard to feel grateful towards when my thoughts are constantly turning and wondering
when will i collapse?
- a.g.
Sep 13, 2018
Sep 13, 2018 at 1:59 PM UTC