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 Apr 2020 Anastasia
ms reluctance
Bottom heavy, firm to touch,
summer flushed round cheeks,
pleasantly pitted. Stripped ****,
swerve curve, mellow flesh
deseeded. Cubed, served
papaya.
Sweet!
NaPoWriMo Day 24
Poetry form: Epulaeryu
 Apr 2020 Anastasia
Andrew
You had once given
My heart wings
But now you stripped it
And left it feeling naked -
You once gave me
Strength when I had none -
Let me feel
When I thought
That I couldn’t feel a thing -
But now you took all that
And left me here
With nothing but these words -
Left me with the feeling
That I couldn't be more
Than what you see
Of me
 Apr 2020 Anastasia
Andrew
But I saw the world
scream your name
in a flash of colour
that scarred my brain -
You were a smile
in an instant that
lasted forever
and filled my world -
But a second gone too soon
that I could never catch,
that I would remember
for all that I said
 Apr 2020 Anastasia
Andrew
My heart mumbles your name
and my eyes long to see,
But everywhere
is somewhere that I won't
ever be

A song plays your smile
and my ears strain for noise,
But silence
is a sound that I
hear at course,

and Beauty marks my pen for you,
but I've forgotten how to write -
so blank
is the page that I weep over
tonight
Sometimes feelings ****
 Apr 2020 Anastasia
Andrew
She was everything -
But everything doesn't last forever,
and neither did she -

Happiness was
the clothes she wore,
but sadness

was the words she spoke
between lines of tears
that shattered everything
 Apr 2020 Anastasia
Marri
Alone(ly)
 Apr 2020 Anastasia
Marri
I’m ashamed,
I’m embarrassed,
I’m pathetic.
Aren’t I?

I want to be strong,
But I'm scared.
I’m absolutely terrified.

I don’t want to be alone anymore.

I feel weak for wanting someone.
I feel broken, I feel stupid.
I feel alone.

I want to be strong,
But I’m not.
I’m completely terrified.

I’m supposed to be ‘in love with myself’.
I’m supposed to ‘only need myself’.
I’m supposed to be independent.

I am independent,
I do love myself,
But I’m tired of it.

I’m tired of being alone.
Does that make me weak?

I’m sick of being alone,
Does that make me pathetic?

I don’t want to be alone anymore,
Does that make me lonely?

I’m so pathetic,
Aren’t I?
 Apr 2020 Anastasia
Sreeyaa
spark
 Apr 2020 Anastasia
Sreeyaa
It's been a long time,
since I stepped out of the dark,
I think it's a crime,
where's my spark?
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