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rain is falling hard
from the dark black skies above
flowing down your cheeks
  Sep 2016 Patricia Policarpio
Stephan
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I guess you just never know
when it is going to happen
one day here, bright blue skies
cool breezes and then ****, gone

What were the thoughts, those thoughts
things you were planning on saying
when the time was right
It was never right, or was it

In a flash, self promises become regrets
wishes end and dreams disappear
if those things still exist
when you don’t

And what is the next step
crying for all of those things
or nothing becomes your world
and the darkness is darker

Free-falling, wondering
if what is left behind cares
probably not, you aren’t and never were
and never will be again

It comes, when you least expect it
You go, when you least expect it
So, expect it……………..
the sun brightly shines
feel the breeze, warm as your arms
i can see your smile

the rain fell and thunders clapped
the storm came, i saw your back
SCARED OF THE FLOOD, ARE YOU?

I watched a movie yesterday entitled Garden of Words (a Makoto Shinkai film). The MC said a poem and they called it Tanka. It's my first time knowing about that form. So well, this is my first tanka and it is quite inspired by that movie.
I don't know how to ride a bicycle
So you grabbed the bike and showed me how
But I didn't quite understand how you did it

So you let me ride it while holding the backside
I pedalled slowly at first, then gradually faster
Until the breeze hits my face and I've got smile on my lips

At last, I thought, I learned how to ride it
Then I looked behind and saw the view
You're not holding it anymore, you're faraway from me

I'm far from you, and you waved goodbye
So, I turned towards north and pedalled some more
At last, I thought, I learned how to ride the bicycle.

I didn't know how to ride a bicycle
But you taught me how, so I turned towards north, and pedalled some more.
for some people only comes to your life to teach you something and help you balance life. but you gotta leave them behind and let go with a thankful heart.
PS I actually don't know how to ride a bicycle. Haha
I write about a love story
that I've never experienced
I write about all these
beautiful, wonderful things
that have never happened before.

I feel like a poser, writing
about you.
Disgusted with myself for writing about
a love affair with a guy
that I made up in my head.
15/3/2015
"do you ever stop and think about me?"

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my mind is constantly racing
thinking about all of the colours that
you're creating
i keep coming up with all these
different scenarios
like how you'd be coming up the
stairs having eyes just for me
or how you'd catch me watching you
watch me
i keep wondering about all the
possible meet ups that we could have had
the one off chances of a crazy maybe
love
but then my mom would bring me back to
reality
and i would suddenly be reminded of
the things that'll never be
something old
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