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  Jul 2020 Nadine Peñaverde
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red lips,
high heels,
a few bits
of love feels
like a burning paper —
slowly consuming me
out of uncertainty.
i am burning.
  Jul 2020 Nadine Peñaverde
jonas
i never could've imagined a life
where i would be better off outside of your arms
but here i am
and there you are
a million miles away
and only inches from my memory
on leaving a narcissist.
I stared at my canvas,
Unshakable, proud and bold
I swirled the colours around
And my story, I told

I started out with rose
Pouring my love
I added some white
The colour of my dove

I sprinkled some sky
Calling me wise
And a touch of yellow
For the sun to rise

I worked on it for days
And months and years
I wanted it to be perfect
The life I held so dear

Finally, one night
As bright as a ray
I felt complete
I stepped away

Staring back at me
Was my smile
  Jul 2020 Nadine Peñaverde
Beng
Watching the sunset
feels so peaceful
Watching the sunset
indeed's blissful
But no sunset
can be so beautiful
when i look at you
some poem drafts on my notebook
  Jul 2020 Nadine Peñaverde
Maelynn
Your eyes as clear as summer skies
Can be clouded in an instant by a summer storm;
And yet-
I love them all the more.

Freckles dot your skin,
Emulating stars in the vast night sky,
And I know if I were to follow them
I would be guided home.

Your unruly hair blows wild in the wind stirred up around us,
And yet-
I feel not the slightest chill while wrapped up in your arms.

And if I were to be with you on the worst of days,
My heart would soar to know I had the privilege of seeing the parts of you that no one else cared to notice;

Because all of your pieces and parts may not be perfect,
And yet-
I wouldn't want you any other way.
Sorry for the few day break!! Excited to be back☺️
I want so badly
for you to message me
Anything,
I just want to know
That at least once
I’ve crossed your mind
And you couldn’t
resist the urge
To reach out to me
I want so badly
for some sort of
reassurance
That,
to you,
I didn’t mean
nothing
  Jul 2020 Nadine Peñaverde
Meera
you inhale tragedies
and exhale poetry
From where do you get your perseverance?
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