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makeloveandtea Feb 2015
I say, **** it.
**** the world.
These words will,
never make sense to you.
Yes,
I use disgraced abuse
Well,
**** it.
My scraped knees are beautiful.
The tear of my thighs; luminous.
Dark shadows beneath my eyes
and my bleak personality,
perfection.
Does my pretense happiness,
upset you?
Oh love,
pretense is the only real thing about me.
I am made of lies
and coral smiles.
I say, **** it.
**** the world.
You are only a theory.
There is hardly reality in you.
makeloveandtea Feb 2015
I'm not more than,
a coquette.
But I fall in love sometimes.
I'm not more than,
drizzle,
In the vast sea of cry.
I'm not more than,
a sozzled thought
sobering up by dawn.
I'm as meaningless,
as the words I write
and the emotions that come along.
I'm only a vain prayer.
Not more than, a high.
I'm dancing along the strings
to the melody of goodbye.
I'm nothing more,
than nothingness
of this abyss, I call life.
I'm the pale skin,
pressed against
your judgmental knife.
I'm not more than,
a poet.
Every word I write is a lie.
I'm not more than,
drizzle
in the vast sea of cry.
makeloveandtea Feb 2015
It's hard to be meaningful
when your thoughts,
are contorted and destroyed.
Anything that I will ever be,
will be meaningless and flawed.
There will be passion,
there always is.
And there will be lies,
there always is.
Oh. and a universe of stars
in the palm of my hands.
I will hand you a piece of
my world, and move on.
Till I am left with no more.
I know,
it makes no sense.
It's hard to make sense,
when your thoughts
are lies and hollow.
Well, what can I say?
I will never make sense.
makeloveandtea Feb 2015
Autumn day and coral leaves.
Time and time; there's not much to gain.
People live and people die.
I'm merely a boat,
collecting rain.
I'm still here,
when they come along
with their sweet kisses and goodbyes.
I'm still here,
singing the same 'ol song.
Verse by verse, your beautiful lies.
Laughing during the sunshine,
I'm radiating at the
break of day.
Oh, here comes again...
drizzle. drizzle. drizzle.
Here, it's mostly grey.
Oh, what more do you want?
I'm tired,
my omniscient little crowd.
I'm merely a boat,
collecting rain.
Someday, I too will drown.
makeloveandtea Feb 2015
I woke up startled today
and yesterday,
I spilt coffee on my coverlet.
Two week old scribble,
still on my skin.
I forget. Oh, I forget.
The shade of black
on my TV screen.
I've been staring at it,
for hours.
Twenty four missed calls
and broken hearts.
Oh, I'm such a coward.
I woke up startled today.
I'm bathing in a pool
of meaningless tears.
I'm lying on the floor.
I don't want to be here.
I don't want to be here.
I'm laughing so hard,
I want to etch myself
with knifes.
Happiness. Happiness.
In this beautiful life.
I woke up startled today.
Outside it's grey and rain.
I guess, I'll sleep some more,
on my coffee stain.
makeloveandtea Jan 2015
I don't live here
Or even close by.
I'd tell you where I live
but I wouldn't want to lie;
you won't like it a bit.
I live in the casted shadows
of trees sprouting life.
Hiding away from
the unbearable ray of light,
that you call,
Hope.
I float as disguised dust
in the air that doesn't get a chance in the sunlight.
I live in ordinary coincidences
and sunken tears on pillow cases.
I'm in the coffee stains,
the discouraging rains
and naive romances.
I live in the kind people with tragic endings,
the whispers on nostalgic lanes
and lonesome dances.
Now, I've told you where I live,
in the realities of the miracles you live by
and in all honesty, it doesn't feel like home.
I wouldn't want to lie.
makeloveandtea Jan 2015
Woke up today
in an unfamiliar place.
The lights didn't shine here,
the way I remembered it
and the curtains danced
to a different tune.
The waves leaped higher than yesterday.
I sank just a little bit.
The walls are a different color,
Still blurry but
a darker shade of grey.
Here, days are night and nights;
well, night.
Neighbors here have vacant stares
and not much to say.
Woke up today
in an unfamiliar place.
it's been a while,

still unfamiliar.
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