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 Jan 2016 Kylia
ryn
I was a shape in my cosy little shell,
I stayed...
I nestled.
My cookie-cutter thoughts would
occasionally rebel...
And stray to the windows.
But still they were imprisoned by the
walls that surrounded.

I would steal bashful peeks
out a window.
I'd let my senses take unrestricted flights,
as I stared into the grandeur of the carnival
that seemed to have sprouted overnight...

Just beyond the confines of my home.

"What a marvellous circus!" I'd think...
I'd gawk with child-like adoration
and never blink.

The universe lay sprawled
in a celebration of systematic chaos.
It stretched far into the horizon...
A delight to the senses,
perceived through such young eyes.
The world had told me stories.
They were like fireworks
that speared up to the sky.

I wanted to be a part of the jubilee...
I longed for the validation of my existence.
I wished to claim the gift of life bestowed upon me.
I'd resent being held hostage by my indoctrinated ignorance.

I was a shape.
I knew I was a square.
I knew I had a home...
But not within those four walls.
Simply because...
My heart wasn't there.
 Jan 2016 Kylia
RuNe
Melancholia
 Jan 2016 Kylia
RuNe
It's time for me to go.

That time when unknowingly we become friends. Everyday you'll show up to greet me and we would share our favorite songs that made us sing along to them. You would tell a funny stories or you'll be cracking corny jokes just to make me laughing with you. You would read lovely stories or sometimes naughty one just to get reaction from me that say's I am listening. You would read poems that expressed your feelings or would web one from your own that felt good for my aching heart. You would play your guitar or just singing to me just so I'd fall a sleep at the sound of your voice for you know how insomniac I am. When bad days are up, you would listen to all of my rant about me and you would interrupt me by telling all the wonderful things we would do together just to see me smile.  And I would do all of it when the times you're the one who needed them most.

Everyday I would painfully wait for you.

When I can't handle the pain anymore, I told you that we should stop this.

"But why?" You said, confusion written in your soft blue eyes.

I sadly replied with tears in my eyes that put sadness in yours. "I am falling."

Begging me not to stop seeing you. "I'll catch you." with tears in your eyes and my soft heart will concede.

That was three years ago... Those are my happiest and now I must let you go, for your own good and for my own  heart, to stop it from bleeding whenever I long to hear your voice or to see your smiling red pouting lips that would turn your chubby cheeks to pinkish with your twinkling blue eyes.

I have to ... even if this will be going to **** me someday... I have to leave.

I won't say goodbye though for I still need to feel you in my dreams. Memories that would make me smile on the saddest days of my life, strikes on me again.

Mucco Mucco Honey
It's just me thinking...
 Dec 2015 Kylia
Mike Hauser
You used to be a part of me
Now all I do is make believe
What friends are left, now all they see
Is how my life is incomplete

I went ahead and changed my name
To Incomplete as of late
At any given time of day
That's the statement that I make

Through all intents and purposes
I'll make it through the worst of this
Remembering our relationship
And all that I poured into it

Now as Mr. Incomplete
I walk alone along these city streets
Remembering the better half of me
And how it all used to be

Things have never been the same
Since with your help I changed my name
Want you to know it's not to late
To change it back if you'll just say

But as it is in all of this
I'm living out my emptiness
All of this came more or less
On the day that you left

You made me out to who I am
That, no more than half a man
Mr. Incomplete is where I stand
Known far and wide throughout the land
 Dec 2015 Kylia
Mike Hauser
Hello...
 Dec 2015 Kylia
Mike Hauser
Hello, Mr. Misery
Not happy with anything
Once had a song he no longer sings
As life has lost all of its meaning

Hello, Mrs. Waves Goodbye
That's all she ever seems to do in life
Questions the meaning as she wonders why
She only gets the chance to say goodbye

Hello, Mr. Know-It-All
Do you actually think your're better off
Going through this life alone and all
Thinking you're the only one to make the call

Hello, Mrs. Like The Wind
Blowing back and forth then back again
Never knowing where you're going to land
With no idea if you even can

Hello, Mr. I Don't Care
About anything that goes on out there
Don't dare to go anywhere
Best to just sit around and stare

Hello, Mrs. I Give Up
With all of it has clearly had enough
All she can say is no thank you very much
Wish the rest of you all the luck
 Dec 2015 Kylia
Mike Hauser
The spleen can be a peculiar thing
Riding high just above the jeans
When it no longer serves its purpose
And the doctors say that it must leave

Oh how the spleen once stood so proud
With the vertebrates in the local crowd
Now we give it the old collage wave
As the doctors toss it out

Where it goes nobody knows
To spleen heaven? Do they have those?
If all dogs go to heaven
Then with spleens we can only hope

That one day we will reunite
With our missing spleens in paradise
If you ask me that sounds real nice
I just hope they keep it on ice
I have a friend that her mother is being operated on tomorrow...removal of the spleen. Thought it called for a good (that's debatable) poem.
P.S. My friend loved it...not sure about her mother.
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