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 Nov 2013 Kelly Anne
Random
Hello Stranger

She was smiling at me while turning the pages of the book
There she was on the bench frowning
And then while making the mundane choices
They were all there, she is still here

Huddled up inside me, jostling for space
Faceless and nameless, they grew
Disjointed and disconnected
Rearing their heads
Dominating, struggling and then cajoling and comforting

In their world, madness is unreal and sanity delusive
Pain is surreal, so is existence
Happiness, mythical and sadness an unwelcome stranger

They are hostages of their essence
Enjoying the power struggle
Busy, Floating around in chaos
Sweating in mundane
Waltzing on the void

My, happy children of mundane
For them, Negotiating confusion is survival
Blocking the deafening noise of history, winning

Buried in the hackneyed beauty of life
With each for the other

In this crowd
Their aches are still trace less
Pains don't leave any mark
Tears are hollow and screams silent

Suffocating in a teeming crowd of self
Their search for one other,
Just Any other, continues

This is the beauty of condemnation
That the teeming crowd within fondly calls Life.
 Nov 2013 Kelly Anne
Maham S
We revel in what we romanticize
With broken bones, we pretend to walk straight
Alas, we acknowledge, what we never had
What we couldn’t have
Almost. But not quite
Never quite the right time it shall be
And never again could we pretend
One fall was all it took for some
Millions failed to do so for others
Like red drops, pure in their essence
Like dying leaves, golden in their glory
Like surrendering waves, clearest in their end
We too understand
That having too much of what we never had
Is surely the downfall of a reigning crown,
a presiding throne, a forged pride.
 Nov 2013 Kelly Anne
Sir B
Raindrops dripping from the cold skies
Rain falling around us
Just a light drizzle
and us standing under the rain
just, standing
and looking at each other
removing all imperfections
and just staring at each others eyes
and rejoicing everything,

Rain drips down your,
hair, soaking wet
I am soaking too
but we look at each others eyes
Light Blue and Dark Brown
and just kiss
standing under the rain
under the cloudy skies
and kiss
with our hands intertwined
and still soaking

*We enjoy the moment
Just some poetry inspired by friends and the weather outside, I would love to know of someone who would stand outside in the rain with me.. I love the rain, especially the light drizzles. I do know of someone, but unlikely they would like to stand out in the rain.. with me. Anyway, light drizzles are amazingg.

Anddd, I cannot stand with not writing poetry. I have to. I am having nightmares and crazy bursts of emotions. This is one of my few ways to control it. If you have a problem with me... i seriously think you should get used to it.
 Nov 2013 Kelly Anne
Sorrow
I'm sorry.
I did not know.
And I wanted something different.
But that's just
all beside the point now.

Dear you.

In the end,
You didn't care much
Afterall.
Did you?

And here I am.
Still hoping you'll answer.

Here I am.

Until,
There.
I
Go.

I'd waited
here
without you
until
I saw
the rainfall.
I still believe your promise.
Oh that night of long ago...
When you were someone different,
and I was nothing like
myself.

Perhaps,
they still are living.
Those two ones who
belong.


You know I understood you?
But
Did you even
see my name.

I guess it's all one
sided. And we become
only alone.

But,
I still hold that you inside me.
At least there
he
can
Never
Die
Only,
suffocate so slowly.
Crushed by years
and years of
lies...

Tell me,
will we always be
alone?
"You know I dreamed about you...for 29 years, before I saw you."
Two words.
And die.

There go a million breaths.
Lies stay alive as I lie alone again.
A life worth the time to win within.

No truth will live through isolation.
We face our demons with desolation.
Look without open eyes to separation.
Know why while wanting real communication.

Nothing becomes your desire with only needs.
Remember, forget failure after you deceive.

Cold Candles taunt my fears.
Paranoia has brought it near.
Accepting the whispers we hear.
My still emotion stops tears.

Better days will have to greet me.
Feelings grab a hold mocking “be.”

Freedom is slowly dying with every mark.
Blows them out with it's morbid love for dark.
Yearn to simply warm a candle
Begin to finally grab a handle.

Watch my shoes come off my feet.
This time I do not want the seat.

By all means find worth in the fight
Try to discover reasons to see light.
Fly with me throughout this night.
Sly are those who are never right.

Weakness shows you the room to grow.
Strength guides this journey to know.

Respect my Sun, but don't look directly into it's eye.
Love my Ocean, but know the infinite limits that lie.
Heal my Earth, but don't waste tears with your cry.
Find my Wind, but only ask, in the moment, why?
 Nov 2013 Kelly Anne
D
This is what I wanted--what I want, right?
To be held close with no escape
Tightly in the night?

With the stars desire burning above,
His once tender kisses turn into something rough.
What use to be soft nipping on his part,
Becomes wild, animalistic bites of love.

He tells me to stop fighting
And give in to his touch.
I yield to his voice,
My own lost in the rush
Of my heart beating against my chest,

My soft flesh against his--
This isn't what I wanted,
But you cannot change what already is.
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