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  Jun 2018 lena k
Bee
dear girl, do not tire your eyes
weeping over dead roses

for sunlight emanates
from your weathered skin

and it is simply a matter of time
    till your garden blossoms again


x.
no amount of tears poured over the soil
will revive dead roses
lena k Jun 2018
your kisses, gentle or messy, have the ability
to make me happy for an entire week.
your touch, soft or grip, has the ability
to strip the breath from my body
distract me from life.
your smile has the ability
to free my thoughts of sadness.
your laugh has the ability
to force my mouth into a smile.
i wish i could lay with you
until my lungs lack oxygen
until my heart can no longer beat
until my lips can no longer meet yours
until my body can no longer wrap around yours
until you no longer long my love for you
i miss my girlfriend haha
  Jun 2018 lena k
Abdullateef Moshood
Don’t fall in love with me.
There are days when I get sad without a reason
And I just stare at the ceiling
Senseless thought running around my mind like phrase
With tears streaming down my face.

Don’t fall in love with me.
On those days, I don’t talk to anyone.
I just bury myself on my mattress
And think about how I became this mess of sadness.

Don’t fall in love with me.
I will become attached to you
And I will cry myself to sleep
If you don’t text me good night before you go to sleep
I will convince myself that it’s because you got tired of me.

Don’t fall in love with me.
I’m too much.
I will depend on you.
I need attention, much more than other people.
I’ll talk to you in metaphors and make you one.
I’ll write poems about you and open up notepad at 2 A.M.

Don’t fall in love with me.
I couldn’t stand you coming home to find me on the bathroom floor
Shaking and crying, with blood spilling from my wrists.
I couldn’t stand seeing the disappointment in your eyes.

Don’t fall in love with me.
I will pour everything I’ve left of me into you,
Every bit of love, until I have nothing to give.
Until I become completely empty.

Don’t fall in love with me.
I’m scared that my sadness is contagious.

Don’t fall in love with me.
I will replay your sweet words in my head
When I hate myself so much that I want to die.
Your words will be the only things that make me stay.

Don’t fall in love with me.
You will live in fear.
You won’t be able to leave me,
Because you’d know if you did, I wouldn’t have anything to live for.

Don’t fall in love with me.
Before I met you, there wasn’t a single person who could’ve made me stay.
You’re my reason now.

Don’t fall in love with me.
Because I will fall in love with you
  Jun 2018 lena k
Edmund black
In some crazy way
like  being loved
Poetry  gives me
Strength and
Motivation
at times it’s
all I  have
It’s where
I escaped
It’s Where I
feel right at home  
my happy
state of mind
Where I take
my mental
Essence to
a higher plateau
Where words
becomes Arts
Never ceased
to amazed
Let the ink
dance  with
my mind  
Tango enlightenment
Impossible to avoid
ink splattered
all over
my thoughts
It’s like swimming
In the  Black Sea
with full consent
into a black hole
Impossible to
let go
Orientation put
me into a dazed
But not for long
anticipating
memory fades
Ruined  expressions
like mind on fire
seeking for the  river
Put words together
analyzed all
the dance strides
my ink had taken
Scrutinized  
what It all means
and make sense
      of it all
Nevertheless
keep my insanity
Is The duel
being  fought
Enduringly
into the abyss of
The poetic  mind
Sometimes even when I’m not trying to think About what to write , without notice without warning words starts popping inside my head to a point at times I may have to stop whatever it is that I’m doing to write it down before it disappears for ever ... not an easy task but it’s what I love doing ;)
lena k Jun 2018
why are you awake, child?
the wind whispers.
thunder is far too loud!
i say.
would you like it if i sang you a lullaby?
asked the rain.
i nodded.
tap...tap...tap...
sings the rain upon my window.
the wind pushed the tree branch
against my window
back and forth...back and forth...back and forth...
the moon shined through my window
as bright as the sun would let her
causing the walls of my room to turn
a light, baby blue
with "polkadots."
thank you.
i smile, closing my eyes.
tap...tap...tap...
shhhh...shhhh....shhh...
pitter patter
i love how relaxing thunderstorms are. :)
lena k Jun 2018
father's day means nothing to me
other than a time to sit in my room
and search my brain for at least one good memory
i have had with my father.

father,
you are the reason for my battle scars.
you are the reason for my self-loathing.
you are the reason for my childhood trauma.
the reason why i cannot trust anyone in my life.
the reason why i flinch when any male touches me.
the reason why i fear saying, "no," to any man.

you are the reason and the root
for every single problem i have.
but you would never and will never
acknowledge this
for you are far too conceited
to realize you are capable of wrongdoing.

you're the reason i want to say goodbye.

but happy father's day, i guess.
lol deep ****.
lena k Jun 2018
sadness is one of my closest friends
she's never left my side
not once
she has been there for me
stayed by my side
when no one else would
when all of my "friends" disappeared
she comforted me
and told me she'd never leave
sometimes i get tired of her
and tell her to leave
but she knows that sometimes
she is all i have
and that she must stay to keep me company
when no one else will
sadness is my only true friend
she has never left me and never will
and on days where she, too, disappears
she always comes back to me
stronger than before
personification. my best friend when it comes to writing.
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