Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 Mar 2016 mysterious
kailasha
i am the poem and the poetess,
with irregular rhyme patterns and
dreams in clouds brewed from midnight coffee.

i am a prose neatly typed out,
handed in ten minutes after the deadline
stained with morning black tea.
student by day, loser by night
 Jan 2016 mysterious
kailasha
I am running away
                               to the edges of the universe

to catch up with my soul.
Wanderlust Extreme.
Pardon my senseless poetry.
 Jan 2016 mysterious
kailasha
Why do I need to love myself,
when I have your words comforting me
                 like the cup of hot tea in my hands and the blanket around me
                         this cold winter night.
I'm writing poems to you now, but you don't have to know
Its not a bad life
just a bad day
so get high
because the world
is too low

— The End —