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Noemi Mar 2015
"Heavy footsteps fall

Inside this box, I can hear.

Now I know I'm dead."
Noemi Mar 2015
"It's coming again.

This awful gnawing feeling

eating me alive."
Noemi Mar 2015
"Too much vanilla

Can make the cupcake bitter

Do not put a lot."
Noemi Feb 2015
The bell rang,
Flowers bloom,
The dragon sang,
And everything is doomed.

Flowers dried out,
Heavy rain fell,
Every organism pout,
Nothing is well.

The volcano erupted,
Lava covered the plains,
The trees are busted,
All felt pain.

The sun shone,
Freezy wind blow,
The flower stands alone,
And will never glow.

Petals are blown,
Will never be mold,
The wind moans,
And the flower folds.
Noemi Feb 2015
I'm here, I'm there,
I'm actually everywhere,
Am but a girl,
That is invisible,
And ironically vulnerable.

I'm weak, I'm sick,
They call me a freak,
Am but  loner,
Tired of too much choler,
And increasing anger.

I'm disastrous yet piteous,
They're cursing me in chorus,
Am but a ghost,
In hindmost,
In this wide cosmos.

I'm not here, I'm not there,
You find me nowhere,
Am but a nobody,
Yet you can see
Me, being eerie.

— The End —