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Stephanie May 2019
and that is why
to be fool in love
is okay... I mean...
to smile for littlest reason
and sing lalala
the cheesy lines, PDA's
that's okay

but to fool your love
is never okay,
remember: you aren't a ****.








or are you? hmm
12:12 am thoughts
Stephanie May 2019
one day on his time,
poetry meets his prose
he narrates the words
on her verse
while she rhymes the hopes
in his paragraphs

one day on her time
poetry met her prose
she didn't know
he narrated the words
on her verse
so she secretly rhymed the hopes
in his paragraphs


poetry and prose encountered love
yet, they never met on the same timeline.
take the risk or lose your love at all?
you choose.
Stephanie May 2019
you are a beautiful mental disorder
that whenever my mind is thinking of you
it delivers me tickling signals in my stomach
giving me smiles in most difficult times,
pressures in my heart but lightly and gentle,
the symptoms aren't visible with bare eyes
so I tried to search my soul and meet yours
my knees are trembling and makes me fall
--in love for you
you aren't a disorder, I was kidding
you fixed me :>
Stephanie May 2019
I was walking home last night
my focus is torn between
the road that I was taking and
of course you knew it, the moon
it is always the skies, the stars, the sun
the celestial and astronomical "buddies" that I'll always cherish
calling them buddies for they witnessed me
and how I was, who I became and why it is me
it is them that will always have a special place in my heart
and yes, of course, except you
my heart for you can't even compare to those
significantly no, there is a universe-far difference
you are my daylight in the morning
my sun, you remind me to shine with you and smile
you are my moonlight when the night comes
my moon, you shine a light amidst of inevitable darkness
my star, my constellation, I could adore for a lifetime
my sky, you are my favorite shade of blue :>
my world, my galaxy, my universe, my aurora borealis
and all of that beautiful phenomena...

I was walking home last night
I smiled because I realized, even my home is you.
feels like home to be back at writing poems again! <3
Stephanie May 2019
a great way to start a day,
and a peaceful escape from a busy loads of work
sometimes in the night, I spent a sip
a really cozy taste of a brewed milky coffee!
'coz why not? ??
it makes everything back on its place (my mood for example hehe)
no one would notice that it smells like home
but I always do so whenever I recognize
an espresso or a latte, I close my eyes and smile
it is more than just a coffee, it is goodness in a cup!
1:45am and yes, I have a nice coffee for some company :>
Stephanie May 2019
ocd
walk on tiles
not on lines...

this must be just right here
that must be just right there

just few more millimeters
dang! rulers are life savers

walk on tiles
not on lines...

STUPID!

go back to the top!
right foot, left foot, stop

wash your hands, wash it clean
wash til it's bleeding clean

.PERFECTION.

walk on tiles
not on lines...

"hey, it's been a long time, how are you doing ..."

biiiiiiitch, why the hell she's standing on the crack!
blah, blah, blah, whatever boring small talk

hahaha yeah I'm fine :)

TAKE. A. STEP. BACK. NOW. DO. NOT. STAND. ON. THAT. EVIL. CRACK. YOU. DEVIL.

finally, I wonder why most of society
do not educate themselves well to act properly

walk on tiles
not on lines...


good job, self.
good job, self.
Imagine hearing that very very high pitch noise crippling the **** out of you whenever you or someone makes a one, single, minimal, mistake. That's cruelty.
Stephanie May 2019
one... two... three...
bright sky, nice dress!
'o hi there, my lovely friend,
your smile radiates today
pretty.

four... five... six...
get away off here!!
leave me alone,

cries and dies secretly inside
raining, storms, thunders,
fiery.


why are they laughing,
are they laughing at me?

glitches, palpitates and shakes
cold hands are slapping my face


who am I?
you. are. worthless.

seven... eight... nine...
shut the hell outta here!!!

evil laughs are screaming

'o hi there, my filthy, ugly other self
you're so stupid todaAaAay

hardly breathing

i bet no one loves you still ****
**** that hurts

head aches, cold sweating

ten... eleven... twelve...
stares at nowhere






--

"hey... hey, are you okay?"

"oh, yes! what is it again? :)"








one... two... three...
this is anxiety but written in whatever poetic words.
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