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Jan 2015 · 392
Seaskies
Peter Simon Jan 2015
I woke up in an ear-bleeding silence
My alarm clock froze on my bedside table

As I shove off my blanket of me,
The sun hasn’t sneaked in the windows yet

So I crawled out of bed
And headed to my room’s glass square hole

Rubbing my eyes, I slowly pulled the curtains,
Only to find out what my eyes couldn’t swallow

It’s not orange clouds in a purple sky that I saw
Instead, a tiny light oozing from the surface of dim Adam’s ale

It’s not fowls that crept among the winds
But hundreds of sea beasts paddling ways in the water

I was dumbfounded by the sight
That I almost fall over

Gently, I tapped the glass window
And to my surprise, it started to crack

And the liquid came flooding into my room,
So I tried to open my eyes and it was over.
Dec 2014 · 3.2k
Be No Butterfly
Peter Simon Dec 2014
You know how you and a butterfly similar?
You both have very beautiful wings.
You are both beautiful but you don't see it.

You know how to make a difference?
Try not being a butterfly and see your beauty,
Unless you wanna see yourself like a moth forever.
Dec 2014 · 283
Untitled
Peter Simon Dec 2014
The pool is freezing but it's alright
I'm gonna welcome the water with my arms open wide
Dec 2014 · 303
If All I Could Do Is Write
Peter Simon Dec 2014
If the rain would never end,
Then I want to have my shoes all soaked up

If rainbows were not to appear,
Then I want to have the best memories I could ever have

If the coffee is not warm enough,
Then I'll stay on the hearth rug 'til warmth comes

If all those memories won't come back,
Then I'll be in the depths of nothingness

Forever...
Dec 2014 · 553
Untitled
Peter Simon Dec 2014
I S H M A E L   R E E D
beware  :  do not read this poem

tonite  ,  thriller was
abt an ol woman  , so vain she
surrounded herself w /
     many mirrors

it got so bad that finally she
locked herself indoors & her
whole life became the
     mirrors

one day the villagers broke
into her house  ,  but she was too
swift for them  .  she disappeared
     into a mirror

each tenant who bought the house
after that  ,  lost a loved one to
     the ol woman in the mirror :
     first a little girl
     then a young woman
     then the young woman / s husband

the hunger of this poem is legendary
it has taken in many victims
back off from this poem
it has drawn in yr feet
back off from this poem
it has drawn in yr legs

back off from this poem
it is a greedy mirror
you are into this poem   .   from
     the waist down
nobody can hear you can they   ?
this poem has had you up to here
     belch
this poem aint got no manners
you cant call out frm this poem
relax now & go w /  this poem
move & roll on to this poem
do not resist this poem
this poem has yr eyes
this poem has his head
this poem has his arms
this poem has his fingers
this poem has his fingertips
this poem is the reader & the
reader this poem

statistic   :   the us bureau of missing persons reports
      that in 1968 over 100,000 people disappeared
      leaving no solid clues
nor trace          only
           a space in the lives of their friends
Nov 2014 · 1.2k
Rainbows
Peter Simon Nov 2014
I was stuck in the midst of eternity,
For "forever" seemed tempting
Couldn't choose between fantasy and reality,
For no puzzle piece seemed fitting

You're in front of me,
Words won't come out freely
A butterfly passed between us,
And I wondered if it came out of me

The playground's silence is deafening
The emotions are suffocating
In my head I heard you laughing
Because you're in front of a weakling

Now, I still couldn't decide
Should I tell it to you tonight
'Coz love means like leaves falling,
And you know I'm afraid of heights

But rainbows are free
And so is fantasy
Peter Simon Nov 2014
Once, there was a boy
A boy who cried wolf

The town people believed him
So they took all their sheep
They took them all to be kept hidden

Then, the people found out
That it was a prank

They got angry at first
But they forgave the boy later on
Asking him to never do that again

He agreed in everything
Everything was settled, then


The boy did it over again
Of course, the town, for the second time,
Got mad for they believed him once more

They did what they did the first time,
They forgave the boy

This time, they never bothered
Asking him to never repeat what he did
For they knew he still would, soon

And they weren’t wrong.
They heard the boy, again, cried out,
“Wolf! Wolf!”

But this time, no one bothered getting up
To hoard the sheep up to keep safe

In the morning, they were surprised,
Flabbergasted, to be precise
Because in that very daybreak,
They learned that the boy wasn’t lying anymore
The title says the boy lied three times... Yes he did. So, the question now is: "What really happened to the sheep if he lied thrice?"
Nov 2014 · 1.3k
Fireflies
Peter Simon Nov 2014
It was raining really hard,
I’m standing under an empty shed
And the sky wasn’t starred,
Seems like all the lights were dead

You came under the umbrella,
With your face neither happy nor sad
I looked up hoping to see the Capella,
But still the sky seemed mad

Slowly, I glanced at you,
I caught you staring at me
Then the wind hardly blew,
The freezing rain fell free

Suddenly, the shower stopped
You smiled, I blushed
Overwhelmed, my gaze dropped,
And everything around hushed

Then lights started flickering,
I thought they were the stars
But no, they weren’t shimmering,
The fireflies were ours
Nov 2014 · 217
Night
Peter Simon Nov 2014
And because without the darkness, we wouldn't see the stars...
Nov 2014 · 3.1k
She
Peter Simon Nov 2014
She
She smiled softly but this time it was different. Her face smiled, but her eyes didn't.
Nov 2014 · 2.9k
An Ant's Awful Adventure
Peter Simon Nov 2014
In a straight line I walk,
A lot of work, without talk
Under leaves and over rocks
Heavy lifts to keep our stocks

The Queen has ordered this
Everything she wants, we can't miss
Now, I regret I've followed her wish
'Cause I've risked my life with this

The enormous creature's over our heads
Makes me wanna break our thread
Its gigantic limb slowly lands
And the last thing I could do is wave my hands...
Nov 2014 · 336
Them
Peter Simon Nov 2014
Can you even fool the butterflies?
Nov 2014 · 1.4k
Falling
Peter Simon Nov 2014
I wanna say I love you but it means falling, and I'm afraid of heights.
Nov 2014 · 1.8k
Happiness
Peter Simon Nov 2014
With you, I’m complete. With you, I’m alive. I might be stuttering, but I like the feeling. The feeling of having those butterflies flapping their wings inside my stomach. It just feels heaven. And when I say heaven, it seems I could live eternally. Happiness.
Nov 2014 · 586
As White As Snow
Peter Simon Nov 2014
It has always seemed forever
That I could ever hold you closer
The reality that always embraces me,
I will never get why exactly

Your wisps as black as ebony,
Your lips as red as cherry;
Your eyes as blue as the sea,
Your skin that seemed so snowy

If only I could caress you,
In my arms I’ll surround you;
I know your body’s not that feeble,
But please, never eat that apple

For it surely will ruin my dream,
Dream of having you as my Queen;
Of course, there’s only you who could satisfy,
The thirst that in heaven, I could fly

You, M’lady, could never be replaced
‘Till I die and my body be laid
But still, you did what I asked you to never do
Now my life drained out of color, of hue…

It will always seem forever
That I’ll never ever hold you closer
The reality will eternally restrain me,
My heart will, for all of time, be lonely
Nov 2014 · 385
It’s Not Forever
Peter Simon Nov 2014
I’m lying steady on my bed,
Voices kept knocking in my head;
Gently, the breeze tickles my pores
And my eyes wouldn’t even close

An enormous fear bothers me
Anxious of something ordinary;
I know, myself could never vary

“My black shiny strands will turn grey,
Soon…

My smoothly splendid cover will be wrinkled,
Soon…

My loud but sweet squeaks will slowly fade,
Soon…”

Then salty water rolls on my cheeks,
Until it gradually kisses my lips
Every little thing disappears,
Even the playful mind that speaks
Nov 2014 · 533
Colossal Doubt
Peter Simon Nov 2014
In an infinite stretch of nothingness,
I have doubted my own existence
A void where mythical beings subsists,
Would an addition of mortals suffice?

What is out there beyond
Passing the boundaries of heavens?
Would it be another me,
Or would it be another expanse?

A sheer of grief, long lived inside me
For seeing my purpose, I have renounced hope
It wouldn’t be painless, vast universe have told me
Life will be impossibly easy, I just need to cope

Oblivion is for the brave hearts
Though I tried to assimilate,
It would only seem I exaggerate
The cosmos’s an abyss, would never feel at ease

Ego beats me for eternity
No matter how Adam tries to tell,
The explanations would never tally
Deepest in him, conflicts will always dwell
Nov 2014 · 1.1k
Monsters Under My Bed
Peter Simon Nov 2014
In the brink of dying,
To grab air, my faith keeps on trying
The continuation of my existence
My threatened hope’s presence

Are they real?
My demons are shattered
There are monsters under my bed
No, they are inside my head

He talked to me
Yes, my teddy spoke to the boy in the mirror
The bear said he loved him
So, he accused him of lying

I cuddled under my blanket
The mattress hugged me, I felt the placket
Standing by the desk lamp silhouetted,
Who is he? Please, tell me

Now my cradle started hollowing out
My body follows through the excavation
I’m falling to the mouth it has shaped
Dwindling and plummeting through the darkness

Being gulped by the unfamiliar
A place between excitement and anxiety
Someone knocks on my door
Sunlight cuts through the drape’s slit to the floor

— The End —