Akhila

Akhila Feb 2017

His eyes like night, I can't find my way,
His hair like the brown of forest wood, I can't look away,
The pool of colours for I want to paint a picture of him,
Are too many, too many shades,
Too many tones and too many emotions.

Green, for the huge breath I take when I take a look,
Blue, for the happiness I receive,
Yellow, for the light, the light he emits,
Pink, for the blood rush he makes me feel.
Orange for the dusk, the time he leaves,
Purple, I want to see his sins,
And the black of charcoal, for when I take a breath,
Instantly he comes, and takes it away.

#love #boy #crush #teenage

Feb 2017

Shel Silverstein

Messy Room

Whosever room this is should be ashamed!
His underwear is hanging on the lamp.
His raincoat is there in the overstuffed chair,
And the chair is becoming quite mucky and damp.
His workbook is wedged in the window,
His sweater's been thrown on the floor.
His scarf and one ski are beneath the TV,
And his pants have been carelessly hung on the door.
His books are all jammed in the closet,
His vest has been left in the hall.
A lizard named Ed is asleep in his bed,
And his smelly old sock has been stuck to the wall.
Whosever room this is should be ashamed!
Donald or Robert or Willie or--
Huh? You say it's mine? Oh, dear,
I knew it looked familiar!

Akhila Feb 2017

On A Chilly Night

It's almost the end of winter,
The days will soon get longer.
I've always liked the sight of light,
But in this time I've found comfort,
In smoke and heavy clouds that block the sun rays,
The constellation of Auriga and a star called Sirius.

The mood is strangely melancholic,
The breeze is calmly blowing as the sun is setting on another day,
Time goes on,
Constantly running, leaving us behind,
To regret the times when we couldn't,
Because we wouldn't because we shouldn't.

What will it be like a decade from this moment?
As we grow older, we get to know how small we really are,
How amazingly insignificant,
Like a speck of dust in a city of dreams.

As we grow older, we get to know,
Including the doctors and lawyers and leaders of the world,
No one really knows what is going on.

The sun has finally set to let the moon conquer the entire sky,
Interrupting my thoughts on this chilly night,
I wonder if summer will welcome me,
I wonder if I will like the warm summer breeze.

#summer #thoughts #birthday

Akhila Feb 2017

Entry Poem

I log into my blogger,
I look at all the poems that I've ever written,
On my phone, on my math book during class, or scribbled in a hurry.
I search for the perfect one I can give,
To get a message back from Hello Poetry.

The first one I see is the one I wrote for my brother,
He left last year, I miss that fella,
I hope college is nice to him.

The next one is about the season ending, stars and constellations, and career choices,
I wonder what I was thinking while writing it,
No wonder my mum thinks I have ADHD.

The third one is a poem called 'maybe',
I remember when one of my best friends said she loved it,
I remember that that was the first time I showed my poems to her,
I was so happy.

As I see the fourth one,
I think this is stupid.
All these poems are old now,
I don't want to give these.

I spend a few minutes thinking what I should do,
I think and think,
I wonder what they'll like.
I wonder if the person who reads this poem,
Is a girl or a guy.

I continue thinking,
Rest thoughts aside.
Suddenly I realise,
Oh yeah, I can write.

Wrote this in like five minutes. Don't judge.

#hello #lol #firstpoem

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