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Jerielle Lasac Mar 2016
I still feel all the vigors
And my mind is still sore
But my heart is too frail
To feel anything

I still hear voices at night
Or maybe it is just the sound
Of your voice
Sweetly calling my name

I still feel those chills
Or maybe it is just the longingness
Between the spaces
Of my fingers

I still look at my walls
As if my sight can strike against it
So steady and deep
With the sharp thoughts I have

I cannot tell  what it is
But if there is something
That makes it hard for one to breathe
That is exactly it

We all get it
Hangovers
And the worst ones you get
Comes *when you love
  Mar 2016 Jerielle Lasac
Nara S
At first
We started as Strangers
Then Acquaintances
Friends? Best Friends?
Finally ended up as Lovers
That is the stage we went.

Oh
Apparently that was not the end
Somehow we fought
And how we started,
I am sure we both lost it
I have to look back
Or look up to remember it.

But the eeriest thing was
When we parted
We didn't get pass through
Best Friend, Friend, Acquaintance,
We went straight as
Strangers, again.
What hurt the most
When Love shatters.
None can do anything
Because the pieces are too small,
They can slip through
Needle's eye
But
It was always our eyes
That find themselves hurt the most
Again
Always.
Jerielle Lasac Mar 2016
If you wait for happiness
Somewhere in the future
It will never come
Jerielle Lasac Mar 2016
I do not want you to fear.

Like the flower he gave me

of how he handed it to me
brighter than the color of my lips
on the day that the skies
are seemingly well-arranged just for two human beings;

of how I let it die
beneath the pages of the book
he once read as he found it
in the storage of my secrets;

of how it grew old in there
and perhaps made him wonder
why I keep it
and why I think it is always beautiful.

My dear,

we are set to grow and bloom
in our own wonderful seasons.
If we will bloom, then we will.
If we will fade, then we will fade.

I do not want you to fear
of the things that has not yet happened,
or take an air that suffocates
every lovely pieces of ou.

So just breathe that warm air
that cleanses your veins up to your soul.
Unfold on your perfect rise or dawn
and be what you are to be.
Jerielle Lasac Nov 2015
The future scares me
Also the familiarity
It’s a little scary
But not as it used to be

Sure it doesn’t get easy
I just learned to find courage
To discover maturity
Not just age

It’s not the fear of future
But of repetition
Of what I used to endure
Of the things I held on

But maybe I have learned
To hold on a little lighter
That if things just turned
I can let it fly better

It is being brave
And bold
Knowing what is good and naive
And what is worth to hold

I have to seek wise
No matter how long is too far
Or the possible sacrifice
Or how scary the waves are

I cannot have it all in hand
This is how life goes
Even when I do not understand
I have to dive brave in to the flows
Jerielle Lasac Aug 2015
They say it's about who comes into your thoughts at 2 a.m.
But you came to me like war and flame
That runs in through my mind night and day
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