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Leila Valencia Jun 2016
Humming, humming slowly - whispers of heated nothings

Burning brightly through galactic stars...
The tiniest embers, piercing slowly- trickling, until black charcle sheets taint me

Before the black night, I didn't know you - talking was pointless

Touching, without the physical touch
Holding, with out being held - hell, this may be

In presence with souls intertwined
Our heated embers soared into flames of brilliant shades
Our time, our moment - so quick.

Our flames were the pinnacle of grace, but bound to be grace would fall one day - unpredictably it did.

Until, days came, all left - burns

As do, the greatest loves, do not stay when they should
Leaving when they shouldn't.
A beautiful bright love - that doesn't last
Leila Valencia Jun 2016
Carefully caressing your cheek
Fretting fiercely over fig cake
Greeting gracefully
Gorging gloriously

Happily humming hyms heroically
While finishing fig cake ferociously

Starting in p ending in y

Plainly pointing the position
The poppies placed with percision

Deliciously devilishly delightful
Boy! Fig cake filled me up...

Sitting, satiating sizable crumbs
Placed on the poppy plate

Suddenly the slightest smell sinks my sore eyes
I decided to rise to go to bed

Ahhhhhh....
Eating and sleeping. My lovely paradise
Leila Valencia Jun 2016
Blue birds peck away
The bark coils by the forest bay
In its hidden gems, a lost trail

A girl tip toeing around the bay
It's green and black, mucky, sticky
A havoc from step one
The trail.... Crumbled...

Face it, rather she stood by the blue bird
Ticking, picking... Much to much, Somewhat a spinning top The mind plays.
It's stays in haze, distant.....

After much to long, waits she does
For the sun to spray her morning message clear.
Her mind doesn't have to spin anymore - if they tell her what to say

Autum isn't waiting, debating - much to long
She strays her mind.
To whom to confine in the mines of breaking branches

The blistering wind pushes her body, pushes it in the forest bay trail

Now winter comes,
The forest leaves
Conceive the cold feeling, of barren trees
The emptiness sits around, within

The coldness feelings may it never leave
Not making decisions and hiding them. Waiting to make real decisions. Not making them quicker can have consequences
Leila Valencia Jun 2016
Watching your arms limp
Limp you say, watching a man being torn to shreds
Bits of asphalt edge in my skin

Looking within from out of the bounds
Looking within, looking..
The man steps down, shameful - walks dutifully away

The sneering dog-vicious teeth before him was a trick to the eye
That poor man
Didn't see
The dog was just like you and me

But only the wise heart had time to see the truth, it is him not you - dear old friend
Leila Valencia Jun 2016
Gales of gorgeous - magenta
Magnetic, momentous as thy flight my soul goes on...

Along with all
Paper planes pupils
Upon, upon, going away - whoosh!
The mountain tops peeping grey
Ineluctably transcend, dreams

Wings made of star dust
Whimpering the fly once more
I shake in immediate readiness
Yet my paper wings fall flat

Will the wings break once more
Before I touch reliefs shore?
Leila Valencia May 2016
Dancing at waters edge
Alone, afar, a dream apart
Hypnotizing ripples, seemlisly
Blackened sky hangs, hopelessly

Its canvas unavoiding speckleded spots chuckle
You chuckle back - knowing your eyes have met their pieces of above
Leila Valencia May 2016
Hesitation burns so lightly
Heavily holding
This grandeous hypocrisy

Who shall pay for dinner?

Him or her ?
Questioning social norms
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