Just in case I catch you looking.
Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 2:08 AM UTC
i hope you will love me
by the way i wobble when i look at your face,
the way i look away from your (beautiful, beautiful) eyes,
the way i talk too much when i talk about my favorite book which you don't understand,
and the way i mess up my words in the middle of my stories.
because these are all that makes me, me.
Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 7:49 PM UTC
I want to softly whisper
incomplete poems
on your collar bones
that don't rhyme with anything
but your heavy breathing.
I want to bury my face
in the curves of your neck
because you smell like the winter clouds
and I've been gazing at the sky
since you left.
Nov 15, 2014
Nov 15, 2014 at 1:10 AM UTC
it's been a while
since my pen last flew,
across the ocean
over the sky,
"i'm back," she whispers,
silently to my little thumb
and the other little fingers,
and they lived,
happily ever after.
i'm using a pen,
trying not to make any mistakes
for i've no bibs
for the little spills
from my clumsy self,
i'm just letting the words go
like how it should be
when things come straight from the heart,
that's how magic happens,
that's where i found you.
You? You.
Oct 6, 2014
Oct 6, 2014 at 7:56 AM UTC
Billions of years before we're here,
when Adam only had Eve to hold so dear
with the gardens so green, and the skies so clear
things were perfect, there was nothing to smear.
As the years go by, the buildings got higher
more concrete we see, trees are no longer together
our selfishness we feed, and we no longer bother,
oh Mother Earth, what have we done to Her?
Maybe one day when we lose everything,
(in fact now, do we still have anything?)
we'll learn how to appreciate something so charming,
and get back to the days where it wasn't alarming.
Mar 22, 2014
Mar 22, 2014 at 5:47 AM UTC
3 days since we last saw you,
that day when you went out of the blue
Gone with the wind, leaving us with no clue,
Please tell us what they say ain't all that true
Tell us you're still there,
and you're still standing strong
tell us you can still bear -
everything, and it won't be too long
till you are back in the arms of the people that care
Let this all be not just a lesson, but also a reminder
to me, to you, and to all of us.
How small we are, set side by side with our dear Creator
whose Will that we can only trust.
Please come back, MH370.
Mar 10, 2014
Mar 10, 2014 at 12:16 PM UTC
As the rocks crinkle with my very step,
with the leaves rustling through the wind
looking up, a beautiful sky i see
unfathomable and free,
just like how our dreams used to be.
As we grow older all that we hear,
"Study hard, don't be like her,"
"I've planned things for you dear,"
and "Stace, please, are you sure?"
So much insecurities, how do i start?
how do i learn, to follow my heart?
When will i go, to the places i long?
Hopefully soon i'll be somewhere i belong
Mar 3, 2014
Mar 3, 2014 at 11:37 AM UTC
"I love you, girl"
She didn't know that
that's the last time she'll ever hear
you say that you love her
"I love you, more"
Future plans, big dreams
crumbling down from the highest skies
leaving you now, with just cries
You paused.
And with a tint of breath
that she used to feel when she lay in your arms
that she'll never get to feel again,
"If you say so,"
You finally said with a hinge of laughter
hoping that things would seem a little brighter
not knowing that there won't be any after
and now there's not much left
no more little kisses,
just life-long misses
Mar 2, 2014
Mar 2, 2014 at 10:18 AM UTC