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 Oct 2014 Michelle Oag
Min Blue
A distant memory
Overshadowed by fear and agony

Like a once upon a time
In a tragic fairytale

The city of lights
That reminded me of you
Now reminded me of freedom

Oh baby, I don't need you

I am
my own
*happiness
i'm done with love
i'm done with feelings
i'm done with words
that never had meaning

i'm done with hatred
i'm done with feelings
i'm done with flames
that never seem to burn out

i'm done with sadness
i'm done with feelings
i'm done with tears
that never fade away

i'm done with a lot of things
i'm done with people;
how they bring others down
how they let things linger

but there is one thing i haven't given up on:
*happiness
Im a MSFT but im a teen...can that be? can i be two people at once and love the person that love's me the teen of me is a coward can't you see?, but that cowardly teen would never be me

sincerly-Kingvolt
IF i can see the blue ocean flows into the face of poetry than i will drown in it over and over and over until god never gives me another chance

sincerley-Kingvolt
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If I may not be wrong
even it is true
that everything is not for me at all
but when sometimes Camellia called me
I felt all loves were for me
and I thought
me for love
love for mine
and it grew my dream

If I may not be wrong
even it is true
that every Autumn will not be
played with my wish
when truly I felt that the Rose never withered
but it grew gray
and my dreams went away

If I may not be wrong
even it is true
that every hope will not be
staying tuned forever
In my springtime when kite flew in the blue sky
and it felt me as the bird's feather
the sky turned colored
it grew in my dream again

If I may not be wrong
even it is true
that every love is a real love
and when you told me that
you will be with me forever
the red Roses bloomed everywhere
it grew in my dream again
but when you went away
I felt that I was standing alone on the shore
my dreams flew away

If I may not be wrong
but again, when I felt the mild breeze blowing
two birds were singing together
and loving each other
the Spring sprung,
again I heard your voice on the shore
and you told me,
you would not be alive without leaving mine
and again, love grew in my dream

///
@Musfiq us shaleheen
If I may not be wrong: A Love Poem that brings the dreams again
Tracing the outline of your scars
Is like reading your soul.
The stories they can tell.
Just more parts to your whole.
Never cover them,
Do not be ashamed
Your scars show the truth
Of life filled with love and pain.
They are a part of you,
What makes you truly whole
I'll trace the outline of each scar
To better understand your soul.
For a friend.
You know who you are. :)
You made me
something..
Taught me what it truly
meant to be
blissfully and actually,
acutely,
happy.
Things changed.
Sometimes...
not so perfectly..
always aware of me.
It was falling apart ever so slightly
But you made me
happy.
You made me
unhappy.
Both working
in harmony.
Things change.
Today I think you’re happy.
And today there’s me,
surviving miserably,
uncontently,
but voluntarily,
To the whisper “not meant to be”
You've found someone new and shiny,
Better than me-
convincingly.
I miss what we used to be.
I wish we could be.
I hope you’re happy.
I will be.
eventually.
 Oct 2014 Michelle Oag
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Steps
 Oct 2014 Michelle Oag
ryn
my steps are just attempts
to stow away
on the sails, on future's mast

as I walk away,
leaving behind the trail
of my unsuccessful past...
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