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Pea May 2014
I'll soon graduate,
yet I cannot read one book
without reader's blocks.
This literary thing is trying to save me, but I can't even manage to finish reading a light book in a day, a week, a month, or a year, and so on. This is bad. Very, very bad.
Pea May 2014
I have this tone of
voice only you can listen
but can't bear to so.
Pea May 2014
It begins when a
butterfly dies. My stomach
is an insect grave.
Pea May 2014
Holding up tears is hard to do
Your shaking voice tells it to everyone
But you do it anyway.
Suppressing feelings is hard to do
It gives you massive headache you can't ever explain to anyone
But you do it anyway.

It takes more courage to live
And being brave is not lazy.
Trying hard is not lazy.
You are not lazy nor crazy.

This is called
Bravery.
Pea May 2014
Joy
Holding too tight to sorrow
high concentration acid
Melts
an ice cube
a season
a scar
opens

Know the joy
accepting pain
My school didn't
teach me that
Pea May 2014
I am not a fiction
I am not a dusty gem which needs to be polished
I am not worth to be kept

So here I am
Publishing drafts of bleeding heart
Disgusts you enough?

I desperately want to exist
Without a name
Nor fame
Internet gets me eternal
With other infinite impersonal noises
Pea May 2014
Sylvia save me
I don't really want to be
Ah! How you know me

Sylvia save me
Attraction of disaster
Natural insane

Sylvia save me
I'm starting to believe I
Won't suit for poetry
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