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Ah yes,

if I ignore it long enough

soon I will be freed

O such sweet Liberty!

Pain and Liberty walk hand in hand

But Pain cheats her with Lust



A mess

is made when I Love

Perhaps I should see

What waiting brings me

To see what seed flies on my land

and what it yields: I will and must
January 30, 2019

I write how I should not stress over Love and not actively seek for it.
O how jealousy is your aura

that blinds my life aspirations

and the impetus of love



You know always what to say

what she feels and thinks

and comforts flawlessly



Her love blankets you like wool

like sheep during winter;

you never get cold



O jealousy is your radiance

but my pity is also shed

for you are a pitiful thing



Though take you do such admiration!

loved you are by almost law,

You are yet mere imagination

and are not really felt at all
January 29, 2019

I write of my jealousy towards myself in my imagination.
Dodge the scythe of Death!

Scamper from the claws of ghosts

Watch your companions die and

you live alone



Misery!

define, can thee?
January 28, 2019

I write of why life should always have an end.
My teacher sent a packet home
Of Sumerians to Ancient Rome
They told me I should study well
And right before the ringing bell
Said I will do alright

Then gave me a website to visit
With every unit all listed
From biospheres to light reactions
They said that I should just relax and
That I will do just fine
January 18, 2019

I write about how school tells you not to stress over the mountain they gave.

A more light-hearted poem because I did not feel too terrible today. Not that I'm complaining, though.
Tomorrow's coming
soon
January 17, 2019

I write of how today is almost over, in a good and bad way.
My bags weren't big enough

Raised by parents and friends

An ocean away from my heart



But my heart lived elsewhere, too

In a young woman

A moral, passionate, thoughtful

woman.



A heart lying on the frosty grass

The frozen balcony

Overlooking the city



A heart in America

With an unpredicted love

Concreted by a brass ring



A heart in the ocean

Where I flew over

To a new destiny
January 16, 2019

I write of how my father immigrated to America to join his wife.
Death took her scythe to reap

You with the form of shark's teeth

In water you drowned

With shrieking sounds

While shredding knives made

you bleed



And in water I woke

Dripping sweat and tears

But at least now I know

I love you so dear
January 15, 2019

I explain a terrible dream in which my sister died brutally.

The dream was a couple weeks ago, but I still remembered it. I remember that I woke up to find myself crying, and I couldn't seem to stop crying until I had finished breakfast a half hour later. Good thing I was the only one up at that time.
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