I see your eyes, I'm looking front with a heart that aches.
I'm still and the mirror breaks
my hand on beat with my chest just on cue
counting all the rhythms composing of you
a piece of my eye slowly drips from my cheek
is this it, am I at my peak?
you built a person but you left so soon
why?
couldn't have you stayed until noon?
I run, I run so fast chasing your trail
I pant till my breath turn pail
but I waited till the next you came
but to no avail, you did it again
and again
and again
I was hopeful when you came back from where you hid
until the last when you never again did
with the promises that you still held untrue
now I'm waiting for a day a mirror doesn't remind me of you.
Jan 6, 2020
Jan 6, 2020 at 9:49 AM UTC
The strong smell of coffee hit the breeze or the fan
Driving it to my smell, to my nose with a plan
What a blessing, what a gem
To be in a Coffee Shop at 9:30 Am
The sound of the chimes ringing, the glass doors swing in
The coffee lashing tin, the sound of the songs come so thin
How happy the sounds to them
In the Coffee Shop at 9:30 Am
Friends, business men, students, and fancy women
Anyone could be here from hero to villain
Where there's peace and mayhem
In a Coffee Shop at 9:30 Am
The ceramic mugs heat to the touch
With the temperature of the air conditioning and such
The dangiling of my skirt from waist to hem
The feelings I have in the Coffee Shop at 9:30 Am
The final taste of cake with coffee, mixture of frosting and bean
Last gulp of strong Arabica until the mug is clean
Still my favorite place from now and then
Me in a Coffee shop at 9:30 Am
Sep 24, 2017
Sep 24, 2017 at 10:58 AM UTC
Promise means a lot
But if they are set broken
Sorry means nothing
Feb 10, 2017
Feb 10, 2017 at 2:00 AM UTC
You were my hope,
My faith,
My love my everything
But you never knew
I took my chances the chances I can never take back
The time I spent trying to get your attention was enough to solve my problems
But then again you are one of them
I can't believe how stupid I am to fall in love with you
But I can't believe how lucky I am to meet you
Feb 10, 2017
Feb 10, 2017 at 1:56 AM UTC
When all is forgotten
It's like it never happened
All we went through
It's like nothing to you
We went through thick and thin
Through hell and heaven
But through the things I put you through
I guess now we are even
We were something only we were blind to see
Other people pushed us together but all we wanted was to be set free
Wouldn't you agree
I'm sorry all I thought about was me
I'm sorry I just needed air
But I was too selfish to see you standing there
This relationship was a mistake begotten
But it's fine when all is forgotten
Feb 4, 2017
Feb 4, 2017 at 11:24 AM UTC
my love is like the hardest level
of candy crush.
you will never reach it
but for some,
it's worth the rush.
too much to handle,
too high to touch.
Aug 24, 2016
Aug 24, 2016 at 6:48 AM UTC
*I like your hair
resting on your shoulders
like the weight of the world is absent,
and when the gentle breeze blows,
it simply moves in its direction.
I like how messy it is--
there is some kind of order in it,
and in this world where solitude
is a friend or a foe,
you give order and colour,
just like your hair.
I envy the boy who first
brush your hair from your face
as you give in to love's first kiss,
or the gentleman who will see you comb it
after a midnight bath, from his bedside.
Or he, most of all, who will witness it turn to gray.
I'll always dream of you, and
your hair swaying by the breeze.
Thank you, for at least, this vivid imagery
is forever mine to keep.*
Aug 24, 2016
Aug 24, 2016 at 6:47 AM UTC
It has been a year.
Instead of forgetting you,
I've spent my time waiting for the day
you'll change your mind.
People asked me if
I've already moved on, and I knew
I've moved backwards.
Back to the time we were together.
I still miss you.
I still long for your kisses.
I still dream of Saturday afternoons.
I still wish for Sunday mornings,
of evening meals together,
of motorcycle rides to the countryside.
**I am still here.
My poetry is my witness.**
Aug 24, 2016
Aug 24, 2016 at 6:15 AM UTC
I can't believe it
I've waited for this moment all my life
I've waited for her to break his heart
To leave him
But why?
Why do I feel pain?
Why does it hurt?
Why am I not happy?
Why?
Maybe it's because he's hurt
He feels pain
He's not happy
Maybe that's why
I can see it in what he writes
He still loves her
Cares for her
Wants her back
Or maybe it's the fact that he's still not mine
Or it's because he still loves her
Or he doesn't notice me as her replacement,
it's because he sees me as a sister or a friend
I might not be those things
But for me he'll always be
...Him.
Aug 23, 2016
Aug 23, 2016 at 8:38 AM UTC
Her soul her beauty her passion
Was just the little things there's more to mention
She had dreams like ballet and dancing
She was almost there but life gave her a ring
That ring gave her a man she thought she would love
But this is how her dream flew away like a dove
'its stupid' he said
All the words getting in her head
She was depressed and anxious about his opinion and threat
So she hid it from him there was nothing more to say
She did it and she stayed away
To think he loved her to think he cared to this his love he could always share
She hid this for a year or two
Until he found out about it from his crew
He sighed and got mad
Though he truly loves her he always have had
So as a husband he did his role
And nourished her life and soul
Aug 23, 2016
Aug 23, 2016 at 7:07 AM UTC