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Feel Jun 2015
X-ray my heart tonight
No radiation I can’t take
Drip me my anesthetics
Yet I am widely awake

X marks the soft spot
Never ending maze
Drive me to your heart
You never fail to amaze

Xylophone can be heard
Neither soft nor loud
Dagger through my soul
You are what this is about

X-Files resembles us
Never-ending alienation
Driving into an abyss
You are my constant confusion

Xerox my feelings for you
Note it down in fragrant paper
Drowning…in hopes that
You have the best birthday ever
Feel Jun 2015
In the coldest nights
The warmest noon
The cocoa shivered
Sweat ensues

I tinkered with
My bickering thoughts
Of how magnificent
You struck my chords

Your delightful smile
Those bubblegum lips
It held my heart
As it wails and weeps

Your coiled long hair
Like a ringlet of fire
Soft like river stream
I long to admire

Your velvety skin
Smooth like silk
It’s neither dark
Nor fair like milk

Your laughter sounds
My heart combust
Erupted pleasure
Your words – my lust

I long for you
A magnetic chemistry
I yearn for you
Oh what blasphemy!

I wish you knew
My feelings for you
The words unsaid
The sentences sealed

Blood flows deep
In our veins of lust
But could it almost be
Love at long last?

In this cold night
I sit and wrote
For you words are easy
It comes by the load

The clock struck twelve
Reality arise
I imagined your face
As the sun rise

Excited I was
To be at work
To catch a glimpse
Of places you lurk

I wish we had
A better finale
Perhaps you are
One that got away

I know we hadn’t
A bitter beginning
So adorable our story
Memorable – our dancing

I want you to know
That up above
My lust for you
Has a tiny love

I want you to know
That despite all things
You have played a part
**In my everything.
Feel Jun 2015
How terrifying,
a boat ashore,
waiting to take us,
away from war.

How terrifying,
we want to be,
taken away,
far into the sea.

How terrifying,
the ocean parts,
submerging knees,
and drowning hearts.

How terrifying,
the river starts,
pebbles hop,
for yards and yards.

How terrifying,
the boat fights,
the loneliest of dawn,
the darkest of night.

How terrifying,
in the midst of this,
my heart crushed
into tiny little bits.

How terrifying,
fear consumed bliss,
as I lean over,
for one more kiss.

How terrifying,
my eyes torn,
to finally find,
you indefinitely gone.
Feel Feb 2015
chasing time, we run barefooted,
showing off, we ran to each other,
blackened shadows, we saw and feel,
mannered kiss, we didn’t even bother.
we dwelled in the most magnificent touch,
we swelled in each significant caresses,
we cannot, we should not, we would not,
but really, we could not afford losing us.
no really, i cannot let go off this lust.
Feel Feb 2015
Because no one understands
How difficult, how stressful
How wrong and how evil
To long for you, itch for you.

Because it takes a great toll
To develop these crazy nuances
To develop these blocks of walls
To ignore all my missed chances.

It doesn't mean I don't care
Doesn't mean I turn a blind eye
I still see you the exact same way
I still see you when you walk by.

You said you don't feel a thing
You said we were too vague
But vague was the only way
To stop this pandemic plague.

Yes, my attraction for you is a plague
For it drills holes in my head
And it scratches scars in my soul
It purposefully wants me dead.

There are times I think a lot of you
But there are times I try my best not to
And there are times I calm the hell down
But those are the moments I see you.

You have no idea what battles I've lost
Most of these wars are in my head
As this Valentine's I see everyone happy
But we can't see the magic we could create

***** eh? Life takes you by the side stitch
You're like the fulfilling scratch to my itch
and I'm like the Moose to your Mitch
And I will be your potion, my dear witch.

I have succumbed to your spell of roses
I have pretended I was not in trance
But I've failed on one most important thing
- our conversation, that night, our dance.

I just want you to know and remember
That nothing has changed in my heart
Though it is too hard to think of you
Not thinking of you is equally hard.

Maybe this poem came two days too late
But I do hope you've had it utterly sweet
Just sad that while we tend to our loves
We admittedly allowed ours to bleed.

- *You took the happy out of Happy Valentine's Day
Feel Feb 2015
Our inconstant friendship is the product of our inability to be constant lovers.
Feel Feb 2015
Our ego limits us to speaking like normal beings,
But our hearts open up to our vague greetings,
Our ego too huge to handle social settings,
But our hearts softens to Instagram postings.

I saw the blue skies and the white sandy beach,
Through my fingerprint-infested mobile screen,
I saw the description of a struggling friendship,
But our egos forced us to ignore it with a grin.

But deep inside our hearts, I know, you know,
That this petty tussle could and should well end,
But you've your sense of self that needs protection,
And I have a self-worth that can’t take anymore bend.

I so wish it was that simple and easy,
Maybe it is; maybe we’re just lazy,
Maybe, heck, that posting was not even for me,
But maybe you wrote it for me so very vaguely.

It is so funny, peculiar and terribly ironic,
That we know in our hearts we’d like to be talking,
But instead we give in to our misguided strengths,
To be so willing to let go off this precious thing.

I guess I should be making the first move,
But I so ****** wish I didn't have to,
Maybe there is war raging in my head,
Talk to you – do I do or do I not do.

Perhaps time will tell and we shall wait,
Hopefully our fire will not dim a bit,
But if it does and it burns to its end,
Perhaps we were never what we need.
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