As I write this, I am unsure of what is next
or the next to the next
or what would fill in the blank pages
or what would calm down my inner rages
They say, “We all write to express.”
but what if my pen refuses to?
I try to talk but my mouth closes
excluding myself, who else to woo?
I drown myself in a plethora of words
but none of them seems to match what I feel
My futile musings, nothing could nurse
I swear to all gods, nothing feels worse!
Feb 15, 2015
Feb 15, 2015 at 2:21 AM UTC
she doesn't
look at other guys
the way she
looks at you
you don't
look at her
at all
winonymous
Mar 10, 2014
Mar 10, 2014 at 11:07 AM UTC
It’s quite surprising how people change
How people grow
How people learn
How people find who they really are
People change in the speed of a jetplane
You wake up in the byproduct
but never get to see the process
A ballerina that was once wimp
Walks into the coffee shop one busy afternoon
Those who never even looked at her
Would die to befriend the brand new her
People change without them noticing
People change when they find the purpose of living
People change without a warning
People would bloom
but others would rather wither
Some would choose to be the fruit
While others would rather live as the root
People change in years
In months
and even in days
People come
People go
And before you know it
You, yourself have already changed.
winonymous
Mar 9, 2014
Mar 9, 2014 at 6:30 AM UTC
you can't see my love
for you're not looking
you can't hear my whispers
for your ears are covered
you can't smell my perfume
for you don't recognize it
you can't feel my love
for you no longer know me
winonymous
Mar 6, 2014
Mar 6, 2014 at 12:03 PM UTC
you are the kind of
poetry i will never
get tired of reading
winonymous
Mar 6, 2014
Mar 6, 2014 at 11:44 AM UTC
my lipstick stain, i didn't wipe
off the cup of coffee we shared last night
i just wanted to make sure i left a mark
to the mind of the person who stole my heart
winonymous
Mar 6, 2014
Mar 6, 2014 at 2:27 AM UTC