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Maggie Georgia Jun 2019
I write down
What I can’t say

Feelings and emotions
That are stuck in my head
Flow out of me
When I type
Unprocessed thoughts
A cacophony of feelings

But I’m starting to say
What the pen once did

Do I still need to write?
Maggie Georgia Jan 2019
Writing through water
Thinking through dirt.
Brain, getting fuzzy.
really? don’t lie.
Study? I cannot.
Make me do it!
Please, make me do it..
Me, I, seeks help.
I can’t think the same,
I’m not the same.
Homework, tall brick wall,
Sports, I can do,
Essay, felt the tear,
I want to scream,
But I feel nothing.
It’s not a thing
Yet, but hopefully
Soon, I won’t fail.
But I will fall down
And never get up.
5 syllables 4 syllables. A poem I wrote while writing an essay, an essay I did not finish, an essay I wanted to cry over.
Maggie Georgia Aug 2018
Sipping on happiness,
Sadness withering away
as the sun lingers on my skin.
It’s a beautiful day today.

On my right,
The creativity is thriving
Minds are filled with abstraction;
She can’t be stopped.
The pencil moves as colour imprints
With the magic of a hand,
This is all human doing.
Her mind is as beautiful as this day
The sun shining
is the highlight of her drawing
The rich soil
Is the colour she creates
The wind
Is the way her hand moves.
Thé Chai is right in front of me
It’s a bright day today.
Maggie Georgia Aug 2018
Kalea Kalea
I stare at her from my seat
She always surprises me I can’t look away
Laughing eyes
She tries her best to be true
She hates the fakes
Loves underlying truth
Happy thoughts
I can’t stop smiling
My heart feels joy and her person is ecstatic
Souls, safe
Your spirit’s safe with me
I keep you in my heart beside Chau and Rush
Hugs from you
I love when we embrace
I know sometimes you can’t make up your mind whether or not we’re friends
Kalea Kalea
Nothing you do
Now, or later
will force me to love you less
You’ll be in my heart till time has passed away
  Aug 2018 Maggie Georgia
Raindrop
I realized I liked you when
our eyes met then I immediately
looked away as if it was the first time
I laid my eyes on you.

I realized I liked you when
I made a list of things we could
talk about but ended up blanking out
when I started talking to you.

I realized I’ve fallen for you when
we were in a concert and you
accompanied me throughout the night.
I knew my heart was pounding not from
the loud speakers but from you
being so close to me.

I realized I’ve fallen for you when
I got nervous and you held my hand,
comforting me with no words said;
contented with how our fingers
interlaced with one another.

I realized I loved you when
I started writing about you and
our happy moments that now have
turned into memories.

I realized I loved you when
I turned you into poetry.
I do have feelings for this person but because I'm being careful not to conclude that "it's love" easily, I kept denying to myself that I 'might' do... until I started writing for and about her and had turned her my muse.
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