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 Sep 2015 Ofelia Rose
Chokatha
I was born by a lioness
on a bed of moss
in the wilderness
she sang to me

When the day has come
for my wings to unfold
and for me to fly,
don't forget to sing to me
 Aug 2015 Ofelia Rose
Ghazal
Nestled in a cosy little corner,
Blooming out from an old branch,
The newest offspring- young,
slender, fresh, entranced
By something never experienced before,
Unfurled himself in joyous glory,
And absorbed the single sweet drop
That drenched his welcoming body.
The other leaves chuckled lovingly
And the birds chirped at the display,
The entire tree rustled with glee watching
The little one rejoice on his first rainy day.
 Aug 2015 Ofelia Rose
Kris
1.02am
 Aug 2015 Ofelia Rose
Kris
i remember you saying small things
so small
they could've gone unnoticed
by so many people

"i should just die right now,"
you said
and people laughed
and said
"me, too,"

i remember my heart
skipping a beat
when i saw
the darkness
underlying your words
and the grey
colouring your tone

i remember smiling
and laughing it off
because i knew
you didn't want to talk about it
but my mind
was racing
racing to stop
the clouds from taking over you

racing racing r a c i n g

but not fast enough

i remember my heart stopping
when i saw
the pills
1
2
3
...
... ...
32

all gone
down your throat

i remember crying on the phone
for the first time in a long time
to someone else
begging
begging them to go over
and check on you

i remember cabbing down
at 1.02am
not quite sure
how to feel

i remember you throwing up
28
4 left in you

thank god thank god t h a n k  g o d

i remember that night
being a night
full of morbid jokes
because you didn't know how else to cope

i remember laying beside you
3 people on a thin mattress meant for 2
but neither of us cared
because you were breathing between us

i remember you
a year ago
saying that people never stay with you
can i be your constant?
can i be the friend to stick by you?

i remember so many things
about you
and
i never want to see the day
where the only way i can see you
is to remember you
there are rotted roses
twinged between my teeth --
little prickles
but flowers, god ******
petals in my mouth --
soft and fleshy bubbly
love wings

I wonder what war
might taste like to me --
exploding cures
and frostbite, god ******
cold sores in your cavity --
brittle and hopeful hallow
swallow crowns
 Aug 2015 Ofelia Rose
ASB
whenever the summer sun
sets on the day,
and night falls and I
feel you drifting
away --

I remember your presence,
your laughter, your eyes,

across distance and time
and the starry night's skies.

when we're separated by
time zones, and space,
I think of the way
your hair falls in your face;
of your sunset kisses,
your smile, like champagne --

my gods, how I wish
we could be aeroplanes.

  (like jet engines, going
   no place in time --
   no clouds, no turbulence, just
   altitude & wine).
I miss you,
Though you haven't left,
At least not yet,
But you're not all here.

I need you,
But I act like I don't,
I hurt you,
I pushed you too far.

I love you,
Though that's not fair,
I'm much less,
You deserve so much more.

I care about you,
But don't get too close,
I'm sorry,
The people near me get hurt.
 Aug 2015 Ofelia Rose
Rapunzoll
He's the dagger
twisted in my gut,
all the pretty words
dolled up with a
smile that is anything
but pure or true.

He's a spicy treat,
when all I'm looking for
is something sweet.

Perhaps it's wrong of
me, to search for love
in eyes that wander so
far I have to make
maps of their journey.

He has me falling
from the tallest crevices
with promises to catch
me with arms that are
already holding another.

He's a lost cause,
a candle blown out,
the stolen kiss that
was never returned.

But I'd bet all my
money on him within
a heartbeat if he said
he felt even a mere
shadow of what I did.
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Waking up at 3 am
Wondering why you woke up so soon
Was it a bad dream again?

Daydreaming at 3pm
What's on your mind?
Hopes that will always remain as hopes?

Staying up until 1 am
Wishing that he would be thinking of you
But has he ever thought of you as much as you thought of him?
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