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Akhila Feb 2017
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.
Akhila Jul 2017
I'm exhausted
Of all the things I see
All the dreams in me
All the kinds of people that I meet
I'm exhausted
Of loving alone
This feeling of missing home
The things I do, they don't give me what I need
I'm exhausted
I'm exhausted
And I just want to sleep
I love sleeping.
Akhila Feb 2017
Too close our hearts are,
Too close to breaking.

Too high our dreams are,
Too high to keep us on the ground.

Too far our friends are,
Too far to even call them our friends.

Too cruel our hearts are,
But maybe not too cruel for the world we live in.
Akhila Feb 2017
Maybe this isn't the end of me,
Maybe this is just the beginning.
Maybe a broken heart can be fixed,
Maybe a lost road can take me back home.

Maybe, everything is just another dream.
But maybe, dreams do come true.
Maybe, I'm just a fool who believes it.
But maybe, only fools are the ones who succeed.

The days are short and the nights get longer,
The memories of the past keep me awake.
I look up at the sky and listen to the sounds that say,
That maybe the night sky is brighter than the day,
And maybe tomorrow will be better than yesterday.
I wrote it back in school. Enjoy.
Akhila Feb 2017
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.
Akhila Jul 2017
I'm happy when I play my keyboard
There is so much that I love
I'm happy when I see you smile
You're the most beautiful boy
I'm happy when I score good marks
My father will be proud
But sometimes I am sad
In those moments
I always come back to you
My dear paper and pen
My poetry is my escape
When I can't breathe and have no one around to hold my hand
I hold my pen
Akhila Feb 2017
I think I'm winning but I realise,
I'm running in the wrong direction.
I've already made too many mistakes,
When will I be right again?
Always running from the truth,
I'm skydiving with no parachute.
An accurate depiction of my life ATM.
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.
Akhila Mar 2017
The howling of the vicious wolves makes the night more peaceful somehow,
The chirping of the crickets is music to my ears.
All the lights are switched off,
I always liked the room when dim.
The darkness might not be happy and cheerful as the day,
By it calms my soul and frees me to say what I want to say.
From the heaven above,
To the earth below,
When the blue sky says goodbye,
The black sky says hello.

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