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Racquel Tio Jun 2016
and today I stand with my feet planted firmly
on my porch
with a cigarette resting in my hand,
remembering the days
when "just say no"
was a facile concept.
Racquel Tio Jun 2016
I haven't felt alive since I met you
because you turned me into a series of sleepless nights
spent smoking cigarettes trying to taste you
Racquel Tio Jun 2016
meeting you felt like the bus had started moving while I was still trying to find my seat
I was so used to being taken aback by lustrous eyes that in the moment, I didn't recognize I was being taken home.
and now every time I see you, it feels like stepping into a warm room after standing in the cold.
Racquel Tio Jun 2016
a scatter of clothes i tried on
then took off
then tried on again
then took off
has become a second carpet to my bedroom floor.
I'll ask you to pick a movie then i won't know whether I want to spend an hour or two with your choice.
I am never sure about anything.
but I am so **** sure I want you.
I want you to hold me and kiss me like one of your cigarettes.
I want you to speak to me in the way you speak in your own mind.
I want to be as special and yours as my favorite smile in the world.
Racquel Tio Jun 2016
I aim to produce an element of surprise in others. I like the look of a boy's face when I take my baggy t-shirt off, I like when I tell a joke and surprise a crowd with the punch line, I like when my vocabulary and experience surpasses my age, I like when people are shocked when I speak with the vulgarity and heartlessness with which I do. everything is so predictable and I want to think that things aren't what they seem. conspiracies and religion are intriguing because when we grow out of childhood we feel like there's nothing we will find out that is as shocking as the fact there is no Santa Claus. we are no longer on the level below adults and it feels like game over because we lose our wonder and the feeling of having it all figured out means we can't go back to a time when we didn't. so we look to something greater to alter our meager existences and we pray to the beings in books in hopes that our words will bring something more than decay to our souls.
this one is moreso a collection of thoughts, but isn't that the essence of poetry?
Racquel Tio Jun 2016
my hair is the texture of the grass in the field I didn't wanna grow up by
it feels like I've been swimming in the ocean but really I'm drowning on land
I learn time and time again that some things are more beautiful when you just leave them alone and maybe I could've been one of them
I am as unnatural as my upbringing
Racquel Tio Jun 2016
with theatre I tried to become many different people.
the killer was just my rage and the orphan was my abandonment personified.
and time and time again I learned that, they too, were me.
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