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She looks in the mirror
At the age on her face
"I wonder what he thinks
of me this way?"

She considers her weight
and the pores on her skin
She thinks out loud
"I don't deserve him."

She picks apart
the woman he loves
Separating her worth
from all that she does
              
He looks in her eyes
and caresses her face
He sees it glowing with love
and full of grace

 The lines on her face
  he views with pride
  Recounting the victories
  each time they've been tried

The weight that she carries
 is that of a mom
 Nothing's too heavy
 She just marches on

These bodies will perish
 and mirrors offer no truth
True love abides
 beyond the corridors of youth

  No, she doesn't deserve me
  Perhaps God can see
  Conceivably, one day
  I'll be as worthy as she
to the mother of my children. Happy Mother's Day!
~~
When so much light around
but you say the dark
I could not understand
my top layer

When I was in the womb
Then, and not
But there was light
Then when I saw your universe that you have made
everything was there

My playing companions
The Sun
The Moon
My beloved,
And that delighted
Night's north star was
on her forehead  
Where all of my senses have
grown up

Then at one sudden night of the new moon
I saw a thick overlay on the sky,
between you and me
The North Star has disappeared

I think that you were true
In the dark I find my known world
One by one,
Trying out through the thick layer

It seems to cover the end
As light yellow yolk
See a light-colored tint
which awakens my sixth sense again

A shadowy obsession
Which has yet to create an illusion
~~
@Musfiq us shaleheen
~~
illusion
~~
I am not the same person I used to be,
I am lost, terribly lost.
I have forgotten who I was,
I am wretched in abyss

I ended up wounded,
I kept bleeding.
I misplaced my soul,
I do not know how to regain it by my own

Tears always stream down my face,
I have grown restless,
Every night I am sleepless,
Pondering about the what ifs

I am in a state of my undoing;
There's much of life I have to get back to.
In no longer bask upon sunshine,
I am used to stay here in the dark

I am terribly depressed,
I want to scream all the pain in me,
I want to let it all out
But I could not, I bear no strength to do it

It is consuming me.
I have lost my way.
I don't know where to go,
Or what path must I follow.

All I need is a bit of your love,
An ounce of your compassion,
A gram of your hug,
And a downpour of your attention.

I hold on to the very small light
That penetrates the darkness.
I hope that I will get through this,
In one piece.
I am terribly depressed.
She stands in awe in her dress,
She wears it with finesse.
Her lips that I am yet to press;
I couldn't wish for any progress
All I want is to hold you close,
To press your lips,
To embrace you with warmth,
To spend time with you,
And to runaway with you.
All I want is to be loved by you,
To be missed by you,
And to be guided by you.

But I won't happen.
You see me only a a friend,
Nothing more than that.
So all I want are just wishes,
Nothing more but
It's terribly hard. Once you love your friend, there's no more going back to what you were.
Nothing hurts better than unrequited love;
When you lie awake beneath the wailing skies,
Then beneath the veil stars.
When you could do nothing
But to stare into the void
And feel the emptiness that you have to bear with.

Nothing hurts better that not to be loved by her;
When you stand in the dark,
Then you see her dancing with another man.
When you could do nothing
But to wish that you were him
And hope for a better feeling.

Nothing hurts better than love,
When it gives you an exquisite pain,
Then it almost consumes you.
When you could do nothing,
But to succumb to the pain
And scream all the sadness that you carry.

Nothing hurts better than her;
She gave you all this malady and melancholy
Then left you all alone.
When you could do nothing,
But to reminisce what you were long ago
And hallucinate that she stood by your side.
Nothing hurts better than her.
 Apr 2015 Eccedentesiast
Leseywut
A paradox
No one ever solved

Are we really inside time?
Or is time inside us?

An imagination tickling our little minds
An escape we use over our reality

We think we have time
There is no time

No one can ever make time
No one can ever bring back what was already done

But I want you to know
Among all these things

No matter how long we don't see each other
Even if time won't let it happen

Even if we won't make time
No matter how short we live

You are my time
A paradox I can't solve
 Apr 2015 Eccedentesiast
Leseywut
I don't write about you anymore
I've found that I'm better off with just myself

I don't listen to your favorite songs anymore
I've learned that songs aren't supposed to make you sad

I don't think about you anymore
I've managed to take care of my own thoughts now

I don't talk about you anymore
I've spoken of things I'm just passionate about

You know I'm a pretty good liar
You know I'm a good pretender

'Cause I've spoken of you like you're all my dreams in one person
A living fantasy reminding me of daydreams and nightmares

'Cause I've thought about you ceaselessly night and day
You're hidden under every word I've read

'Cause every song I listen to has always been about you now
Haunting, screaming under my breaths

'Cause even if I can manage on my own
I still write about you
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