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Neda Zeidieh Sep 2014
I tend to flip the pillow on its cold side,
the side that wakes me up,
and the cold tingle startles me at every flip.
the side that keeps me awake
once that cold sticky feeling has gone
with warmth it has been replaced
so i switch again
back to that cold sticky feeling
where i seem to find peace
where my eyes stay open
again and again i switch sides
until  no energy is left
conserved within my weak body
i wearily close my heavy eyes
and what i feared had started to happen
once again
-of you i started to dream-
yet on my mind you weren't all day
through my thoughts
once, you hadn't passed
yet you managed
to sneak into my dreams
to get rid of your presence there i must
but always
after i awake
from these odd seeings
i catch myself
smiling :)
to stop dreaming of you i cant, although the long days of thinking of you have been long over
Neda Zeidieh Sep 2014
That single leaf flutters by
with the wind swooshing it right and left
until on the ground safely it lands
my feet click and clack
with the pale concrete floor
and so do yours
just next to mine
The wind pushes softly
playing with both our hair
you joke and i giggle
you smile and i blush
The wind is more violent
the clouds are more gloomy
the wind pushes your hand
right into mines, you claimed !
and my heart smiles
never like before
off the ground lifted i feel
like that leaf swooshing
in the warm windy air
you glance at me softly
and agree with my thoughts
But to ever land
back on the concrete ground,
shall I?
Does the-Holding hands with your lover- moment pull you out of reality, or just even the glance of him/her or even the thought of him/her passing in your mind make you feel so unreal and so plugged out of life momentarily?
  Sep 2014 Neda Zeidieh
Tryst
~

Love!               vs              Love?

I love you!                      I love you?
It's true, I do!                 It's true, I do
Wonder why?              Wonder why;
You love me too!          You love me too?
~
First published 22nd September 2014, 10:00 AEST.
  Sep 2014 Neda Zeidieh
Jenni
Her eyes,
Like many others,
Are the color of a turbulent sea
Her voice,
Like many others,
Is gentle, yet forceful at the same time
Her words,
Like many others,
Bring kindness and laughter to the world
Her thoughts,
Like many others,
Are full of demons that she rarely shows
Her mind,
Like many others,
Is a medley of music and poems
Her heart,
Like many others,
Sits squarely in the right place

The little things about her,
Individually,
Are nothing special
But by some act of serendipity
They have coalesced
And I am thankful every day that they did

You are so much more than a collection of adjectives
You are my best friend (and probably my soul mate)
Kaitlyn I basically wrote you a love poem because we're a little bit married already. I'm sorry it's not the best but it's pretty late and for some reason I decided that I should do this now.
I am torn between
Running to your door
And telling you I love you
Face to face
Or
Crawling in my bed
And whispering I love you
From far away

**(I wonder which one you would hear better)
I want you to do the same


I want you to love me better
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