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maybe it's me
maybe i'm just too hard to love
I wanted you to understand me
when I didn't even understand myself
 Jun 2015 PoETE Poet-Pete
lolita
Our relationship was as
authentic as fools gold
your glazed topaz eyes
would search for the shine
of other diamonds before
you threw me away
like a temporary gem
that had lost it's luster
 Jun 2015 PoETE Poet-Pete
Nicole
I'm just in this time of my life
where I don't care about anything.

I don't care what time it is when I wake up,
what's for breakfast, lunch, or dinner.
I don't care about what I'm going to do in the day or what I'm going to wear.
I don't really care about what is around,
how's the weather,
or what's going on in the country
with the politics, economy,
or religious problems.
I don't even care who is or not in my life
or what people think and say about me.
                          
I just in this time of my life
where I only care about me,
about survive,
about knowing how to deal
with each circumstances
that try to destroy me.
Tired of being worried about anything else but my life.
~~
..
When the Beauty I See
In the Land and the Sea
Even the Flowers to be
But not like She

When the Love I See
Within the Flower and Bee
Even in my Heart to be
But not like She

~~
..
@Musfiq us shaleheen
 Jun 2015 PoETE Poet-Pete
AP
lavender lilies deceive
for it was merely the color i was sent to retrieve
instead i come up with lilacs, at least i do believe
holding onto the wrong shade of purple while i grieve
but then again, we've been through this before, i am naive

blue skies mystify
wandering innocent eyes
in our youth we hid in simple spots
proving quite unwise
wrapped in disguise, we had to shield our unwanted sapphire cries

green blades rest in your gentle hands
as we've grown old enough to resist parental commands
sharing cold cans, i send a kiss in your direction, confident in wherever it lands
we laugh, and soon enough, my favorite toy had become your delicate blonde strands

red love sears on my skin
burns that leave joyous scars thin
but at any moment an obnoxious grin
can quickly turn to "where have you been?"
i buried those bad days with glasses of gin
but even through hard times i knew if i had you, i could win

but one day under a yellow sun
disheveled doctors told me there was nothing that they could've done
your days were limited, and i cried every last one
i lost my appetite and only craved the metal of a gun
but i knew that your favorite flower would help me outrun
these demons who weight on my vulnerable shoulders in tons

so a lavender lily i sought out to explore
but instead i found a lilac, in the valley near the foam of the shore
reminding me you were never just one thing, but so much more
so let these petals sum up what this poem speaks for
all the colors i saw in your,
heart
The bigger they are, the more pain they can feel.
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