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 Jun 2014 Deneka Raquel
Pax
Trapped in the glass
Food for your tray
I am the water that filled your thirsty soul

You're just a starve being who hungers for more
Can’t you see, I am slowly dying
My children is declining
Pollutant is destroying my beauty
day by day
I wonder if you care

I hope many of you understand
That my rage goes out of hand
That’s just how I am
Nature’s call in changes
Of the climate
and more often of what you’ve done

In time you’ll see how important I am
How you’ve lost a part of me
That cares for you
I am not selfish
All my blessings is free for the taking
But it is never yours alone

You outnumbered my children
To the point that you hunted them to extinction

You polluted my shores
To the point that I lost my blissful purity

You poisons each other's soul
To the point that I have taken the destructive consequences

Some things are hard to learn
But that doesn’t mean you’ll repeat the same mistakes
over and over again
as if it’s a good thing
it never was and never will be

I am dying, how I wish you care




*© Pax
the ocean's perspective.
I am a Gardner
Cleaning shredded leaves::-----
In my life
Which are my
memories those hurt me.
Watering plants:::----
Which are
My hopes those help me.
Applying manure:::::-------
to strengthen
Which are some
Inspirations taken from
Elderly people
Finally leads to
good yield:::::::---------
Which means
My life in my hands
It depends on my actions
My opinion is everyone should be a
Gardner to their own life
And protect their garden I mean life.
It may look clumsy or inappropriate
Tried hard but couldn't make any changes
If I say you may wonder
Her eyes glow like a star
Her hair looks like a curly ocean bed
Her voice was well tuned
Like a nightingale
The flow of her words was
Like a buttery mountain
And all the top
Friendly nature of her
Is priceless
Which makes me run for her
Blessed with good manner
Knows how to be
Which makes me run for her
What more we want
She had enough
Beauty is not a quantity
To measure one person
As it is not a permanent one
It has it's fading nature
So I Love her
To be frank many of the above
Lines are just imaginations and creations
But what we need from our partner is
Their behavior and how much they care for us
Nothing more
What you all say?
I watch my reflection in the mirror
with my pale blue eyes
watching my lifeless stature in the dark
bones made out of gelatin
and my heart out of fragile glass
that breaks everytime i see myself

My fingertops softly touch my face
Tears keep coming faster
till my waterlines are overflowing
My nails grow sharper
and my fingers cramp
digging holes under my eyes
I want to shatter my bones
And burn my skin to ashes
I want to rip the hair from my scalp
as well as all the pages
filled with frustration
scratching and screaming
I have to be pretty

but the need for it grows
as well as the demons inside my soul
They cannot ever be satisfied
And that makes them depressed
They try to run from it but fail to escape
Instead of running they need to defeat the monsters
with guns

Jun 29 2014
© WAJ
 Jun 2014 Deneka Raquel
Louise



A piece of my heart
isn't just missing
It was never whole
to begin with



When you ask of me, why poetry
I'm not sure you understand
That it's the center of my universe
The very depth of who I am

The molecules in the air I breath
Oxygen pulsing through the veins
The storm brewing beneath the surface
The pounding of the rain

It's the timeless anticipation
Of the thought that's yet to come
The tearing open of life's seam
The beating of the drum

The first peak of the desert flower
When it feels the gentle touch of spring
The smile in the eyes of a child
And all the joy it brings

The in and out of the tide
In the pulling of the waves
When you ask of me, why poetry
What more is there to say
 Jun 2014 Deneka Raquel
Pax
The beautiful entity that hides in the walls of insecurities,
Drenched in septic opinions.
Purity in a brink of lost from the influence of invisible fears,
Drowning, almost - breathless
Little bit of innocence and its essence, survived!
Making life still worthwhile.


*© Pax
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