*Hope dashed
To play with
Drenching drops which
Mirror her thoughts
The world cries with her
At the injustice
The wars and hunger
Fills her heart
I call after her but she
Is already gone
There is no hope for us
Unless we become it*
Dec 17, 2012
Dec 17, 2012 at 12:07 AM UTC
****** from this dry earth
Where your soul once flourished
You were stolen
Suddenly your body failed
as your daughter watched on
You were gone
No one to console her
She cries for her mom to come home
Now an orphan**
Dec 12, 2011
Dec 12, 2011 at 12:52 AM UTC
*My vocabulary is not large enough to contain you
To figure you out and narrow you down
I approach problems with a calculator in hand
To be precise in my answer
But you have no numbers or bounds
You are infinity
Too hard to wrap my head around
and something science cannot explain
There are infinite number of feelings that swell up inside me,
and an infinite number of words would be too few to describe you
Some people narrow these feelings down
and call it love
I would rather search through those millions of words
before settling on four small letters.*
Dec 7, 2011
Dec 7, 2011 at 3:48 PM UTC
Their way:
Nothing final about it.
They will haunt me for the rest of my life.
Getting into a good school
Earning a good living
What would I do without a white collar job?
A fancy car?
A perfect life?
Mine:
I will write poetry while everyone is in a fury.
I will try, but I will not take it too seriously.
I believe in grades as much as unicorns.
Do I do well? sure, but I know something they don't
That life is more than numbers and dollar bills.
It cannot be boiled down to physics and chemistry
We might be governed by laws and rules
but I refuse to let them predetermine the rest of my life.
Dec 6, 2011
Dec 6, 2011 at 2:51 PM UTC
I am suffocated by their eyes.
These watchful expectant glares keep me trapped inside.
My mind fails me as jumbled ugly words project like slimy *****
What they expected is fulfilled and in that fleeting instant all hope for me to
change in spite of myself is lost.
And the d
o
w
n
w
a
r
d spiral commences, they look away and shake their heads as their thoughts manifest.
There is no hope for me now.
Dec 6, 2011
Dec 6, 2011 at 2:27 PM UTC
I cannot write sappy love lines. I have no use for them.
They will not feed me or clothe me or bathe me.
Therefore, all I can say is I have no use for love.
It only leaves and takes and breaks.
No one needs love, especially not mine.
The love of an unlovable is never enough for anyone.
And I try to explain it to you, but you won't listen
Love has poisoned your mind... Just like it did mine not too long ago.
You reach out to me, but the man who came before left a six foot four fortress surrounding me.
I'm left cold and hard to escape the silly sappy love that I would rather do without.
Dec 6, 2011
Dec 6, 2011 at 2:22 PM UTC
Smokey room clouds my mind.
I reach for you as the outline of your face breaks the fog, but my hand only meets the damp air.
Instead you e x p l o d e into sparks of gold and red.
The dim light captures the shimmering cascade which now surrounds me.
I look to the clouds on my left and begin to scatter you throughout the night sky.
I have not abandoned you for no matter where I am the sky is always with me.
Longing and desperation fills me heart from dawn till dusk....
but at night we shall be together
And when I die we will share a permanent home in the sky among the stars
Dec 6, 2011
Dec 6, 2011 at 1:44 PM UTC
I feel an irritating tick in the back of my head.
A ghost whispers your name in my ear, with urgency and a
fierce persistence. I crave to drink in our silence as we intertwine in
warm thick sheets. We would stay in our own world, where we only have
each other and we live without food or water. United we don't even come
up for air. Instead, we live off each others sweet sweat which is more
than enough to sustain life on this musky afternoon. Together we are
transparently aware of our selfishness in each other but can't seem
to pry ourselves apart. As Life would be, however, you haven't
called and if you did what would I say. I'd rather
live as a figure in this still life than find
out that it can't come
true.
Dec 6, 2011
Dec 6, 2011 at 12:34 PM UTC
White foam drifting, turquoise waves swaying gently
to the shore. Looking out to open endlessness. Feeling
insignificant and vulnerable, yet relaxed as the sand
between your toes massages away every pain.
Carelessness fills up your rosy body as heat heals
your bones. Dancing overcomes you as you spin alone
on the crest where sea and land embrace. Your mind
is finally blank in thought and peace settles throughout
the delicate shades of the bright blue horizon which
is reflected by the sun deep down into your soul.
Dec 6, 2011
Dec 6, 2011 at 12:15 PM UTC
I take back every secret I told you
and all the laughs we ever shared. I really
don't even like you that much. I don't
like your perfect white smile or
your honest eyes. I can't stand looking at
your rosy lips or your towering shadow
next to mine.
But most of all I hate how you look
at me because I know it will
never be with the same passion
I have for you. I can't stand trying to
convince myself against my love for you.
It's easier not to care, but it still hurts to hate.
Dec 6, 2011
Dec 6, 2011 at 12:11 PM UTC