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I picked a flower in May just to watch her blossom all for myself
Beautiful and brilliant I sat her in a glass on a shelf
I added water so she wouldn't go dry
Magnificence such as hers I couldn't let die
I watched as she grew
Time flew and flew
Her petals orange and blue like a vanilla sky
As she prospered and danced I noticed a change
Something very strange that caught my eye
Her stems became vines intertwined simultaneously with my poetry and life
In place of green,
She overflowed out of the glass in white sheets of paper
And it was there she made her illustration so divine
A perfect drawing of a heart
That turned out to be mine
The needle
Completes a second

The needle
Completes a minute

The needle
Completes an hour

The needle
Completes and completes

Until the clock stops
Until silence arises,

the last tick tock

-Kaya
We are only human..
We have scars that remind us of the battles that we've dealt with..
We are strong, to have held on for this long..
Misconception of the mind can make the whole world blind,
and define all the beauty in life, unless you hide...
The things that matter the most, are soon to slip away..
As the earth with holds such dismay...
As the Leaves fall slowly, like hearts and tears feel like acid running down your cheek,
A burning sensation that overwhelms your eyes, haunts you forever... Insecurites wont get the best of me .. like the rest of society
That's when I realized
I wasn't in love with you
I was in love with the thought
of what we could be
The feeling of finally being appreciated
The way you complimented me
and treated me like a princess in the beginning
That's what I was in love with...
your words
In the end, those words became harsher
and we couldn't bear it any longer
So here I lay, writing this in thanks
for teaching me that
yes, words can be quite lovely
but after all
actions speak louder than
        *words
My heart burns and swells
At the mention of her name
She releases a great emotion inside
A great releif and pain

For every thing i say before her
Everything i mention
Brings about great toils
And may spark an intervention

I love her more than words dictate
I love her more than love
And i would hope her to love me too,
And our love...no matter what

Sometimes i say some stupid things
And they bite me in the ****
She gets upset, and throws a threat
And she doesnt say she loves...

Its not her fault
I dont deserve
A beautiful angel...still,
I will sacrifice the earth...
And my entire will...

my heart can barely take the pain
And the grief of being alone
So i will do my best to show...
Annie, I am always wrong
I am not worthy of her love...she is perfect and kind and i always upset her...i should learn to shutup and love her with my silence
tea
for the unfinished assignments
for the time of the month
for the boy who douses you with salt
for trying to feel loved

wine
for your tired eyes
for your loneliness, a butterfly
beating its wings on your ribs,
for trying to grasp
what freedom is.

my darling,
don't you love to heal?
don't you love to escape?
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