The one

The one Jan 2018

thorns

thorns poke my heart where roses grow
roses I grew by myself.
roses that blend with blood
they spin and twist around
tighter around my heart they pull
thorns slice the heart till red cascades down
they thrive on depression
tears water the roots
hope creates the petals

Jan 2018

Shivani Lalan

mirrorspeak

Do you know I can see you
tucking your fears
behind your ears
as you watch me watching you?

Do you feel your eyes on you,
when I show you the magic
you've stashed away
in all my corners and edges?
Are you moved
when I watch you move
side to side,
from the shores of one insecurity
to another?

Because I do.

I do,
and I do not think anyone so ornately flawed
must strive so hard
to lock up every shard
of themselves
behind every ray of light
you get from me.

Pick up your falling smile,
because I can see two hands
reach out for the parts of you
that complete you.

I watch two eyes
watching every joy
that etches itself
in your skin.
I can hear you dreaming
of perfection,
without realising that
it lives in you.

*And it lives in me.

APM 100 Poem challenge Day - 1

#mirror #self #body #image #love

Jan 2018

Coob

Decibels

Every morning he woke up minutes before she did and would listen to the low hum of every breath exiting her nose.
She would flip from her side to her back and the beige covers rustled like dry autumn leaves.
She would moan as she stretched with her arms outwards, fists balled, and her legs high up in the air.
Then, she would turn to him, whisper sweet nothings, and swing her body towards the side of the bed.
The sound of her light feet pattering on the wood floor always made him laugh.

But now his house is haunted.

The walls seem to murmur intrusive thoughts into his head.
The floor rattles beneath his feet like a snake giving a warning.
The glass shakes in the window panes at any slight breeze, mimicking gunfire.
The water from his sink gushed from the faucet with such great speed that it rung against the white hollow porcelain.

She wasn't there anymore.

There's poetry in broken hearts.

The one Jan 2018

sins

you scream at me, I sit listening.
your words telling me of all the sins I have committed
stories pour in bitter pieces
you tell me that's not love
but I love you

The one Jan 2018

Baby, Please Love Me

You, the fire
I, the wood
Burning bright, like they said we should
But I, the wood
Burn to ash,

You, with your clothes thrown on my floor,
******* my best friend right next door

You, the fire
Eating me alive,

I soon will go,
Not with fight

I hold you in my arms,
Perhaps too tight,
For the gasoline, she pours
Compares not to my boring brown

I was once a tree
Stood myself, so free
You cut me down and called me yours
Now I'm here,
Pleading
Baby, Please Love Me

he's a ******* idiot
or maybe
its just me

The one Dec 2017

nature's cry

the warmth of the everlasting sun scorches skins
the flowers, a demise to those who compare
the thunder rattles glasses which shatter

the one who observes sits in a pool of nature's cry

The one Dec 2017

;

;
An author uses a semicolon when they almost end a sentence
But they chose to keep the story alive
When life no longer shines bright,
Use your semicolon
Continue your sentence

;

#please #live