Christina Philipe

Dec 2016

Nessa dieR

I can't sleep.
Every time I close my eyes to rest:
I see him,
And every single time:
He reaches out his hand towards me,
Asking me to dance.
but I don't
I never do
I'm not able to,
For I don't know how to dance.
And it kills me
Because
That is probably the last time I'll ever see him,
And I can't even have that one *last dance
With Him...

Redoing this poem from Jan 13

#love #dream #sleep #why #in #him #me #killing #my #without

Dec 2016

Nessa dieR

Don't

You sometimes wish
You had a rewind button?
*Second chance?

#love #10w #wish #rewind #chance #second

Dec 2016

Nessa dieR

A Hopeless Romantic

I think I fall under the category of
The Hopeless Romantic
And the thing about about me,
The  tricky  thing of
hopeless romantics
Is that,
when I say hello to someone,
(And that hello is magical )
When I fall in love
I never  Imagine that
That  Hello can turn into a good bye
And when I have a first kiss with someone
I never  ever  imagine that someday
That could turn into a last kiss.

#love #kiss #goodbye #romantic #me #hopeless #last

Nov 2016

Innocent

Broken

Tattered wings and a tarnished halo
But no one really knows
Working her wears strictly for the dough

Wondering blindly holding on tightly

The dream, the nightmare
The whole in her soul

Covered with batman bandaids
Knowing all along it was man made

Broken to the bone with a heart of stone

Broken

Christina Philipe Nov 2016

Wake up

Under the starry nights I wonder...

How it would be to fall asleep in the warmth of your embrace and wake up with that smile of yours...

If you feel my goodnight kisses every time I dream about you...

Where are you when I need you?

In the middle of all this fog, I seek from you, to steel one kiss or two, but you leave me... swimming in a bitter freedom...

Christina Philipe Nov 2016

Missing you

∞

I wish I could live within you...
I wish I could invade your mind...
I don't know how to make you love me...
I don't know how to earn your time...

∞

Nov 2016

Valsa George

Pirouette

On the stage she stood,
a sculpted image

With music,
she began to sway

With rising rhythm,
she gyrated in frenzied joy

Her body flowed like a droplet
on a slimy lotus leaf

As she revolved like a top,
I got lost
in the poetry
in motion!