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 Aug 2014 Hiraya Manawari
psyche
Red huge moon let me see your face
On a cold dark night I needed light.
Red huge moon may you show me your smile
For this moment I needed strength.

I’ve been in loved with an Adonis
A man I’ve always been dreaming.
I used to stare at those sweet smiles
From a distance I count his laugh.

I’ve been lonely, I’ve always been.
I cried for him, he didn’t cared.
I’ve been in blue, everything had always been.
I called his name, he didn’t even heard.

Red huge moon I beg to show me yourself
Red huge moon before I go to sleep.
Red huge moon as I dream he would love me, too
In an unattainable dream under the impossible red huge moon.
written: July 25, 2013
the night I met him
Everyone wonders if you cut
or have suicidal thoughts.
I can still be depressed
and not want to die
or hurt myself.
Everyone wonders if you're sad.
No one ever asks if you're
happy.
When I Learned to Run*

I Walk and walk and walk
Eyes are at my every step
I walk and walk and walk
Lips are narrowing my way
I walk and walk and walk
Few smiles, thousand grins

I walk and walk and walk
I stumble, fall, it hurts
My vision bubbles shame
My chest feels the surface of humiliation
I feel the gravity against me

The utters weakening my bones
It disperses all over me
But my heart holds sturdily
And so,
I kneel, launch and stand

My ears are back to reality
I walk and walk and walk
My feet, ankle, knees stronger
I Walk and walk and walk
One… two… three...four
I run, stronger, faster
Right from the start you started to act,
I’ve seen your passion in every wave of your hand.
Even tons of works created a great wall,
Still, I can see heart above all.

Millions of rulers measured your patience,
Thousand of situations made your day unbreakable.
Hundreds of mess distracted your silence,
Still, I can see heart above all.

Hurdles that come along your way,
Are nothing because of the strength of your sway.
Even those talls make you small,
Still, I can see heart above all.

Your desire have showed, you’ve proven it through your action,
To inspire and change the old, keeps everything in motion.
In times of choices, you even roll,
Still, I can see heart above all.

Sacrifices had proven your words,
The aura of commitment, responsibilities you owed.
Your sweet response to every student’s call,
Still, I can see heart above all.

Your deeds will reflect ‘til eternity,
I know it ‘coz I see your gaiety.
Someday the volume may be low,
Still, I can see heart above all.

East to west you are always the best.
North to South I have no doubt.
Years will pass; distance will be far as stars.
Obstruction will come; it’ll build a hall,
Still, what I see is a heart above all.
I sit and watch her bottom lip tremble,
And know that it's my fault.

The pieces that she can't assemble,
Are locked within the vault.

I sit and watch her eyes cloud over,
And have to look away,

She stills calls me her sunshine,
But I blind her with the rain.
She still calls me her sunshine,
Dispite the weathers change.
Thy Hollow Heart,
Thy dawn dispelled
Enshroud with a mask
Phantom of thy day.

Thy hollow heart,
will thee ever see?
Crouched in the darkness
Feeling futile.

Thy hollow heart,
A rigor mortis has made
Like an insipid flower
Driving the bees away.

Deserted and neglected,
Austerely exhaustaed,
Thy hollow heart
Only you can Pervade.

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This is my first english poem and I'm dedicating it to my first love :")
I hope you'll like it. And please do comment :))) Thank you!
I like to.....

to drink a cup of coffee
to listen to mellow tracks
to sit beside the window
to stare into oblivion

as I think of you,
as I watch my teardrops fall down from the sky,
as I watch them turn into floods of emotion
as I feel the cold breeze remind me your touch
as I taste coffee turn into blood
as I listen to mellow tracks become as enraged as myself
as I sit beside the window with the rain pouring on me
as I stare into nothing    


...as I think of you
    in hopes that you're thinking of me too  

these are the things I crave for on rainy days
but what I crave for the most is you
Does it rain only on my side?
One day, if all that is left of me
are words scribbled across a page,
I shall not feel lost or shamed,
But, feel bodied within this poetry.
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