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  Jul 2014 han
Trieste Bergerac
Cutting through to my core,
What will you find?
My heart will be open
But will my mind?

Layer upon layer
Will you find my essence?
I am hiding from you
Are you in awe of my presence?

Strip away my colours
Am I still inticing?
Appearances are deceptive
Do you love me only for my icing?
  Jul 2014 han
Twinkle
Somewhere inside of you
There is a small boy too

A boy who wants to be loved
A boy who wants his hair to be ruffled
Who lost his childhood
Only remembers his struggle

A boy whose eyes still hold
Dreams that he once cherished
Dreams that help him soar
Above his agony so un-bearish

He held on to that piece of sanity
Hoping his dreams would soon become a reality
Before long, the world and its wisdom came knocking on his door
Woke him out of his slumber
Shattered his tower and covered in fear!

So he now hides behind, doors made of steel
Reinforced with ideas that he's built his reserve
He doesn't need your love
He doesn't need your smile
You see his attitude is enough to suffice.

But catch him when he's down and defenseless
And you'll see the glimpse of a child so helpless
Who is longing and yearning to be accepted by you
With arms stretched out simply crying silent tears
One who'll never tell you his worst fears.

It takes that kind of woman to see through his facade
The strong walls of his towers are crumbling again
But he fears this loss, his control over his sanity
Its not long before, his succumbs to his frailty.
This poem is for all the men out there, many misunderstood, many putting up a facade, hiding behind steel walls, afraid to let go and love!
han Jul 2014
I beat myself up because of You

Like the waves pounding their fists against the rock lining the shores

I beat myself up because of You

Like the hammer that is barreling down onto the nail, piercing the wood,
much like how my heart has been pierced from the absence of Your love

I beat myself up because of You

{hjl}
  Jul 2014 han
spm
Your lips, love me fondly  
whispering life into the dormant
butterflies trapped in the
pit falls of my untrusting stomach

Your hands touch me lightly,
hesitant not to overwhelm
but never will I get enough
of their warm grasp

Your laugh lights a spark
in the heart of my forgotten humor
bringing happiness to my smile
illuminating darkness

Your passion will set the world on fire,
burning down the wrongs
replacing them with your affection
powered by past affliction  

I pray your lips, your hands,
your laugh, your passion…
do not forget me in the
flames
  Jul 2014 han
Melody Goodner
you are a summer night

the way you keep me up

so hot the sheets stick to me

i have to open the windows,

take off all my clothes

morning comes and i still

feel you on my skin
han Jul 2014
and although I've come to
admire the heavy bags
under your chestnut eyes,
I hate to think of the demons
that keep you restless
through the night.

you are what keeps me sane
and gives me peace during
the long summer nights,
I just wish I could repay the favor.

{hjl}
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