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Girl's Perspective



It was like nothing I've ever seen before..
It.. It was him.

A tall chocolate brown "him"..
Like all I've ever wanted ..

Nights with him felt like my endless euphoria
but when he left , happiness left ..

I craved him once more, the touch, the feel, the kiss
On lonely nights, on my best nights
whenever possible, i wanted him to stay forever
His perfect smile luring me to him
captivated by his melanin skin, this is what i desired

(o.d.s.d)
Part one,  A girls perspective
Boy's Perspective


As I got my first glance of those long brown legs
her frame left me mesmerized
How could she be this perfect?

those lips that tasted like a night of champagne
She..Her, the smell of her skin
her breath-taking essence left me craving more


This felt worth it but..
would i be able to fulfill her needs
those dark fantasies of hers

i found it so surreal
then i woke up
could she be the girl of my dreams?
better yet, the caramel girl of my telepathic wet dreams
what a profound destiny would it be to pursue her
If we ever come in contact I hope you don't bypass your **dark desire
As I conclude dark desire  with   a boys perspective on the girl of his dreams. Both of them have yet to meet each other but they have seen each other in their dreams.
Wind blowing through the air
Trees dancing as they sway with the rhythm of the wind
Sun glaring down on all of humanity
capturing everything in its vision

Thinking, Wondering..
What is it like to be a star in the night sky
to be seen together as one
"Stars" look at their beauty
how they belong with each other
illuminating the sky

oh what i'd do not to feel alone
no difference made when im with friends
it seems they only give me temporary happiness
there is nothing here that can fill the void

365 lonely days, 52 lonely weeks
everyday its the same ol' repetitive crap
eat, pray, sleep, think, eat, pray, sleep, think
****, its such a bore here, what I'd do to never feel alone
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- Moments. Tiny moments. Big moments. Unexpected moments. I've-been-waiting-my-whole-life-for-this moments.
- Seeing the world through the cracks in its mask; directly in its eyes (or where the holes should be at least).
- Accepting the all-round unimportance of humanity to the world but giving the world to humanity. There is no definition of who or what a good person is. So hold positive qualities (like love, honesty, rebelliousness, compassion, affection) in your palms and give your true self to the world. Tell yourself you are good. In turn, you then will be.
- Treat the Earth nicely. You have a short stay and after all, you're just part of an energy system. Be nice to Pluto too. God forbid, it could use it.
Gising na nananaginip
Sari-sari ang naiisip
At biglaang napagtanto
Paano kung hindi nahulog sa iyo
Paano kung Inibig mo rin ako
Paano kung tumagal tayo
Maraming katanungan
Mas maraming maaaring kahantungan
Ngunit hindi na malalaman
Ang mga masasaya sanang kahahatnan
Dahil ang "Tayo" ay pinigilan **** maganap
Pag-irog ng iba ang iyong hinanap
Sa ating paghihiwalay, ako ang mas nasaktan
Ngunit Mahal, ikaw ang higit na nawalan
Maaaring ikaw ay lumigaya
Sa piling ng iba, sa piling niya
At ako ang umibig ng lubos at umasa
Pero darating ang araw Mahal na
Magmamahal na ako ng iba
Higit pa sa pagmamahal ko sayo ang ipadarama
Mapagtatanto mo na lang
Bigla ka na lang manghihinayang
Wala nang magmamahal sayo
Gaya ng pagmamahal ko
Response to a request to write in my native tongue ^-^
people are colors
in my life
of black and white

but you are
a spectrum
of hues and shades

and though
some colors left
i never truly felt
dull
You've stripped
Me down,
Unclothed me,
Til I am
No more
Bare skin and bones.
But
Naked Emotions
Running wild,
And you've seen
The parts of me
You shouldn't have.
And you've reached
The depths of me
No one has ever
Had before.
If only I could give you
The sky,
The moon,
The stars,

I would.

But I could only give you
My heart.

I hope that's enough.
A part of me is falling for you: my tears.
For my "best friend". I hope you read this.
10-word liner. Not really a poem
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