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Amare Leslie Apr 18
he realized
he wasn’t the
only person in the world
when he was lost
life to him was like a puzzle without any pieces that like a riddle without an answer
was useless

he had many secret habits
he would ******* every so often
he would pick his nose in the car on occasion
he would erupt in tears in his room alone
loneliness is not an uncanny state
for teenage boy
or poet

he took to procrastination
a habit which he didn’t want
for its results
and consequence
yet eventually temptation
would burn his conscience
with laziness

he had anxiety
when she was there
and jittery when she wasn’t
life to him
was a maze of frustration

trapped in the liver
he boxed his soul
like a special seed
planting it in his emotional lab experiment
to see what disease
would arise
to punish
him
Amare Leslie Apr 4
We
“When we were Young”

There was a feeling of attachment when I met you.
The feeling that we would always be together until the last mountain erode away; that there would be a moment when oceans could not split us apart.

We spoke once about lovers that would always be one,
and I think that’s why with time, I damaged your heart.

I think you always knew me better than everyone. And no matter how deep the love, a tree can’t always save her seeds. I know there’s horrific distance between us now. But just remember, we will always have those good memories and bond, and not even time can destroy that.
Amare Leslie Apr 4
“When we were Young”

There was a feeling of attachment when I met you.
The feeling that we would always be together until the last mountain erode away; that there would be a moment when oceans could not split us apart.

We spoke once about lovers that would always be one,
and I think that’s why with time, I damaged your heart.

I think you always knew me better than everyone. And no matter how deep the love, a tree can’t always save her seeds. I know there’s horrific distance between us now. But just remember, we will always have those good memories and bond, and not even time can destroy that.
Amare Leslie Apr 3
M.R.R
my emotions, unaccustomed to freedom
exiles from expression
live behind sound proof jail cells
until you descended from the heavens above
and came into my life
to teach me how to write.

She arrived
and with her came love
liberty of my heart
ancient memories of confined feelings.
She taught me that if I was bold,
I could learn to tear down those metal bars of fear around my soul.

She helped me forget timidity
with her love
I learned to be brave
I suddenly realized
that with every word I write
she’s their
I’ve come to recognize
love cost our entire body
and if we allow it,
it will set us free.
Amare Leslie Mar 29
You
You kept coming back into my life, like a broken record. We talk, we love, we split apart,we talk, we love, we split apart. Why let this happen more than once?

The first day I met you, I was sure Apollo envied you as you glistened in the sun. Luring me in with your bait, I got to know you. Lily, your name rolled off my tongue. For what seemed to be minutes was hours as I talked to you. You, you hooked me and reeled me in. We became best friends.

The first day I loved you, I was sure Aphrodite envied you as you took the breath from me. With every hug, with every smile, with every thought, our bond grew strong. You loved me and I loved what you gave me. Holding onto me like a trophy, I was the first fish you caught.

The first day we split apart, I was sure Ares envied my rage. The separation, the thought of what we could’ve been as you threw me away. Threw me away like another fish in the sea.

As time passes, you throw in more bait, and just like before, I think you’re “the one” as the process repeats and repeats and repeats like a broken record.
Amare Leslie Mar 8
I talked with you everyday
From the moment I saw you
I knew I was yours  
You said I was yours
I thought I was yours

Do you know what my father said
When he first heard of your name?
He said, “ sometimes love doesn’t last as long as we would like.”

You and your eyes froze all of my senses
Your smiles left my body feel drenched
You warmed my heart with each hug you gave me
You lit many fireworks inside all of me

I’m reading every sign that you gave me
I’m searching for every thing you hinted to me
For some kind of answer
And when I was yours
Everything seemed to glow outside

Now there’s no more signs of you
The whole world seems so cold without you
You’ve moved off to another place
Without meaning to
that kindred fire was replaced

Do you know what my father said
When he heard you were gone?
He said, “ I tried to tell you son,
sometimes love doesn’t last that long.”

You and your eyes bring back frozen memories
Your absence of smiles just leaves me all drench less
My heart has no warmth without you
Everything seems so dull now
I miss you
Amare Leslie Feb 23
You never could read minds,
but you had perfect answers to questions.
You didn’t tell me to be optimistic,
but taught me how to deal with adversity,
how to have faith, take pride, be patient,
be proud of who you are.
You don’t believe in God
but still carry all the church within you.

You never could read minds,
but you, you always could read body language.
A stranger might mistake you for a saint,
the way you would take rain, dark clouds, thunderstorms roaming about as your holidays,
the bad days you go through, without dwelling on them,
but you know powerful women have a tendency of doing those things.
You take your tangled heart and loosen it to everyone even if they don’t deserve it.

You never could read minds,
but you, you opened my heart to new ideas.
Told me how to love poetry
so that it could heal wounds of my past.
You told me life isn’t a fairytale, that it takes longer to build something than to break it, so love every second you have because you never know when you may lose it.

You never could read minds,
you said just have patience when failure lingers,
do not let failure weaken your determination,
learn to keep going when you don’t want to.

You never could read minds,
you mentioned forgive but never forget,
that when people break you it’s because they’re hurt inside,
that the best way to heal a wound is to accept it and move on because life is too short.

You never could read minds,
but sometimes I question if you read mine.
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