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 Sep 2015
Lily
I am the captain of my ship
No other scallywags can tell me
When to port or to sail
Just like in love
 Sep 2015
Lily
There was this girl who likes to write dark, lonely poems
Until this unnamed guy came along.


Leigh Herondale  *September 2015
Just when I thought i'd never see him again, I saw him :) :) :)
 Sep 2015
Lily
There's something about love that makes you the person you never expected you'd be.


Leigh Herondale  *September 2015
 Sep 2015
Lily
I don't know if it is because of running
Or if the air-conditioner is set too high
But my heart is racing
Can't stop my hands from sweating
Just because I saw you.



Leigh Herondale  *September 2015
 Sep 2015
Lily
What is it about you guy in white
That sets fire to my heart
Adrenaline cursing through my veins
I don't even know where to start

What is it about you guy in white
That sends me running to the core
Though try as I might I fail
You're just too precious to ignore

What is it about you guy in white
That makes me want to write a song
Do things I've never done before
Go places I never dare explore

There's something about you guy in white
That stirs and calms my storm
It's been restless for a while now
Ever since that day you came along



Leigh Herondale  *September 2015
 Sep 2015
Lily
I can't wait
to leave this town.
 Sep 2015
Lily
Piece of advice;
When a person is sad
Don't ask why
Just be there for them
And you'd be a thousand
times more appreciated.
Cliche but true.
 Sep 2015
Lily
Death is constant
Death is inevitable
Death takes away the pain and misery
Death is the most certain thing
We can ever expect from life
At some point
Love and happiness may fail
But death will always succeed


Leigh Herondale  *September 2015
I may speak about death but i'm not suicidal, nope, not yet.
 Sep 2015
Lily
It keeps me going,
It's keeps me sane,
It calms my mind,
When so many thoughts flood my brain
It gives me a chance to let out
The deepest, darkest feelings
That had been since buried
deep inside my lonely heart.
Poor poem. Pardon
 Sep 2015
Lily
She has those glorious locks and luscious lips,
And tiny legs that match her perfect hips.
Whenever she smiles everyone seem to stop,
Whenever she speaks people listens up.
Everybody loves her.

She's a star, a very good teen actress,
Mesmerizing the crowd is what she does best.
On twitter she has millions of followers,
Fans that watch her every move, every hour.
Everybody loves her.

She's sunken, sick, and frail,
Thin as a stick, ghostly pale
The doctors say it won't be long
Until the time she'll take her final breath and be gone
Everybody suddenly loves her.

This is our world,
The sick society we are in.
In here, nobody really cares,
Unless you're pretty, famous, or dying.
I've always loved the line "Nobody really cares unless you're pretty, famous or dying" and for me that was absolutely true and I hate our society for that so I got inspired to write this. And, this poem is a shout out to every girl that goes unnoticed and has very low self-esteem-- like myself. You are worthy, you are loved, you are relevant just like everybody else, so please don't think so lowly of yourself. You might not know it right now but someday, someone will think of you as though you are their world, like the sun rises and shines with you, and will love you much that will make you forget every insecurity you're having right now. Please don't give up just yet. Smile :)
 Sep 2015
Lily
You picked up my poem so I guess you want to know
Of such old story I witnessed long ago
Some might sob and feel their heart tear
Others might shrug, pass it all in one ear
Some may either laugh, even call me a loon
For I once knew a girl who fell in love with the moon
She had him on her fingertips but couldn't ever catch
So close yet so far, impossible to touch
Bittersweet moments comes when nighttime falls
I can hear her heart, I bled over its silent calls
I had the liberty to watch her moon-lit face
The sadness it reflects I want to drench in my embrace
Years passed but still she couldn't hide
The way she looks at him, eyes could never lie
Alas! the delight of seeing her love under the blanket of the night
Days, week, decades, I've lost count
But I still think about her, here and now
Haunted by the memory of remorse and regret
And that face of a girl I couldn't quite forget
It kills me that I never got to tell
That all these time I loved her, I also fell
And for eternity, with this I have to dwell.

Leigh Herondale  *May 2015
Possibly my longest poem ever. Tell me your thoughts. :)
 Sep 2015
Lily
I want to write and inspire the world,
My words carved in their mind
As they soar their wings and fly.
I want to be an instrument
Softly playing all the goodness of the Earth
And a reminder
That broken wings can be mended and fly again
 Sep 2015
Lily
Kiru, Kireji
I tried but I guess Haiku
Is just not for me


Leigh Herondale  *August 2015
The first and possibly the last Haiku I would make in my whole existence. But I really want to learn, will somebody teach me? :)
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