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Adele Feb 2017
When I was fifteen,
I first felt the butterfly
somersaulting inside,
under a summer sun of July
a fleeting moment
took chance on an empty school hallway
staring at his dark brown eyes
there was a flicker that created power
in a millisecond
That light became a balance
to a thing we called 'relationship'
In that age, the light turned into a glint
until there is nothing else to see
we were blind

When I was twenty,
my mind was abuzz
from the humming of
lectures and piles of paper in my desk
I am dosed by the entice of caffeine
and would sometimes love to
go further until I get to the end of the world
but I'm tired of going in circles
it is round

When I looked back from what I have
started they said I've changed
My reflection exhibits a portrait of bleak
I listened to the whisper,
never trusted the reverie in my head
how could something fragile become robust?
how does a person survive from a fall?
how do you keep pushing when gravity's winning?

I just see how humans could be so much more.
The one
that used to hold you up
can often end up being the one
that buries you,

Deep down
beneath the damp, cold,
lonely ground,
you are placed
with your broken lifeless heart,
your ripped-out soul
and what ever else
is left of you.

By Lady R.F ©2017
Adele Jan 2017
melancholy
is a beautiful sound
that reflects one's entirety
a song made for a soul
that never sleeps
it is not just a mood
but a color of either black or blue
It gives sepia when remembering good times
A feeling that gets you mope and hope
melancholy lives in you and me
play the sound, feel the waves
and drown in its monstrosity
Adele Nov 2016
They didn't know that
some pretty laugh and a smiling face

could stir a havoc inside.
Adele Nov 2016
maybe what people
usually say is true
3am thoughts
is a curse that turns
your day soul into blue.
Adele Aug 2016
I am my own prisoner
from the hidden
thoughts that battling in my mind
and for the opinion
that won't even matter
in people's lives

There is a person inside
screaming; wanting
to get out

But a voice of me whispered
that she has to
stay for awhile

There was silence
as she sat on her own shadow
being careful,
not to make any sound.
How hard can it be to simply be yourself? :(
Adele Aug 2016
her eyes looked at me with faith
hinting there's another way to live
She has a little world inside her head
since we were young
and the moment she graduated,
I knew she's almost there

I am one of those people who
will be forever stuck in this small town
No one believes in me,
Well, I don't trust myself either
What do I know anyways?

The tear in my knuckles, taste of blood
from the endless fight, forever be on my father's side and knowing there's no hope in my mother's misty mind. This is how I live and this is how my every day work.

I have to let her go. We live in the same place but two different worlds.

I have to walk away although it might hurt us both.
'inspired by the book Where All Lights Tend To Go'
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