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eyy May 2015
I wandered slowly
Through sidewalk cracks and broken pavements
Finding my own piece of Gethsemane
So that people would know I exist

I was a ghost
To eyes that didn't even care to look
A boring book
To minds that didn't even bother to read
A blank canvas
To those who didn't even try to understand

That I was somebody

All of them only saw me as an empty bottle
Not knowing I just want to be filled with silence
Because silence is a beautiful symphony
And I am the conductor

I am a human being capable of owning a soul and
Live through a thousand lifetimes

I was never the boring book
In fact, I am the author
Writing my own story on Life's pages

I am an artist
A dreamer who can create masterpieces even on
A blank canvas such as myself

But most of all, I am an introvert
A carapace even I consider a home
Because it makes me who I am and
Not because of what you say I am
eyy May 2015
I never knew how painful love can be
Before we had crossed
That one-way street.
As we walked along the messed up city road,
Covered with dust and asphalt,
My body decided to crumble as it inhaled every
Broken promises exhaled by your past lovers,
Now hiding underneath
Thin sheets of winter night covers
Just to feel the freedom of warmth you took from them

But I didn't mind as we continued walking
On that one-way road
Not really knowing where to go

I never knew how painful love can be
Before we had decided where to eat.
As we sat under the dim light,
Your face became brighter
Due to the fact you would rather
Face your phone
Than face me

But I didn't mind,
Maybe I just got used to you ignoring me

I never knew how painful love can be
After you used me to
Get out from your problems
When I had to bail you
Out because of your own addictions
When I willingly accepted every nightmare
You cast upon me just so I could comfort you
With every dream I had left in me

Only then did I fully realized how painful love can be
When you told me that my love was empty
When you felt that my promises were pointless
But you never realized that it was
Your love that was hollow.
This poem isn't about me. It's just a random poem I made
eyy May 2015
I never understood the fear you see in me
When you cross dark halls,
and abandoned houses,
Not really knowing who I am

Yet you hunt me
Even if I'm not in need of searching
You exorcise me
Thinking I was the one possessed
You **** me
As if I was the wrong put in this world.

But the truth is I was never the monster
You were.
eyy May 2015
A childish dream I thought as
Time slowly adopts me with its loving embrace.
Taking me piece by piece
Replacing it with hope and purpose

As moments pass by,
Fantasy became my friend.
Forming me into one's knight in shining armor
Making me believe perfect stories existed
Until I met Reality

Reality showed me every pain from every Fantasy's beauty.
It took every piece of me
Just to let me know what's it like to be empty.

Broken, I wish I had a perfect story
But Reality gave me something Fantasy didn't
The Truth

Time fixed me after I met those two
Giving me new pieces to start again
To dream as Fantasy once taught me and
To live as Reality showed me
Because even tragedies can become
Beautiful Fairy Tales.
eyy May 2015
I was Red the first time I met Blue
The color that I never knew
Existed
In rays that shine after rain
Making all ill and pain
Go away
And all I want to say
Is I want to know you. And so I did

I met you in a crayon box
Filled with colors
With shades
Of different traits
Spending days
Held by a kid with a smile on his face
Making art
Forming me into a heart
Just to fill it with you
And that’s when I knew I want to be with you

You and I never stopped talking.
Day and night even though we’re both working.
Making ourselves ready
For the kid with new ideas
Maybe,
Thinking of a piece with you and me in it
Because I love it
Every time I see you shine,
When your hue touches mine.

You see you’re like my night lamp
I couldn’t sleep with the thought of you not beside me.
You are a masterpiece used by the kid
To spread your trails on paper
Begging him to stop because I know you won’t last
Forever
Because maybe I just want us to be together

But the kid got new colors
Even more than I expected it to be
As his face shine like sunlight
My mind darkens with the thought of you replacing me
I know I’m only temporary
Losing parts of me I thought I needed
But I’m wiling to give a part of me
Just to make you last an eternity

But I guess you won’t do the same for me
And that’s when I knew,
I can never be with you
But there is a part of you in me that I’ll never gamble
Because it’s the part of you that made me Purple.
This was my poetry slam entry for school. It's not much , but I thought it could be my first entry here.

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