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Y Rada Jul 2016
Will you still love me
with my special disease: Hepa B?
will you still say that you adore
and cherish me forever more?

Will you still kiss me sweetly
with my special disease: Hepa B?
will you still comfort me in embrace
and in your arms I find a safe place?

Will you still hold my hand gently
with my special disease: Hepa B?
will you still give me white roses
read silly notes while bumping our noses?

Will you still want to have a baby
even with my special disease: Hepa B?
will you still be my man in the future
and love me even if there's no cure?
**Dedicated to all victims of this silent killer: Hepatitis B.
May God give us strength from any pain..
May Jesus' name shall reign forever in our hearts...
Life is still beautiful..**
  Jul 2016 Y Rada
Koh Pei Yi
I mourn the loss. I bury you underneath the soil beneath the earth- the past the present and the future.

You are like the flower I adore, budding and blossoming, pollinating and withering, but there is only one you. As your petals fall your body wilting, you lay still as colors fades into dullness, I mourn the loss.

I mourn the loss. The brain the body and the soul. Your eyes they blink, your mouth they smile now replaced by once upon a time- you were once alive.

I bury you in the abyss of my mind with the trace of your life you left in my heart. When the rain pours as the wind howl, my tears will mimics the raindrops on my face and I will wail along together with the death of my drowning sane. I mourn the loss.

I mourn the loss of what could have been the forevermore but with death comes life.

I bury you underneath the soil beneath the earth- the past the present and the future. A life will emerge from remains of the loss. But before that I will mourn, the loss of all there was to it.

I will mourn.
Y Rada Jul 2016
Center
wet and wild
Middle
a sticky ride
Below
heat hot heat
Above
tickle hurt tickle
Center
burst white flame!
Y Rada Jul 2016
My eyes are closed and yet
You delight my very senses
You are so soft and so smooth
Heavenly scent awash my soul
You are created solely for desire
Come and fulfill my cove of lust
I surrender to dark temptation
Fill me with your forbidden flavor
Oh Chocolate I will marry you!
Y Rada Jul 2016
I was a flower starting to bloom, curious on life, wanting to love, starving to dream of worldly and unworldly things. The little girl inside me was dancing with glee as I waited to be eighteen. An age to be an adult.

I wanted to be free.

My flower withered in these ten years past. I wanted too much of everything yet I never saved anything for myself. I gained something and I lost a lot. I reached almost the peak and here I am back at the beginning.

Freedom has its responsibilities.
Y Rada Jul 2016
Twenty seven years:
Of doubt and fears
Silence and tears
Future is unclear.

New identity embrace:
Not just a fad or craze
Done walking in a maze
Yep happily I am an Ace.
Y Rada Jul 2016
I am crying not because I am jealous of your lot. You deserve that happiness friend. You deserve that love that you have kept and nurtured for ten seasons of summer and rain.

I am not tearful because I am afraid that in time I will be alone. I will never be able to experience clandestine kisses nor embraces from another. I expect and prepare myself to be on my own.

I am weeping because as I assist you on your wedding day it will be the last time that we share that moment as maidens. The thread of being sisters of circumstance will be cut as you say “I do”. Somehow our worlds will part as your groom will take you by his side.
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