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 Jun 2013 Gene
j
I want to spend my night
locked away in your dreams
and you weaved into mine
and we'll see each other
in our unconscious paradise
and we'll tell each other
''I'm sorry''
we'll hug like we used to do
and I'll stay still in your arms
unable to move
because I'm scared of leaving you
all over again
then I hear the alarm from my phone
                 your favourite song of course
and it's morning
and I can hear the birds
singing to me
and the wind whispering your name
and I know I have to leave you
again
and I try to scream out
to take me back
but no sound will escape my mouth
and I miss you, dear
 Jun 2013 Gene
j
I wanted you to look into my eyes
and tell me that you loved me
and I wanted to know you meant it
by the gleam in your eyes
and the way you looked at me
like a beautiful piece of artwork
like the most fascinating being
on the planet
and like I was so extraordinary
and unique

but that didn't happen
you never even so much
as looked in my direction
and you only broke the silence
between us
when you wanted something from me
never passionate love or a
memorable kiss
just a few coins
for a drink
and a tiny bit of my broken heart
each and every time
you brushed me off
like I was nothing
 Jun 2013 Gene
j
I wish you would take me and make me your own
and I wish you and I could run away together
to our own tiny, unknown paradise
a land to call our own and a love to call perfect
me and you, two teenage **** ups with
nothing left but each other
you and me, though young and foolish,
perfect for each other
but our love was always under the weather
we were never going to be perfect
'cause you were never going to be in love
with a shy sad girl who you little acknowledge
but I love you with all of my heart
and I really hope you see that
you blank me out like I am nothing because
that's the honest truth
I really am a nobody to you
but I love you
and that's all that counts
and I hope when you're alone
and you have no one else to think about
I cross your mind
from time to time
and I hope you smile slightly
 Jun 2013 Gene
st64
not yet
 Jun 2013 Gene
st64
fool-proof umbrella
covering protégé
adorning brilliance

no purple moments
folly forgotten
iniquity barred
fountain-pen spills
in lampblack Indian ink
when letting go
rose bush on fire
in the mountain
claims
rock-hard granite
heat melting
higher meeting..so fleeting

concluding well
deep
sans senses
catch scent
wrapped in sound
sudden arrival
rivers flow yet endless

such relief exquisite
still
not quite
fruition
not yet..

four leaves wait
count a quarter
at a time
yet fretless time
caught in veins
of
chlorophyll dreams

time to fill
maturation
to come..

to plant seeds
into blazing buds
just
not yet..



S T,  13 June  2013
I'm singing in the rain
I'm singing in the rain...

tra la la...

:)

thank heavens for photosynthesis

real good things take time to grow, to ripen...with sunshine, rain et al..

growing, growing, growing . . .
 Jun 2013 Gene
Leelan Farhan
Fog
 Jun 2013 Gene
Leelan Farhan
Fog
The anger rushes through my blood like *******,
After all this pain,
Hearing your voice will never be the same.
It courses through me, calm and collected
I try to be, I try to be.
Breathing air like I will never be given oxygen again
And you smile, but I reciprocate with one of pain.
My heart hardens into a stone,
Putting the final brick on this wall that I have built
This wall that blocks emotion; the soul you killed.
The anguish that has tormented me for so long has surfaced,
All neatly packaged into this situation I cannot escape.
And try as I might I can't erase the image of your face.
That smirk that shapes your lips, painted by Deceit
As I stare back my eyes reflect the fury lying beneath
The rage, that has been held back for far too long,
Eager to burst through my veins,
Like a dove waiting to break out into song.
Thoughts of retaliation burn holes in my mind,
Leaving all thoughts of understanding behind
Lies, they dribble through your lips like fine wine.
Blood red and ever so bitter with your insecurities.
The insecurities that are being heaved onto my back
You ****** them against me, trying to make up for what you lack.
But I’m fading; I’m a passing fog that once carried the Sun
And when you finally notice its beauty, I will be long gone.
*-lf-
Written sometime in 2012 in the middle of my philosophy class out of pure anger. I still remember the moment quite well.

© Leelan Farhan 2012
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