I see the birds
Flying high and low
In this beautiful morning sun
I'm sure they'll be singing
And chirping away
Waking at this time of day
I see the river nearby
Shining brilliantly of silver whites
Splashes in the glorious sun
Im sure the humming
sounds so marvellous
With some bubbles perhaps?
I see two dogs playing on the grass
Their teeth showing
Rolling on their backs, getting dirt
I'm sure they'll be barking playfully
Sounds of happiness
While I watch them play
The leaves by my side
Moves endlessly
The colourful flowers opens up wide
I'm sure there'll be sounds of rustling
While the winds rushes
Picking the pollens as they go
I see all the beautiful surroundings
But I hear no sounds
Making my day so quiet
I see with my eyes
And use my eyes to hear
Making the most of it
My ears are no use to me
For I am deaf as a post
My eyes are my ears
What I see are beautiful
And the silence don't stop that
I let the imagination go wild
Jul 3, 2015
Jul 3, 2015 at 1:27 AM UTC
I know I'm ******* at poetry
But I don't care
I just writes what I can
No matter where
I'm no good with words
Nor I am with the mop
But if it makes me feel better
Then why should I stop
It takes my mind off
Once I write what I want
Then once I finish
I can just change the font
This makes me happy
So just let me be
You can think what you like
I'll still be me
Jul 2, 2015
Jul 2, 2015 at 11:32 AM UTC
The atoms that make up
The outermost layer of my skin
Repel yours the least
In some sort of metaphoric nuclear fusion
Though we may not release photons
With each touch
And we're not quite travelling fast enough
To create such an explosive reaction
In a physical sense
It seems that you still turn
my mass
into energy
Jul 2, 2015
Jul 2, 2015 at 11:05 AM UTC
I see a girl
Looking at me
She looks so pale
So white
Her eyes are shining
So wide
She looks so thin
Her ribs are showing
The bra looks loose
Hanging on her shoulders
Her hair ties back
Up in a messy bun
The girl looks at me
And I look at her
She looks so tired
She seems to be in pain
I feel so helpless
That I couldn't do anything
I reach out to touch her
She did the same
The cold hits my fingers
It's hard and solid
Realisation hits
Shock look upon her face
That girl
Is me
Jul 2, 2015
Jul 2, 2015 at 9:33 AM UTC
Do you really know me?
Can you really say that?
Do you really know me
For who I really am?
I've heard things you've said about me
That are not really true
So why should you think that I'm that person
When I really wasn't
You say I love my sleep
Getting an early night
You say I love spending
On anything I see
You say I love drawing
Drawing all day long
You say I love staying at home
Just resting my feet
You say I'm girly
I love doing my nails
You say I love my make up
Having my hair down
You say I love cleaning
Tidying up the house
You say I love doing the housework
Like a proper housewife
You say I love going to the gym
Burning my muscles
You say I love champagne
Drinking wine all night long
You say I'm always happy
Because I smile
You say I look fine
Nothing wrong with me
You say I love cooking
Because I made homemade food
You say I prefer to watch TV
Rather than play in the garden
You say a lot of things
That I never said I love doing
You say things that are not true
So why did you say that?
Please don't think what I'm like
Don't think of the things you think I love doing
Don't think or guess because it's not fair
If everyone else gets the wrong idea too
If I tell you what I really am
You'll be surprised
I am not who you thought I am
Apparently
If only you'd listen to the words I say
And ask me nicely if that's what I love doing
Just don't jump into conclusion
And assume that's who I am
Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 8:27 PM UTC