she replaces her tears with laughs
awakens at night to avoid nightmares and the judgeful eyes of loved ones
she drinks away her confusions
smokes her way out of frustrations
injects affection into her heart of lust
feeds her mind with vindictive thoughts
she watched his love turn to doubt through her bloodshot eyes
and so,
she laughed to replace her eyes that didn't work
she laughed so hard until her stomach hurt
Aug 9, 2015
Aug 9, 2015 at 8:08 AM UTC
irritating itching creeping up my neck
annoying buzzes in my ear
screeching of the chalk board
the sound of knuckles cracking
the silence so noiseless it embarrasses my thumping heart
this is how my soul feels
Jul 29, 2015
Jul 29, 2015 at 3:43 AM UTC
A world without gravity
My body is floating with ease
I'm no longer breathing but I can still see
How the sky looks from underneath
There's something calming about the sounds of water being free
Nothing contained in a glass or flavored with tea
There's something beautiful about the darkness of the sea
Falling deep within the earth with unknown existence of other beings
A world without gravity
I'm no longer breathing but I can still see
Where Poseidon's gardens waltzes with the currents' swishing beat
Where water can remain in endless motion, barbarous and free
Where crying wouldn't exist, no tears but only expressions of grief
Where the sky is a psychedelic groovy scene from a lucid dream
I feel my last heartbeat before I sink into a lightless sleep
-K.V
Aug 4, 2014
Aug 4, 2014 at 9:34 PM UTC
I think that
Writing a poem is hard.
Maybe not just
A few words
On a few lines
But a masterpiece
Of your soul
Transformed into words
Called a poem
That transformation is hard
But oh they say
Poetry is easy
Anyone can write a poem
But few can write it in
The ink
That their soul bleeds.
Aug 4, 2014
Aug 4, 2014 at 9:22 PM UTC
can we run away to an island just for us two
we could watch the ocean underneath the moon
wanting nothing else but to wake up next to you
looking at each other the way lovers do
bathing naked in the lagoons
surviving on fish and sweet fruit
stranded by choice like romantic fools
thinking no one could feel what we do
Jul 25, 2014
Jul 25, 2014 at 1:32 AM UTC
your nightmares are my dreams
your terrified of death
death leaves me intrigued
drugs and sleep may take you away
but death would be my eternal escape
Jul 16, 2014
Jul 16, 2014 at 4:18 AM UTC
there are different types of crying
each of us has at least one or two
and from my point of view
the most used is the one without tears,
when the soul cries loud and everything in the body hurts.
and there is another one that goes hand in hand with rain
you're between droplets, crying and nobody can see the tears.
Jul 11, 2014
Jul 11, 2014 at 9:50 PM UTC
Love should be a warm embrace
My embrace chokes my lovers
They leave, terrified and running
A love too much
A love too strong
I can't help my grip
Too eager and too alone
I keep my heart to myself for a while
Hoping for someone with a love like my own
Jul 10, 2014
Jul 10, 2014 at 4:39 PM UTC
I felt droplets of anxiety trickle down my forehead
My mind was malfunctioning at the thought of you
Being next to me for the first time
I bit down on my lower lip, focusing on inhales and exhales
A knot in my throat forbid me to say what I've been dying to say
With my heart in my mouth but my lips sealed
He took my hand
My hand folded so perfectly into yours
Electricity traveled through my veins, my heart quickened its rhythm
You smiled
I was powering up at lightening speed yet shutting down simultaneously
You rubbed your thumb on the edge of my spongy palm
A kiss softer than feathers you daringly brushed upon my cheek
Your touch was idyllic
I felt my pupils dilate in the utter darkness
One last exhale escaped from my motionless lips
I disintegrated.
-k.v
Jul 3, 2014
Jul 3, 2014 at 10:09 PM UTC