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You are
the ink,
the page,
the poem.
"Surely you must've known, it was all for you." -Pride and Prejudice
  Jul 2014 Michael Duong
Urmila
I waited for your call, but it never came,
I called you then, you insisted we're the same

How can that be true, if you never reach out,
How can I believe you, with a heart full of doubt?

We never had a deal, but I always honoured my part,
Why did you stop? Rather, why did you ever start?

You said beautiful words, that resonate in my mind,
Were they empty? Or did reading between lines turn me blind?

I want to hold you so close, that we're almost one,
I want to do so much, but these thoughts I must shun

Why am I attached to you, like a caterpillar stuck to its cocoon
Was it meant to be, or did I feel too much too soon?

I don't want to be the beast of your burden, an ***** you're forced to sever,
But I don't want an existence without you, the thought makes me quiver

We mattered to you, at one point, I think that's true,
That time has passed, I'm getting around the new you

You'll have a change of heart some day, that's all I can hope,
I'll hold on as long as I can, until you cut the frayed rope
From a place I'm trying to figure out
  Jul 2014 Michael Duong
kyla marie
last summer
I met a boy of 6 feet tall
he is two years older than me
he listens to punk rock
has an alcoholic father,
and his kisses
are sweeter than honey
and softer than silk

we spent countless, long, dreamy
cold, rainy, humid
nights
in my backyard
with the smell of too much hairspray
which I can not bring myself to smell again
and mosquito spray which I never apply anymore
11pm
4am
the hours passed by like minutes, seconds

under the stars
telling secrets
I was scared
scared of losing him
even though he was already lost

fading
disapearing
slowly and then all at once

hallways
silence
stares
me alone
him and her

11pm
4am
hours seem like eternitys, milleniums
crying
flashbacks
thinking about the us that will never be
blood spills on the paper
spelling out your words, promises
do I even cross his mind
maybe  probably not  no

I'm sorry I wasn't
skinny
pretty
funny
admirable
good
enough

I'm sorry

we didn't even say goodbye

goodbye, Brandan
this is a letter that will never be sent
  Jul 2014 Michael Duong
Kay
have you ever broken something and tried to put it back together?

you usually can't find every single piece

but you glue the bigger pieces together

it's not perfect but it doesn't look half bad

most people won't notice it's broken unless they look hard enough

and that's kind of how it was after you left

I was like a broken vase that you dropped on purpose

it may have taken 6 months for me to put most of the pieces back together

and I'm still missing some

but only a couple people had to look hard enough to notice such sadness in my eyes

and everytime I see the half broken vase in my hallway I smile

because even though it's missing some pieces it still stands

it may not be perfect but it's fixable

And it gives me hope that maybe one day I'll be okay

without you,
the missing piece
I wrote this a while ago.
  Jul 2014 Michael Duong
Kay
your eyes are as blue as the ocean
and my hair is as blonde as the sun

together we both make the perfect beach day

but sometimes
you become dark

and that's when it storms

you become the dull grey sky

I try to light you up but it only makes things worse
and I guess that makes me the lightening

It may be dark and stormy

but what's a storm without lightening?

and what would the ocean be like if there was no sun?

what would I be like if i didn't have you?

I have a strong feeling I'm about to find out soon

maybe they were right
and maybe sometimes there's no calm before the storm

sometimes the storm just randomly hits,
hard

and maybe one day,
It won't clear up
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