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When you read this for the first time you will 18 and I will be 16. But, No matter when you read this I will always be a little less then 2 years younger then you.
Maybe even, A little less mature than you
Definitely A little less kind than you
And always A little less smarter than you
I'll always be a little less than you. But in this moment and many moments after this one I love you
Even if you are older, smarter, and kinder then me
Poem I wrote for my boyfriends 18th birthday
I want this to be heard not read out like the books you reserve at the library
Forgotten as an adult willing to pay out of pocket for an escape that we all had as children, such an easy time to rewind to followed by emotions from a third mind.
Treated for the problem with glowing screens and repeated beats...
But that's past us, the history books (have been) will be rewritten by the youngsters a generation that slipped through the cracks after the X & Y before you would have heard of a millennial,
My passive aggressive ways are to think like a murderer and smile on the outside I wear a soul on my sleeve while the heart stays sheltered, remembering being curled up with that library book to read go dog go
Time escapes us when we escape from reality escaping out of dreams originally created to escape time,
A letter from Clever foxes to loyal hounds you too can be my friend to, just strip away the claims that I might cause you pain once you see who you are, then after I passed shed me the tears you would man.
The covers over our heads assure that we are in bed weighing the odds of whether that youth inside us has left.
Tell me now are you having fun yet?
because all my words have become redundant
no matter how many girls I talk to
there's only one that fits the shoe
that crystal slipper
only I know how much I miss her
others may take my eye
but only one has the heart
so when they say hi
in my mind I soon depart
to that place where we both live
where our beds sit side by side
when it's just you I'm with
this is where I hide.

It may all be an illusion
as I'm left with trick not treat
but amidst all the confusion
I know that one day we'll meet
for I believed your words
that what you said was true
even now it may seem absurd
that I will see this through.

If I want to save the princess
one must sleigh the dragon
for I embarked on this quest
that I cannot fathom
a never ending story
starts with just a page
as does my journey
sets foot from its cage
once I escape Narnia
and exit from the wardrobe
I will hold you near
without the need for hope
on that day that I emerge
I'll be young again
then all my words
I shall be living.
Originally written 19/11/14
 Nov 2016 CJSmigliani
Kem-Ann
said
i should
stop
smoking
for it
slowly
kills

but
nobody
see

how

loving you
in secrecy
puts me
to death
instantly

{kem-ann}
 Nov 2016 CJSmigliani
Abimael
I consume alcohol because it makes me forget
It makes me creative
It expands me ten percent of my brain
into infinity words in my brain database.
I am addicted to art, love and alcohol.
Because I feel lonely,
I still love myself, and this is why...
I am a drunk poet.
 Nov 2016 CJSmigliani
ghost girl
take your time,
it's alright to go slow;
but my god I want to know
how it feels
to kiss you.
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