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 Jun 2016 Aarushi Vijay
IamMsIves
Feel my tears as it pour you today

It's the simple and only way

To let you know

That I love you

Oh God,

Don't stop the rain

The rain and my tears

Are one and the same.

8.11.14
I was talking to a friend on viber and tears just keep on flowing.
 Jun 2016 Aarushi Vijay
Camila
YES!
 Jun 2016 Aarushi Vijay
Camila
Just say yes.
Yes to good mornings
   and late night talks.
Yes to Monday Night Football
   and Friday Night *****.
Yes to you singing to me all your favorite songs,
   yes to do it off-key,
      yes to do it out loud.
Yes to writting you poems
   and watching tv reruns.
Yes to dancing... even in silence,
   yes to do it without asking.
Yes to letting me love you,
   to holding you tight,
      to feeling the breeze
         while your hand squizes mine.
Yes to your fingers curlying my hair
   and me messing with yours.
Yes to that smile so bright,
   yes to sinking in your eyes,
      yes to your strong arms
         that lift me of the ground.
Yes to hearing you say
   how I make you proud,
      yes to the way you make me feel on a cloud.
Yes to repeating these things many times,
   yes to living a life to fill a thousand lines.
Yes to happiness,
   to our ocasional wildness.
Yes to planning,
   and sharing,
      to trusting
         and never questioning.
Yes to a chance to show you how I feel.
Do you want to build a life of dreams?

     Please, say yes...

                      ...at least say maybe.
RM.
Inspired by Bon Jovi's Do you want to make a memory.
 Jun 2016 Aarushi Vijay
Lenny M
I lick my lips,
Then tenderly kiss your neck,
I hold your waist with sweet caress,
My hands appear rugged
But have a soft touch,
I want you to feel my Love,
My Love,
So my fingers rub your cheek
While whispering in your ear
"You're A Blessing"
Then look into your eyes
Which are filled with anticipation
And ask if you're ready,
For me to pleasure
One of God's greatest creations,
Your Body
I hear the quiet gulp
And the word trips and stumbles
Out of your mouth
timidly Yes, confidently ravish Me,
I take my tongue since I no longer need it for talking,
And stroke it around the rim of your lips , ever so slowly,
I feel your breathe breathing me in,
So I hold the back of your neck
And kiss you Deep , Oohh so deep,
**** these lips as if they were candy from my childhood,
And bring you into Me
I start to unbutton your blouse

TO BE CONTINUED
*Wink*
 Jun 2016 Aarushi Vijay
Ciarra
Yes, I'm okay.
No I'm not.

Yes, I'm just really tired.
No, I'm tired of living.

Yes, everything is fine.
No, my world is crashing down around me.

Yes, I'll be fine
No, you'll be lucky to see clean wrists tomorrow.

Yes, I've been eating.
No, I haven't eaten, when I do, I throw it back up in disgust.

Yes, I feel confident.
No, I just wish I was perfect.

Yes, I'm fine being alone.
No, I just want somebody to love me...

Yes, I'm telling the truth*
No, I'm telling the truth.
Genesis Luna Serenity
 Jun 2016 Aarushi Vijay
urooj
I once knew a girl who was a collector of broken things,
From the chipped porcelain jewellery boxes
And fractured photo frames
To me, the most broken object of all

She liked to fix these damaged objects
Because she saw the beauty that lay in them
And carefully she glued me back,
each piece held together by her love
until I was whole again.  
*(u.f.m)
This is my first poem ever so please, be gentle.
Wake up, bake it.
Give no *****, fake it.
Days spent, nothing.
Nights dreamt, loving.
Kids home, screams start.
MTV, Mario cart.
Big sis, no heart.
Big sis, love art.
Paints herself, always red.
Wishes herself, always dead.
Snapped wrists, knuckles bled.
Voices always fill her head.
Moms home, red eyed.
***** bottle, she always lied.
Names Jeff, *******.
Names Ben, ******* too.
Daddy says, he wants to die.
Comes in my room, starts to cry.
He's been googling, clean suicide.
Asks the same question, who am I?
Brother screams, stamps his feet.
Sisters crazy, no nice and neat.
Go in my room, close the door.
Try not to breathe, lay on the floor.
Try not to cry, punch a door.
Try not to die, try not to soar.
Hand swollen, can't move.
Pack a bowl, for one not two.
Breathe in deep, let it sit
Listen to music, begin to slip.
Drink a bottle, finally faded.
Drop the mask, no masquerading.
Pass out, dreams are waiting.
Pass out, finally escaping.
Lydia, Lydia,
There are broken angels
beneath your skin.

Your face is stone,
and white as snow,
where the color should have been.

Your husband is by your side,
middle school passion left undead.
Your sister over your right shoulder,
smiling like the day you wed.

You don't hear Zach's talk of cereals,
but a tight smile shows on your face.
The greif streaked grime of tears and salt
rims your neck like wedding lace.

Tomorrow you will rise
and pour milk into your bowl.
Look across the table,
just to feel your crushing soul.

To not see the eyes
that were there for twenty years.
To share no more secrets,
or confide her sisterly fears.

You both spent your life devoted
to three hundred sixty-five words
of repiticious hope.
Only to wake up with the flipping of a page,
to find a car bent in ash and smoke.

This hollow eyed shell I saw in the store
clenched her teeth up tight,
to suffer along like the people of The Book,
and hold Faith to Father of Light.

You made me shed tears for you,
Madison,
because you made me come to see
I would never leave my little sister
By any of my own means.

I felt cheated for you,
so joyous in your Word.
To spread the light of God
to every part of Earth.

But now you are away,
taking flight,
still this young.
I go home with knotted throat,
and my eyes felling as if theyd been stung.

I've been thinking of you both,
Sisters,
by blood and faith.
I'm so sorry for your loss,
the unknowing,
all the rage.

I weep for you, dear Madison.
You lived only in a blink.
But I weep for you still more, Lydia.
And I pray that you won't sink.
A passing of the eldest sister in our home town this week, her sister having been a classmate. A devestation, to say the least.
When I kiss him
It feels as if it were the sun and the moon, when they kiss at dawn.
 Jun 2016 Aarushi Vijay
Poetic T
early dawn rises
bluebells elegantly chime
breeze awakes petals
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