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Kate Nov 2018
Your presence lights up my day,
Your guidance glance my way,
Accept me for I feel tremendous rejection,
Stay, for I am craving of great satisfaction.

You brighten up my day,
In this cruel and rough way,
Here I am opening up the gate,
Our way is prepared, and I am saving the date.

I still keep on remembering your truthful essence,
That you will stay and never change,
Your presence brings up huge reminiscence,
Of this book that is running out of pages.

I'm still stuck on remembering your love,
But your love flew like a forgetful dove,
Now I am here walking alone,
Should I still stay and leave my hopeful clone?

My heart is breaking up into several pieces,
No one will pick up this shattered puzzles,
The old person that you love is now buried and decease,
Forget me for I don't need your selfish breeze.

Go now and turn yourself to dust,
For your love is full of lust,
You're the lover of my darkest night,
Glad that I am free and now I see my light.
Kate Nov 2018
Kate U. Garciano
Everything for you was for fun,
I’m stuck by your playful hand that I couldn't run,
Let me go for I need to be free,
Don't breath my air for I am not your tree.

I'm not the giver of the oxygen you're breathing,
I am not the source of everything,
But once I was your lover,
You're not ready and I blow your cover.

You told me that you're done mending,
Your heart is ready but you’re just pretending,
I'm your pill to ease your pain,
I'm just your rebound to take away the memories he left and pin.

Accept you back is what you want?
Guess what, I am done with my hunt,
You're so awful to be my prey,
You need mending for your heart is gray.

I am there when I notice you cry
I accept you for you need to try,
That love is not self-centered for it is wonderful,
And it can fix you for it is powerful.

Grow up and be mature,
For my love will bring you nurture,
For I am ready to sacrifice and change my culture,
But you're not ready for my love and it's the painful torture.
Kate Nov 2018
In a dark and stormy night,
I was inside a night club full of blinking lights,
People are dancing some are talking while others are drinking,
Enjoying the moment like queen and king.

I am sitting right next to a woman,
Some offered her drinks and ask for dance,
But she is wise and did not take the chance,
For she is into a woman and not with a man.

On the other side was a sad looking man
For he lost  his job and lost his possession,
Beer was his key to ease the tension,
But getting drunk is not the best option.

Outside of the club there was a poor child,
A hungry child standing in silence,
Asking for food from people with no conscience,
Ignoring him without thinking his life circumstances.

Right next to the child was a ******* boy,
The child shares his food and still enjoy,
Helping his friend is what he learns,
At his young age helping is his biggest concern.

As I realized from life situation,
We all have different problems that needs solution,
Lacking does not mean you can’t share,
And you should ignore and do not care.

We are selfish to think of our own desire,
Stepping into someone for us to acquire,
The great things that made us satisfy,
Of the things that are not permanent, but we still glorify.

Tears from heaven is what they are all praying,
Blessings that will end up their crying
That one day they'll wake up and change the future,
To end up their life sufferings and their greatest torture.

Tears from heaven is not the rain,
That when the sun rises water will drain,
We can be the tears,
That drives away their biggest fears.
Kate Nov 2018
I created poems of what I feel,
I'm certain and my intentions are clear,
I write poems for I know how to deal,
That love is clear but what happen dear?

I guess I expect so much of satisfaction,
What I feel is just the beginning of attraction,
Here I am wondering if this feeling are merely a fiction,
For I don't know if love is purely with white intention.

I created poems for free and full of honesty,
I'm scared of telling the truth that it will hurt my destiny,
A sad poet was once happy,
For she expects something and now she feels grumpy.

She viewed things differently,
Guess what, love won't work out on her way,
I hope this sad poet will live happily,
In her kingdom of foggy day.

The sad poet is not available,
For people who do not consider her as valuable,
That love is not fun,
That this poet is not ready to hide and run.

Her way of love is serious,
Everything for her is precious,
Love her for she is curious,
If love is really mysterious.
Kate Nov 2018
Walk with me in the garden of thorns,
For I am evil and you see my horns,
Two horns that builds my wickedness,
For I am evil with no consciousness.

Scream let me hear you plea,
For your calling sounds so glee,
Scream for me for I don't feel contented,
Come and touch me but you’ll get rejected.

Look into my eyes and feel the torment,
For you’re a fraud and you deserve judgment,
I was fragile and yet you lied,
Now, I am insensitive and my feelings died.

Kneel down and beg for my forgiveness,
For your weeping brings huge happiness,
Reason out, but I don't feel satisfied,
I am your Angel but I don't feel glorified.

You're my greatest treasure,
However, your presence was my great pressure,
Remember me when I was a fool,
When you played with my emotions and you made me your tool.

I was your puppet and you had fun,
Your game was so hard that I took the gun,
I'm your Juliet your greatest toy,
You're my Romeo but your not a boy.

Ask me where is my conscience?
I buried it for my action does not require prudence,
Ask me why I turn out to be a killer?
For you’re a fraud and your soul is on my master’s dealer.

Now, you're telling me that you never cheated,
And you’re so loyal for we are connected,
For you love me, and we are destined to be,
Who are you fooling the buzzing bee?

I learned a lot from a decisive player,
Don't get fooled and close your door,
For her scent is lovely but with a hideous odor,
Don't get fooled by her red dress for black is her true color.

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