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ƛrtie Mar 2018
I dashed my hope
of giving voice to the words
that could have so easily been said.
Long after you’re gone,
I find myself hunting heads
between the rabble
not surrending
till I find one as nice as yours.
Long after you’re gone,
I sigh in a taxi around the night because
once more I return home
still without
having cherished the stars with you.
Long after you’re gone,
I’m more mess,more tangle, more cluster
than I used to.
but I keep reminding my drained bones
not to fall but
to stand upright
with maid,
even if they thought you were my backbone.
Long after you’re gone,
every other afternoon
for you
I sing the songs that
give voice to the words that could have so easily been said.
Long after you’re gone,
I reminisce and recapture your time on me
which resembles
the bees and the flowers in the spring,
long before it passes into oblivion.
Long after you’re gone,
I recall the moment
in which i reached your lips with my own
aiming to descend into your world
but you stepped back,
and long after you’re gone,
i haven’t gone under that kind of beauty again.
Long after you’re gone,
I scrawl poems on my bedroom walls
which embellish ways and oddities
in which I resort to
to make you remember.
But long after you’re gone,
I know you are
the poem i always needed.
ƛrtie Apr 2017
Unseen and uncounted,
did I sat and look
around –pathetic girl–
the only sound heard
the gentle move
of me easing myself out
your lucky hand.

Shadows casting by
the thin rays of moonlight,
the gaps in your heart.
Gnarled fingers
wagging at me
when my carved
feelings fight
and perform
their macabre dance.

Sighs.
And then I'm
just breathing again,
trapped in bornout faces,
lost in wrong places,
with just a superboy in my chest.

Managed to force
my way out,
doors locked,
lights and eyes shut,
just you testing
my sour mouth,
before my heart is done.
ƛrtie Apr 2017
As a gentle pulse of my verdant heart,
caressing my gracious unrivalled dreams,
you are the color to my shallow art,
I observe you and at once my soul beams.

You were the nitid glimmer that saw me when I was in the purity of dark,
as if your captivating eyes told me
between us lays love's invincible spark.

Honey, your love shuddered my withered heart,
like the breeze that crosses rills and shakes oaks,
with the abscense of you my world falls apart,
to the ashes of our warmth die my hopes.

Roses are red, violets are blue,
I'm out of my head while thinking of you.


  


ƛrtie Apr 2017
maybe im dreaming
in a pebble-free glass
on a fire without the ashes
in a gaze without temptation
in a kiss without the tingling on the lips and a love without edge and cutting glasses
sometimes im dreaming
just like that
ƛrtie Apr 2017
my slumber heart flickers
at the thought of you
how can you be?

its you and the moon
sleeping
wide awake
underneath and above
full of naivity

careless like the ocean breeze
and hearted
like a blank page
on a old notebook full of words
that mean
the ultimate
and complete
nothingness
ƛrtie Apr 2017
cardiogram
the pulses
of my verdant heart
when yours
blooms inside it
but the fear
of letting go is strong
and i chose butterflies
over aching petals
in the weakness
of the dark
ƛrtie Apr 2017
give me
a needle and a thred
at least
to sew my heart
back in place
just to see
if its beating again
those outchesting pulses
when hearing your name
im a puppet
stiched
by the flames
on your tongue
that keep me alive
healed
by your water that pours
every little flower
in me
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