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 May 2017 NourCreationz
Shanath
The whole sea of blood in me
Rushed to different directions
All at once.
Crawling and climbing,piercing
Veins and arteries, puncturing
Bones, skulls, ribs.
The air pushing and breaking,
Punching my lungs, my heart
Tearing me apart.
I woke and my scream pressed
Down, trying to make sense of
A haze -panic.
I was under attack, and my body
   Had tricked me, was dying, as my
Mind refused living.
I regretted and shamed myself
Having never learnt to swim, as
 Desert drowned me.
But who ever did try telling
You didn't need fire to burn
Ashes, embers flying!
Tuesday morning.
I woke up, to find my bedside empty.
There was a letter on the mirror,
I'd met someone else, "I'm sorry".
I decided to take a shower, but halfway through,
I remembered I forgot to pay the water bill.
I dry myself and decide to cook breakfast;
I also forgot to pay the gas bill,
tough luck.
I take off for work,
but forgot to gas the tank
yesterday night,
the car stops running by the interstate,
flashing red and blue lights stop by my car,
"License please" says the man with the funny shades,
seems though I also forgot my wallet in the living room table.
I begin walking to work with only a $250 ticket,
tough luck.
Great, I arrived to work ten minutes late, coincidentally
my boss was holding a meeting over low funds and
dismissal of some employees,
lucky me.
I'm the first one out, I gather my stuff from my desk,
and begin making my way out, secretary passing by spills coffee
on my "precious" belongings,
"Just trash them" I said,
tough luck.
Walking down an alley towards my apartment,
three creepy looking
dudes ask me for my wallet,
-as if I had it-,
"We'll just take the watch, and the coffee stained coat, great, we'll also kick your *** while we're at it."
Great, just great, fifteen minutes later I get up and walk home,
"Crap!" my keys were in my coat,
tough luck.
I tried going in through the window, funny, someone else did before me;
my house is missing anything considered valuable,
I walk into what's left of my living room, and find my wallet,
empty:
What a coincidence.
I just need some sleep, so to my room it is, great
it's also been sacked;
thankfully my back up phone was still under my nightstand.
15 missed calls from...my brother, voicemail says my father died while I was at work,
tough luck.
Nothing else can surely go wrong, right?
I reach for the gun under the bed,
they also stole that, just great!
Tough luck!...
Like a cold morning on a summer day;
as fast as the wings of a hummingbird.
Within the blink of an eye,
you gleefully traced a smile on my face.
Then you flew back to heaven leaving no trace.
Until I see you again my boy
The poet has put his pencil down;
the musician sat down his guitar.
He will no longer write with melancholy,
he will no longer sing the blues.

For he is too happy to be sad,
he's too free to keep the chains;
he's not sad and lonely anymore.
And she's the reason for his new hope.

He'll sing romance, he'll write sonnets.
He'll love and laugh and sing and cry,
but sadness will no longer meet his eye.
For he's too happy to sing the blues.
And how can I say I love you,
how do I put it in words,
when I draw my inspirations from sadness,
and for once I've found happiness,
in you.

I want to express my love for you in a thousand ways:
Claim I'll climb the highest mountain,
swim the deepest sea,
cross the biggest desert.
But that's a problem for me.

Like a god gets his powers from an elixir,
my ambrosia comes from sadness.
I'm not a happy ending kind of guy,
I write to death,
to losing,
to the defeated;
and for once you've changed all that.

But who cares if I can't write any longer,
who cares if I lost my touch.
I rather live happy having you,
than to write a million poems,
wanting so bad to hold you.

I'm happy that I have you,
and I just want you to know,
I love you.
 May 2017 NourCreationz
Cedric
It's summer I know,
Yet my soul is frozen cold,
Oh how juxtaposed.
Yet I've found some burning coals,
In an abandoned coal mine.
 May 2017 NourCreationz
Cedric
Love is a misery,
A tragedy as I replied.
You said it was a hassle,
And annoying and sad.
An unhealthy obsession,
Was your description of it.

You asked about confession,
If it'll make you feel lighter.
If the burdens of emotion,
Become weightless banter.
I replied yes with conviction!

Love was a tragedy...
Because now I'm left in misery!
Love was a hassle...
Because now I'm tired and hungry!
It was annoying and sad...
Now I'm jaded and awry!
Just reminiscing the only conversation we had... Why am I like this... I feel so empty...
In the Garden of Gethsemane,
alone while the world stood against me.
I was your shield while you cried on my shoulder,
yet to you I was only worth 30 silver.

You came and kissed me on the cheek,
stabbing the last knife on my chest,
Et tu brute? Why? You too?
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